<?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-5233786</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:07:28.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest  for the perfect man</title><subtitle type='html'>40 years of trying, loving, fighting, breaking hearts, marriage and divorce.
I don't want to do it anymore. I just want to love and be loved.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-107403537923357624</id><published>2004-01-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:11:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my lates quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table for one&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-107403537923357624?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107403537923357624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107403537923357624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403537923357624' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-107327530678887556</id><published>2004-01-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:03:24.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I have been workin on a site called Virtual Tourist, check it out, you may like it and start your own pages http://www.virtualtourist.com/m/66a66/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-107327530678887556?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107327530678887556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107327530678887556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327530678887556' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-107317362243621652</id><published>2004-01-03T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:50:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading an e-mail from my new friend Suzanne from Toronto. She asked me about the restaurant that my sister and I  used to own. It reminded me of our opening day. We had lots of friends helping us and noone was getting paid, they all just offered to help. It was so funny, we had Vicki on dishes and in charge of toast, Marty was on bacon, sausage and ham. Ed was on hashbrowns and My sister CJ and I were on eggs, and pancakes and we were all waiting tables. We decided to have a 99 cent special of 2 eggs, sausage or bacon and hashbrowns or pancakes or something we called hodgepodge it was an egg skillet with cheese, greenpeppers, onions, and meats. Anyway, we got busy, there were people lined up all around the building. We were trying so hard. There were double screen doors that looked right out the back of the kitchen into the back parking lot. The busier we got, the more stuff we burned, and flipped eggs were cracked and destroyed to no recognition. next thing you know we just opened the back doors and started flinging pancakes and stuff out the back door like they were frizbees. We even had these 2 customers Pat and Jim that got up and helped wait tables and pour coffee. It was quite a site. They were construction guys and wearing their big overalls and their big boots going around asking "Can I pour you some more coffee ma'am?"  Talk about fun. Thanks to all my friends for that and thanks to Suzanne for reminding me about how much fun I used to have with my restaurant &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHENDY's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-107317362243621652?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107317362243621652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107317362243621652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107317362243621652' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-107282042476634629</id><published>2003-12-30T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:42:50.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY LAS VEGAS!!!!! YOU KNOW SOMEONE LOOKING FOR A PERSONAL ASSISTANT DON'T YOU????  E-MAIL ME WITH YOU # OR SEND THEM THIS url SO THEY CAN GET AHOLD OF ME!!!....please....BreezyJones@cox.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-107282042476634629?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107282042476634629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107282042476634629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282042476634629' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-107282017376435943</id><published>2003-12-30T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:42:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unique Personal Assistant for A Unique person.	 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTIVE	My objective is to live fun filled exciting life. I would like that to include my career. I am confident in being the assistant to a professional. My attitude is, if I haven’t tried it, and there’s a way to do it, I will figure it out. I love a challenge. I don’t necessarily care if it’s a 9 to 5 job. I am able to work any times of the day and weekends. I am single, so I have the freedom to travel at the drop of a hat, if necessary. The possibilities are endless and so are my talents and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET JOB	Target Job Title:	Personal Assistant&lt;br /&gt;	Desired Job Type:	Employee&lt;br /&gt;	Desired Status:	Full-Time&lt;br /&gt;	Site Location:	No Preference&lt;br /&gt;	Description of my perfect job:&lt;br /&gt;My ideal job, would to be someone’s personal assistant. Not a 9 to 5 job, and not your regular everyday duties. I am very organized and could really help a very busy professional person who just can't find the time to do everything they need to do.&lt;br /&gt;	Career Level	Mid Career (2+ Years of Experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK STATUS	US	I am authorized to work in this country for any employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE	5/1997 - Present	State of Nevada	Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;	Management Assistant&lt;br /&gt;	I serve as a liaison between employees, crew and supervisors to perform all clerical / technical needs to accommodate all parties involved. Making sure crew has all provisions and resources on hand to assure the best quality service the Buildings and Grounds department can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve as a liaison and personal contact between crew, vendors, and supervisors to provide operational and procedural plans. I arrange and schedule for all bids from vendors and arrange and schedule meetings with myself, supervisor and / or crew to allocate the best vendors for the Buildings and Grounds department and the job or service in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I review, collect, compile, compute, analyze, maintain, update and present in final form, all technical documentation, all statistics and all reports in order to support the administration of the Buildings and Grounds area. Information is collected by extracting data from a variety of files, logs, manuals, graphs, reports, computer printouts, and outside sources; Information is computed by utilizing calculators, conversion tables, computer programs such as MP2 ( maintenance software to keep inventory, labor and work order data), Microsoft Project, Auto Cad LT, Excel, Access, and MS Word, with complexity, problem solving and analytical thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I independently make complex and initial decisions and evaluations, for the department about work orders, bids and problems that may occur. I evaluate data and coordinate overall activities, schedule and coordinate such activities with Supervisor, vendors, crew, employees, local service groups or whomever else may be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deal with numerous standards and guidelines for complex and analytical decisions, there are no routine decisions in this department. Every circumstance is different and has it’s own characteristics and must be dealt with in such a manner by using cooperative judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assist the Facility Supervisor in supervising all work order requests with very minimal supervision to myself. I perform specialized procedural, technical, administrative and supervisory duties in support of the Buildings and Grounds department as well as provide all secretarial duties needed by my Administrative Supervisor such as make and confirm appointments, meetings and bid / vendor consulting, filing, budget keeping, and typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above need some kind of decision in various ways. No decisions or judgments are routine. I meet with agency staff, vendors, and or the public and other personnel to relay information: explain procedures, make and confirm appointments, meetings, etc., solve problems, explain and justify decisions, interpret policies relating to Buildings and Ground areas in order to provide the support functions to the operation. Task performed by applying a knowledge of the Buildings and Grounds procedures and specific office policies and procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION	Sawyer	US-NV-Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;	Some College Coursework Completed&lt;br /&gt;	Various computer classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Various Schools	US-NV-Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;	High School or equivalent&lt;br /&gt;	Windows 95, 97 and some 98&lt;br /&gt;Office Automation&lt;br /&gt;Kea&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;Word&lt;br /&gt;Tables and Excel&lt;br /&gt;Access&lt;br /&gt;MS Project&lt;br /&gt;Stress management&lt;br /&gt;The "Exceptional Assistant" Seminar&lt;br /&gt;Minor CAD LT&lt;br /&gt;MP2 Datastream maintenance program ...extensive training in this program&lt;br /&gt;Hyperion Solutions&lt;br /&gt;Increasing the quality and quantity of life&lt;br /&gt;Work performance standards&lt;br /&gt;Oracle&lt;br /&gt;Internet&lt;br /&gt;OutlookTelephone Techniques&lt;br /&gt;Automation, running assembly lines&lt;br /&gt;Resumes&lt;br /&gt;Web page design&lt;br /&gt;Graphic signs&lt;br /&gt;Overhead Transparencies presentations&lt;br /&gt;Automated presentations developed in the Powerpoint program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKILLS	Skill Name	Skill Level	Last Used	Experience&lt;br /&gt;	Management assistant	Intermediate	Currently used	6 years&lt;br /&gt;	Administrative Assistant	Expert	Currently used	3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-107282017376435943?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107282017376435943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/107282017376435943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282017376435943' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106642831812561638</id><published>2003-10-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T15:05:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am curious, I would like to start a business in Las Vegas, but I'd like to know if anyone can think of a service or something they would have liked to have or something the locals could use that we don't already have. Maybe something that travelers could use. Can you think of something when maybe you have traveled and needed real bad and had a hard time getting?&lt;br /&gt;If you come up with anything, please leave a comment or e-mail me at wendy_jones@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and happy traveling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106642831812561638?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106642831812561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106642831812561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642831812561638' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106583461932034034</id><published>2003-10-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:10:19.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little test for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point (an awesome one) &lt;br /&gt;that it is trying to make! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this quiz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America &lt;br /&gt;contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer &lt;br /&gt;prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for &lt;br /&gt;best actor and &lt;br /&gt;actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series &lt;br /&gt;winners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of &lt;br /&gt;yesterday. These &lt;br /&gt;are no &lt;br /&gt;second-rate achievers. &lt;br /&gt;They are the best in their fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements &lt;br /&gt;are forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accolades and certificates are buried with their &lt;br /&gt;owners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through &lt;br /&gt;school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a &lt;br /&gt;difficult time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something &lt;br /&gt;worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel &lt;br /&gt;appreciated and special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have &lt;br /&gt;inspired you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who make a difference in your life are not &lt;br /&gt;the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones that care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to those people who have made a &lt;br /&gt;difference in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already tomorrow in Australia." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Charles Schultz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106583461932034034?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106583461932034034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106583461932034034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106583461932034034' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106534127304621787</id><published>2003-10-05T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T01:07:53.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Single and all alone in Las Vegas...whats a girl to do.  I was offered a date tonight. In fact I used to date this guy awhile back. He is re4ally cute, tall and built, (not that that matters at all) but he has this son from hell.  I don't even want to get into that again. So I decided to stay home and play party poker all night. I got it up to 58K but lost it all on 2 hands at the big tables. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106534127304621787?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106534127304621787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106534127304621787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106534127304621787' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106528975876820553</id><published>2003-10-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T10:49:41.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here it is, Oct 4th. stupid puter was down. Virus!!!!  don't these people have anything better to do than mess with someones puter???  Get a *&amp;$@#ing life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kate, if you are around, let me know how to get ahold of you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106528975876820553?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106528975876820553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106528975876820553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106528975876820553' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106264664878547369</id><published>2003-09-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T20:37:28.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1983 Lincoln Continental for sale, anyone want it? I just got a nice Mustang Convertible....wwwooohhhoooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106264664878547369?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106264664878547369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106264664878547369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264664878547369' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106167916148670764</id><published>2003-08-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T15:52:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;looking for that perfect man, although I am having fun going on dates. &lt;br /&gt;I love those 5 star places men take you to on the FIRST date, too bad it doesn't last. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106167916148670764?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106167916148670764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106167916148670764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106167916148670764' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-106013255609276054</id><published>2003-08-05T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T18:15:56.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!!! I just thought of something....maybe I will meet my perfect man when I start at the Casino. I better wear make-up to work....picture it....sweating my ass off in the kitchen, running to get 1,000 dinners out and having mascara running down my face. I will look like Alice Cooper  working there. I guess I better come up with a better plan. What do you think about natural beauty???  hmmm, um....I don't think so. Now THIS IS a dillema. I'll keep you posted...I have to be down at the personnel dept. in the morning. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-106013255609276054?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106013255609276054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/106013255609276054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013255609276054' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105986088068753180</id><published>2003-08-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T14:51:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the Blogathon, I have been really busy. I think God shined on me since I stayed up all night for charity. After the blogathon, I took about a 4 hour nap, then I went to get my new car. 1993 5.0 Mustang convertible. Maroon with a black top. One of my favorite cars. wwwooohhooooo......just something about riding around with my top down that gives me a thrill.....then yesterday I got a job by way of a good refrence from someone I catered a church job with. Now I will be a cook in one of the finest casinos here in Las Vegas. I wasn't even looking for that kind of job, but I love that kind of work....just think, maybe someday I will work with or meet Emeril or Bobby Flay. My girlfriend did the "follow that food" segment about the pineapple and she was on the TV a few months ago. That is the girl that said she wanted me in her kitchen. You just don't get a bigger compliment than that.  Thanks Chef Bonnie, I owe you one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got the new car, new job....so all I need is a new rich husband....he doesn't even have to be new....he could be used, just like my car....wish me luck.  I'm off to see the wizard....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105986088068753180?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105986088068753180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105986088068753180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105986088068753180' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105931087398416798</id><published>2003-07-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T14:52:02.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO LONG...FAREWELL...I BID YOU ALL ADOOOOOOO......&lt;br /&gt;So it's the end of the Blogathon, we did it, we raised over $100,000.&lt;br /&gt;What a great thing. You are all so great, the Bloggers, the sponsors, &lt;br /&gt;the Blogathon staff, etc. I am going to get some sleep, then when my eyes stop wiggling,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see if I can get through every bloggers sites. &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my good friend Kate, my aunt Naomi, Sondancer,(please tell me how to get &lt;br /&gt;ahold of you so I can get you a teddy bear), my cop buddy Bunkie pooh and anonymous &lt;br /&gt;for sponsoring me for this great event. xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all,***I'm tearing up now***&lt;br /&gt;Wendy&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just found this great site of a map of where everyone is at.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.malbela.com/map.html  way cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105931087398416798?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105931087398416798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105931087398416798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105931087398416798' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105930895509524375</id><published>2003-07-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T05:29:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and this is great: &lt;br /&gt;http://mr-31238.mr.valuehost.co.uk/assets/Flash/psychic.swf&lt;br /&gt;It's a magic ball.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the quilt that Alhena made is done, it is beautiful and has links to each person that colored a square.&lt;br /&gt;That was a great idea, High 5 to you girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;it is at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alhena.net/blog/quilt/index.html&lt;br /&gt;ok, since I only had 2 hours sleep before this satrted, I am getting slap happy, there are things moving &lt;br /&gt;around that I know are not moving around, this is the second to the last post...good grief...can I do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105930895509524375?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930895509524375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930895509524375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930895509524375' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105930725340878456</id><published>2003-07-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T05:00:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://digicc.com/fido&lt;br /&gt;You have got to see this one too!!!! &lt;br /&gt;It's fun, you'll just have to copy and paste these into your browser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105930725340878456?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930725340878456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930725340878456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930725340878456' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105930538741631882</id><published>2003-07-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T04:29:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you've had too much coffee when... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can type sixty words a minute with your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Instant coffee takes too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You chew on other people's fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You answer the door, before people knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You sleep with your eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You go to sleep, just so you can wake up and smell the coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You're the employee of the month at Starbucks and you don't even work there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You help your dog chase its tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You lick your coffeepot clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You're so wired you pick up FM radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have a picture of your coffee mug, on your coffee mug! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105930538741631882?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930538741631882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930538741631882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930538741631882' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105930339311433188</id><published>2003-07-27T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T03:59:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ode to the Bloggers of Blogathon 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Blogged all day,&lt;br /&gt;and into the night,&lt;br /&gt;By now our hair,&lt;br /&gt;is quite a fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caffeine buzz, &lt;br /&gt;the cigarette smoke, &lt;br /&gt;But this to us, &lt;br /&gt;was not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each had our reasons &lt;br /&gt;for why we did it,&lt;br /&gt;But love makes the world go round, &lt;br /&gt;just admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that need help, &lt;br /&gt;and we were there, &lt;br /&gt;at least they know,&lt;br /&gt;that somebody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you worked all night,&lt;br /&gt;You get a pat on the back,&lt;br /&gt;Because it just feels right,&lt;br /&gt;And you did it with tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now more kids will have clothes,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a book,&lt;br /&gt;And moms all around,&lt;br /&gt;will have something to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now walk by the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;and give yourself a big smile,&lt;br /&gt;Because you have a great big heart,&lt;br /&gt;and it was all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be part of the thon with all of you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get a good sleep, and it was so much fun, &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next year. And by the way,&lt;br /&gt;your blogs were wonderful.  2 more hours, we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Wendy Jones xoxoxoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105930339311433188?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930339311433188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930339311433188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930339311433188' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105930223467044854</id><published>2003-07-27T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T03:37:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that anyone, anywhere can check on your license information? &lt;br /&gt;They have a copy of you on the web...check it out at this address:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.license.shorturl.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105930223467044854?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930223467044854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105930223467044854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930223467044854' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929978846963639</id><published>2003-07-27T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T03:13:32.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Water or Coke..........I can just imagine how many truckloads of Coke were drank tonight to keep everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really an eye opener.... Water or Coke? We all know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That water is important but I've never seen it written down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is often mistaken for hunger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as 3%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of sufferers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the computer screen or on a printed page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancer by 79%, and one is 50% less likely to develop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bladder cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the properties of COKE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gallons of coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a car accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of coke and it will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone in two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foil dipped in Coca-Cola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Applying a cloth soaked in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes before the ham is finished, remove the foil, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumptuous brown gravy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It will also clean road haze from your windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your Info: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. Its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days. Phosphoric &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contributor to the rising increase in osteoporosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truck must use the Hazardous material place cards reserved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Highly corrosive materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The distributors of coke have been using it to clean the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engines of their trucks for about 20 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, would you like a coke or a glass of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water? How many of you had cokes all night to try to stay awake for the blogathon???? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929978846963639?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929978846963639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929978846963639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929978846963639' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929795683076274</id><published>2003-07-27T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T02:25:56.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, how about a little fun now...&lt;br /&gt;No cheating. Pick your dessert, then look to see what&lt;br /&gt;psychiatrists think about you!  Only pick one.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were making a dessert and you had your choice of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below (or some great bakery was baking the dessert of your&lt;br /&gt;choice), which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angel food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lemon Meringue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla with Chocolate Icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Short Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate on Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO ... You can't change your mind once you scroll down! So think&lt;br /&gt;carefully, what your choice will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OK - Now that you've made your choice, this is what research =&lt;br /&gt;says about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel food ... Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream &lt;br /&gt;cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and&lt;br /&gt;immature at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownies... You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a&lt;br /&gt;champion = of  underdogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up, you&lt;br /&gt;whip out your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of&lt;br /&gt;humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Meringue... Smooth, sexy, &amp; articulate with your hands, you&lt;br /&gt;are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try&lt;br /&gt;to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, &lt;br /&gt;but you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla with Chocolate Icing ... Fun-loving, sassy, humorous. Not&lt;br /&gt;very grounded in life; very indecisive and lack motivation. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others&lt;br /&gt;should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Short Cake ... Romantic, warm, loving. You care about&lt;br /&gt;other people and can be counted on in a pinch. You tend to melt. &lt;br /&gt;You can be overly emotional and annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate on Chocolate ... Sexy, always ready to give and receive.&lt;br /&gt;Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You have a&lt;br /&gt;cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid to take&lt;br /&gt;chances.  Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream... You like sports, whether it be baseball, football,&lt;br /&gt;basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to&lt;br /&gt;participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You don't like to give&lt;br /&gt;up the remote control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Cake... You are a very fun loving person, who likes to&lt;br /&gt;laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have&lt;br /&gt;many loyal friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929795683076274?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929795683076274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929795683076274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929795683076274' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929640804166628</id><published>2003-07-27T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T02:00:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gamesites: There are all kinds of games here, poker, keno, blackjack, some for kids. &lt;br /&gt;I really like the treasure hunt one in Candy stand. &lt;br /&gt;They should all be free games, just have to register.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.candystand.com&lt;br /&gt;http://gamesville.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ibingo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.instantbingo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pogo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.popcap.com&lt;br /&gt;http://slingo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wonka.com&lt;br /&gt;http://games.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://SunPalaceCasino.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.realonearcade.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.PartyPoker.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.PokerRoom.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jackpot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bigfishgames.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prizegames.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929640804166628?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929640804166628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929640804166628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929640804166628' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929446091121801</id><published>2003-07-27T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:27:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have not see this yet, you must see it:&lt;br /&gt;http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929446091121801?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929446091121801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929446091121801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929446091121801' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929321309742307</id><published>2003-07-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:06:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, I took a bunch of my research off. It was waaaaaay toooooo long. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929321309742307?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929321309742307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929321309742307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929321309742307' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929281659525906</id><published>2003-07-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:00:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.neopets.com/index.phtml  This is my pick of the night.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great site, fun for kids and adults, you could really use your imagination here.&lt;br /&gt;I have a direct link to it over to the left in my drop down list. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929281659525906?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929281659525906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929281659525906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929281659525906' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105929093782198592</id><published>2003-07-27T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T00:28:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, I'm tired of talking about Las Vegas, so from now on, I'm either going to post some fun or just let you know that I am still here. I got cramps in my fingers and my brain cells are screaming for rest....and maybe some beer.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my friend David the pervert has been keeping me awake making me laugh. He just popped on my yahoo IM and that always puts me in a good mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105929093782198592?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929093782198592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105929093782198592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929093782198592' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105928908156130256</id><published>2003-07-26T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T23:58:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little about our Mayor Oscar Goodman, personally he's one of my heros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas mayoral race&lt;br /&gt;By Siobhan Darrow/CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS VEGAS (AllPolitics, June 8) -- Las Vegas voters will pick their new mayor Tuesday as former mob lawyer Oscar Goodman faces veteran City Councilman Arnie Adamsen. Goodman came within 277 votes of winning the job in last month's election and polls project that he will come out on top this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this city of glitz and gambling, understatement is one sin Las Vegans won't tolerate. "One thing I can assure you that I can offer is a little bit of charisma. I've got a bit of a reputation," says Goodman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas mayoral candidate Oscar Goodman     &lt;br /&gt;Goodman is a well-known Las Vegas figure, having won cases for such notorious mobsters as Tony "The Ant" Spilotro and Meyer Lansky. He played himself in Martin Scorsese's "Casino," a movie about organized crime in Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His clients have included Spilotro, the gangster who, legend has it, put a rival's head in a vise and squeezed his eyeballs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodman says his past is a plus with the voters and he is just defending the underdog: "The people love the people that I've represented as far as bringing intrigue into the area here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Goodman doesn't want to advertise some of his more unsavory clients, refusing to allow CNN's cameras into his inner office stuffed with mobster memorabilia, he is also blitzing the airwaves with his new Mr. Nice Guy image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not allow the citizens of Las Vegas to be pushed around by those developers who are out to make a fast buck," he says in one of his campaign advertisements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugsy Siegel put Las Vegas on the map back in the 1940s. Since then, the city has worked at shedding its reputation as a Mob haven. It's trying to lure families and upscale tourist with a more wholesome image. Goodman's opponent, the bit too bland Iowa-born Arnie Adamsen, says Goodman will tarnish that image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Las Vegas has spent millions of dollars, hundreds of millions of dollars. in advertising promotions over the last 10 to 12 years to show that we are no longer Sin City," Adamsen said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamsen and his supporters say Goodman will turn back the clock for Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Oscar Goodman's Las Vegas. Mobsters, drug dealers and sex offenders set free. Now that will be a city we can be proud of," according to one of Adamsen's campaign advertisements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if opinion polls are right, Las Vegans look ready to wager the city's future on a rakish future of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Goodman has been our Mayor for a few years, he's the kinda guy who throws a big party on Fremont street with all the girls, glamor and music and fun promoting Bombay Gin and the next day, he was on TV telling everyone to get down to the hospital and give blood, we were having a big  blood shortage problem. &lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine anyone else running this town, apparently I'm not the only one, because he won by getting at least 80% of the votes this last election.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105928908156130256?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928908156130256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928908156130256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928908156130256' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105928727960780040</id><published>2003-07-26T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T23:27:59.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.lasvegassun.com/sunbin/stories/text/2001/oct/10/512469440.html&lt;br /&gt;This site has some great mob stuff. &lt;br /&gt;By David Strom at the Las Vegas sun strow@lasvegassun.com&lt;br /&gt;This site :http://www.americanmafia.com/Inside_Vegas/1-6-03_Inside_Vegas.html&lt;br /&gt;is written by Steve Miller. Very good stuff and pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting site about mob trials also: http://www.cathyscott.com/pdf/apb051799.pdf&lt;br /&gt;I could go forever reading and writing about the mob stuff. I think I will make it my theme for next years Blogathon, cuz I am a Blogathon &lt;br /&gt;addict......let's see if I am still saying that at midnight tonight.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105928727960780040?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928727960780040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928727960780040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928727960780040' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105928545174226776</id><published>2003-07-26T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:57:31.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ETHEL M CHOCOLATE FACTORY -- Self-guided tours available for factory and outside botanical garden and cactus display.&lt;br /&gt;This is a kid's dream come true! (and Mine)  Since the Ethel M Chocolate Factory is about 12 miles from Las Vegas and on the way to Hoover Dam, it is frequently included in tours to the dam. Ethel Mars was the mother of Forrest Mars, creator of the Mars bar, M&amp;M's and Milky Way to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;Forrest Mars is one of the world's richest men. He has a home in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;Visitors can watch this famous candy being made and, best of all, a free sample comes with the tour. &lt;br /&gt;Outside the factory is a beautiful botanical garden featuring at least one hundred different varieties of cacti, cactus...whatever....&lt;br /&gt;You say tomatoe, I say tomaaaahhhhttooooo&lt;br /&gt;Self-guided tours are offered daily from 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m., and admission is free. From Las Vegas, drive east on Tropicana Avenue to Mountain Vista. Turn right and drive two miles. The factory is on the left. I may be there stuffing my face...yyyuuummmmmmmmmmmyyyy....like I need anymore calories. Maybe if I walked there and back, since I live on the other side of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105928545174226776?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928545174226776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928545174226776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928545174226776' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105928403540695600</id><published>2003-07-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:33:55.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALLEY OF FIRE STATE PARK -- 55 miles  from Las Vegas, scenic landscapes of hidden canyons and unique rock formations, petroglyphs and remains of ancient Indian civilization, Nevada Park Service visitors center, tours available. Visitors totaled 66,702 in the first five months of 1995 and 244,052 in 1994.  It is said to be the hottest place in the United States. Thats what my friend Roger 66 years old told me, and he's been here since he was 12 years old. He would know so nanananana......it must be time for my nap, I'm getting bratty.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.desertusa.com/nvval. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.theothersideofvegas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105928403540695600?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928403540695600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928403540695600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928403540695600' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105928156336187823</id><published>2003-07-26T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:57:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RED ROCK CANYON -- 15 miles west of Las Vegas, 3,000- foot escarpment produced by thrust fault, Bureau of Land Management visitors center, scenic area of rock formations and desert. 1.2 million visitors every year.&lt;br /&gt;Petrified sand dunes, frozen in time, offer you a unique perspective of nature as well as the effects of the passing of millions of years. The excitement of suddenly appearing waterfalls, cascading into the canyons, will make you appreciate the mysteries and the hidden dangers of the Mojave. Red tailed hawks search for their next meal while drifting on air currents high above the desert floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more hours to go!!!  YYAAHHOOOOOOOOO  More caffine please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105928156336187823?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928156336187823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105928156336187823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928156336187823' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927996302058089</id><published>2003-07-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:54:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Located Downtown. A five-block pedestrian mall which features a light and sound show playing overhead on the hour from 6:00 to midnight every night. According to The Las Vegas Advisor, "The canopy display has introduced a new lighting and sound technology that's monumental even by Las Vegas standards." The 2,000,000 lightbulbs make the four-block awning the largest electric sign in the world; the next largest is being rebuilt in front of The Las Vegas Hilton (only 1/50th the size of The Fremont Street Experience). Shows have thus far been running six-minutes. It's a blast down there. They have live bands and all kinds of booths with some really neat stuff there. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927996302058089?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927996302058089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927996302058089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927996302058089' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927832497252197</id><published>2003-07-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:58:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INDIANS&lt;br /&gt;There are three Indian tribes indigenous to Nevada including the Shoshone; the Washoe, and the Paiute of which there are the Southern Paiutes and the Northern Paiutes. There are 25 reservations in the state encompassing 1,304,837 acres. &lt;br /&gt;Two of the reservations, totaling 75,804 acres, are in Clark County.&lt;br /&gt;And need I say they have the cheapest cigarettes around...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927832497252197?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927832497252197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927832497252197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927832497252197' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927659443841565</id><published>2003-07-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:29:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BONNIE SPRINGS OLD NEVADA -- An old western town in Red Rock Canyon 16 miles west of Las Vegas with a motel, shops, activities and western shootouts.&lt;br /&gt;The Wild West is still as wild as ever in Old Nevada, a replica of an 1880's mining town built on the 115-acre Bonnie Springs Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;They have themed rooms in thier motel rooms and a petting zoo. Cute little place to spend the day with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Here's thier website:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bonniesprings.com&lt;br /&gt;They are always looking for cooks and cowboys, so if your looking to relocate, and that's your kinda bag, well have at it, and e-mail me when you start there, so I can go for lunch...yyyuuummmmmmyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927659443841565?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927659443841565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927659443841565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927659443841565' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927504300268801</id><published>2003-07-26T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:05:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MT. CHARLESTON -- 35 miles from Las Vegas, highest elevation 11,918 feet, winter skiing, picnicking, hiking, horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;Some people from down here go there and fill up their pick up trucks with snow and bring it back for &lt;br /&gt;for their kids in the winter. It doesn't last too long, but it's funny to see. It's very beautiful and a great place for &lt;br /&gt;us locals to go and get out of some of the heat in the summer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927504300268801?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927504300268801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927504300268801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927504300268801' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927299243033910</id><published>2003-07-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T19:29:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEATH VALLEY -- 135 miles from Las Vegas, 40 minutes by plane, lowest elevation on North American Continent at 280 feet below sea level, &lt;br /&gt;Zabiske Point, 20 Mule Canyon, Scotty's Castle, tours available.&lt;br /&gt;Comprising more than 3.3 million acres, Death Valley is the largest national park in the contiguous United States. Bounded on the west by 11,049 foot Telescope Peak and on the east by 5,475 foot Dante's View, which offers a vista of nearly all of Death Valley, the park features spectacular desert scenery, unusual wildlife, and is an area of great geological, historical, and cultural interest. Badwater, at 282 feet below sea level, is the lowest point in the Western Hemisphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927299243033910?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927299243033910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927299243033910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927299243033910' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105927138171443265</id><published>2003-07-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T19:03:01.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRAND CANYON -- About 300 miles from Las Vegas, &lt;br /&gt;277 river miles pass through the canyon&lt;br /&gt;The width ranges from 1/2 to 18 miles wide.&lt;br /&gt;The canyon depth is one mile.&lt;br /&gt;The canyon covers over one million acres.&lt;br /&gt;In 1908 the Grand Canyon became a National Monument&lt;br /&gt;In 1919 the Grand Canyon became a National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South Rim is open all year round. Traveling to the canyon in the summer&lt;br /&gt;months, you can expect a lot of traffic and to find a parking space can be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate:&lt;br /&gt;Summer Temperatures: 50 to 80 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;Winter Temperatures: 0 to 30 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Rim (8,000 feet above sea level)&lt;br /&gt;The North Rim is open approximately mid May through mid October. The exact closing and opening dates depend on the amount of snow fall received throughout the winter. Since the North Rim can receive snowfall anytime of year and the spring and fall months weather is unpredictable it is best to be prepared for all types of weather conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate:&lt;br /&gt;Summer Temperatures: 40 to 70 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;Winter Temperatures: -10 to 20 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of packages and tours and sites for the Grand Canyon. &lt;br /&gt;There is a 7 foot high IMAX theatre that shows the Grand Canyon movie. It's awesome. They did have it here at Ceasers Palace, but I don't know if they still do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105927138171443265?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927138171443265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105927138171443265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927138171443265' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105926950773401074</id><published>2003-07-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T18:34:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAKE MEAD NATIONAL RECREATION AREA -- Closest point 25 miles from Las Vegas, more than 550 miles of shoreline, swimming, water skiing, camping, boating, fishing, six marinas, tours available. Visitors totaled 3.8 million for the first five months of 1995 and 9,913,705 in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T REALLY TELL YOU HOW DEEP IT IS, BECAUSE WE HAVE HAD SUCH A BAD DROUGHT, THE WATER LEVEL HAS GONE DOWN ABOUT 50 FEET AT LEAST. THERE WAS A TOWN THERE THEY EVACUATED BEFORE THEY FLOODED IT TO MAKE THE LAKE AND DAM, The town was called St. John. I called the Lake Mead information center for that info and the girl that answered didn't know what the name was. I did find out from a friend of mine that has been here since he was born, 70 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Now the lake is so low, you can see the top of the buildings that are still down there. A friend of mine Joe Schwatrz used to teach scuba diving there a long time ago. He had so many stories, I wish he was here to tell to me again, but he passed away early this year. I miss ya Joey. &lt;br /&gt;Last year or maybe it was 2 years ago, there was an alligator scare. They found an aligator in the lake. Apparently someone had it as a pet and let the thing loose in there. It takes all kinds of idiots to make the world go round I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I went skiing in Lake Mead about 15 years ago, when it was so clear, you could see to the bottom easily. I was up on the skis having a great time, and I looked down and saw this fish about 4 feet long!!! It scared the hell out of me and I fell right in on top of it..I almost ran ontop the water trying to get back in the boat. &lt;br /&gt;I hung around with some friends that I used to camp with a few years ago, Mike Stone, who also has gone to Heaven was my best friend. But he saved me from a 10 foot long scorpion that had me cornered in the outhouse. (ok, maybe it was a little smaller) BUT it was looking at me real mean. &lt;br /&gt;We rented pontoon boats one time and my friend Jack was driving the boat, everyone went to the front of the boat to see something in the water, the next thing we knew, the whole front of the boat was going under....it was so funny....(afterwards)....the only thing we almost lost was a bag of Jays BBQ potatoe chips that tried to float away....lucky thing Mike Stone was still there to save them. &lt;br /&gt;At the Lake Mead Marina, there are fish so thick, they practically jump onto the pier. People go there all the time to feed the fish popcorn and stuff. They are huge. If you caught one of them, I have a great recipe for it. Clean the fish, get a piece of mesquite wood, coat it with olive oil, season the fish and the wood with garlic, salt, pepper, and onion powder, cook over an open flame for 10 minutes, when it looks done, throw the fish away and eat the wood. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.nps.gov/lame/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105926950773401074?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926950773401074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926950773401074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926950773401074' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105926755369894980</id><published>2003-07-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T17:59:13.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is an enire list of hotels and their phone info at this site:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lvol.com/hotelnks.html&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense in me doing all that work, when someone else has already done it.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to make dinner now, Thank God I have the next couple posts already done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105926755369894980?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926755369894980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926755369894980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926755369894980' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105926388157203696</id><published>2003-07-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:58:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOOVER DAM -- 34 miles from Las Vegas, 726 feet high, wonder of the modern world, tours of inside and outside of dam available; in July 1994, the 30 millionth visitor toured the dam since it opened. Visitors touring the dam totaled 279,205 in the first five months of 1995 and 712,130 in 1994. Black Canyon River Raft Tours available below dam.&lt;br /&gt;http://hooverdamtourcompany.com&lt;br /&gt;I found this site, it has a bunch of great facts like there is enough concrete in Hoover Dam to build a sidewalk around the equator. These boots were made for walkin', but not THAT flippin far!!!! Check it out sometime: http://www.usbr.gov/lc/hooverdam/educate/kidfacts.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105926388157203696?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926388157203696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105926388157203696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926388157203696' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105925851671480570</id><published>2003-07-26T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T15:28:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend that collected all the decanters from all the brothels. &lt;br /&gt;I believe he is selling them for anyone who may be interested,&lt;br /&gt; just send me an e-mail  BreezyJones@lvcm.com&lt;br /&gt;They are really neat to see. &lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I can't seem to get pics on here, but I could e-mail a picture if you request it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105925851671480570?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105925851671480570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105925851671480570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105925851671480570' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105925606481720718</id><published>2003-07-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T14:47:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really feel bad that I am working my fingers to the bone to try to help Modest needs and all I got for sponsors is $30.00. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a failure...wwaahhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105925606481720718?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105925606481720718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105925606481720718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105925606481720718' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105924232579870046</id><published>2003-07-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T10:58:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working on Losing my Marbles&lt;br /&gt;~ author unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being&lt;br /&gt;the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of&lt;br /&gt;not having to be at work.   Either way, the first few&lt;br /&gt;hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the&lt;br /&gt;morning paper in the other. What began as a typical&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that&lt;br /&gt;life seems to hand you from time to time.   Let me tell&lt;br /&gt;you about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen&lt;br /&gt;to a Saturday morning talk show.   I heard an older&lt;br /&gt;sounding chap with a golden voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the&lt;br /&gt;broadcasting business himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about "a thousand marbles" to someone&lt;br /&gt;named "Tom." I was intrigued and sat down to listen to&lt;br /&gt;what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like&lt;br /&gt;you're busy with your job.   I'm sure they pay you well&lt;br /&gt;but it's a shame you have to be away from home and&lt;br /&gt;your family so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work&lt;br /&gt;sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too&lt;br /&gt;bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom,&lt;br /&gt;something that has helped me keep a good perspective&lt;br /&gt;on my own priorities."  And that's when he began to&lt;br /&gt;explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, I sat down one day and did a little&lt;br /&gt;arithmetic.   The average person lives about&lt;br /&gt;seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some&lt;br /&gt;live less, but on average, folks live about&lt;br /&gt;seventy-five years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with&lt;br /&gt;3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average&lt;br /&gt;person  has in their entire lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important&lt;br /&gt;part." "It took me until I was fifty-five years old to&lt;br /&gt;think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and&lt;br /&gt;by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight&lt;br /&gt;hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived&lt;br /&gt;to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of&lt;br /&gt;them left to enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I went to a toy store and  bought every single&lt;br /&gt;marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy&lt;br /&gt;stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and&lt;br /&gt;put them inside of a large, clear plastic container&lt;br /&gt;right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every&lt;br /&gt;Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and&lt;br /&gt;thrown it away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I&lt;br /&gt;focused more on the really important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like watching your time here on this&lt;br /&gt;earth run out to help get your priorities straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off&lt;br /&gt;with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I took the very last marble out of&lt;br /&gt;the container.  I figure if I make it until next&lt;br /&gt;Saturday then God has blessed me with a little extra&lt;br /&gt;time to be with my loved ones......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice to talk to you Tom,   I hope you spend&lt;br /&gt;more time with your loved ones,   and I hope to meet&lt;br /&gt;you again someday.   Have a good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even&lt;br /&gt;the show's moderator didn't have anything to say for&lt;br /&gt;a few moments.   I guess he gave us all a lot to think&lt;br /&gt;about.   I had planned to do some work that morning,&lt;br /&gt;then go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a&lt;br /&gt;kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to&lt;br /&gt;breakfast." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, nothing special," I said. " It has just been a&lt;br /&gt;long time since we spent a Saturday together with the&lt;br /&gt;kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out?&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some marbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND AND MAY ALL SATURDAYS BE SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;AND MAY YOU HAVE MANY HAPPY YEARS AFTER YOU LOSE ALL&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MARBLES. &lt;br /&gt;Now here I sit, spending one of my special Saturdays doing what I like to do best. Try to help other people. &lt;br /&gt;Just like the rest of the Bloggers who got up early this morning, working all week to get their ideas together, planning going crazy with their first post, not knowing if they will remember to get them in on time, lol...it's just too funny. But all in all, this is going to be one of my favorite Saturdays. I'm going in the shower now, so at least I smell good for my Special Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105924232579870046?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105924232579870046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105924232579870046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105924232579870046' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105922469397170338</id><published>2003-07-26T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T06:04:53.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnd they're off....Well good morning everyone. &lt;br /&gt;It's the fist post of the Blogathon. 6 flippin a.m. in the morning. But that's ok, because it's for a good cause. So I have my coffee, my smokes, in my jammies, the dogs by my feet and uhhhhhh, well, to tell you the truth, I guess this days is just like any other so far. Although usually if I am up at 5:30 a.m. that's because I am still up from the night before. Well, Here goes. So far I got 2 hours sleep. I was worried I wouldn't hear the alarm and couldn't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I promised a bunch of info on Las Vegas and I hope it helps someone, somewhere, someway.  I'm also going to throw a few quizzes, jokes and fun stuff in now and then. &lt;br /&gt;You still have time to be a sponsor, so if you'd like to be part of this record breaking day, and you sponsor me, e-mail me your address and I will send you your Teddy Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all the others who are doing the Blogathon also. If you need me, I will be here for the next 24 hours...****BEEEEP*****wipping eye boogers out of eyes****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105922469397170338?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105922469397170338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105922469397170338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105922469397170338' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105882281809183316</id><published>2003-07-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T14:33:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone loves a Teddy Bear. For my incentive, I will be sending all my sponsors a Teddy Bear, size depends on size of donation. I will also be sending a Teddy bear to whomever sends me some info on their Las Vegas trip or any kind of interesting info that I don't already have and may use for the Blogathon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105882281809183316?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105882281809183316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105882281809183316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105882281809183316' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105882237530384346</id><published>2003-07-21T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T14:19:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be sure you go all the way to the bottom of this blog for something really great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105882237530384346?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105882237530384346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105882237530384346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105882237530384346' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105860488953477312</id><published>2003-07-19T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T01:54:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105860488953477312?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105860488953477312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105860488953477312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105860488953477312' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105860464615827810</id><published>2003-07-19T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T01:52:41.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every once in a while we get an e-mail which touches our hearts with its poignant portrayal of a human truth. This is just such an e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like a fine wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start out as grapes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's up to women to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stomp the crap out of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until they turn into something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptable to have dinner with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, doesn't that just touch your heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105860464615827810?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105860464615827810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105860464615827810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105860464615827810' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105837749823488117</id><published>2003-07-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T10:44:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ode to the Perfect Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect man is gentle,&lt;br /&gt;And never cruel or mean.&lt;br /&gt;He has a perfect smile,&lt;br /&gt;And is always neat and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man likes children,&lt;br /&gt;And will raise them by your side.&lt;br /&gt;He will be a caring father,&lt;br /&gt;And good husband to his bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man loves cooking,&lt;br /&gt;He will clean and vacuum too.&lt;br /&gt;He'll do what's in his power&lt;br /&gt;To show his deep-felt love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Writing poems with your name;&lt;br /&gt;He's a best friend to your mother,&lt;br /&gt;And will kiss away your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never has made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Or caused you hurt in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forget this stupid poem and rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man is gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105837749823488117?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105837749823488117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105837749823488117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837749823488117' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105822638163524054</id><published>2003-07-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T16:46:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here it is Monday the 14th and I still only have $30.00 in donations.  I do appreaciate that though, Everyone I have been talking to is having a real problem with money right now too. You wouldn't think it's hard in Las Vegas to get money for something like this, but in all reality, things are slow here too. People aren't making what they used to. All I can do is keep trying. And I will keep trying.....I think I can....I think I can.....I think I can.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105822638163524054?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105822638163524054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105822638163524054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105822638163524054' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105768741084188102</id><published>2003-07-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T11:03:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok everyone, I'm going to ask you to open your hearts and if you just help a little, I just know when some of these people get on their feet, they will be helping too. I can't afford to donate money, I'm not working at the time, but I will donate the time, and if you can donate time too that would be great. Lets make this years Blogathon and Modest needs the biggest and best. &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/sponsorsignup.php?p=502" title="Sponsor me in the 2003 Blogathon!"&gt;Sponsor me in the 2003 Blogathon!&lt;/a&gt; Hugs and kisses to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105768741084188102?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105768741084188102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105768741084188102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105768741084188102' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105768703844245260</id><published>2003-07-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T10:57:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/sponsorsignup.php?p=502" title="Sponsor me in the 2003 Blogathon!"&gt;Sponsor me in the 2003 Blogathon!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105768703844245260?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105768703844245260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105768703844245260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105768703844245260' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105759794391383940</id><published>2003-07-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T10:12:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!! I just can't believe my luck. Yesterday, I stopped by a local watering hole that I used to work at to have a beer with a friend. His name is Roger and he is 66 years old. He is one of my very dearest friends. I started telling him about the Blogathon, and that I can't afford to donate money at this time, but, I can afford to spend 24 hours of my time to help. It just so happens that Roger moved here when he was 12 and his father was a bartender out here. He was just spilling all kinds of info. So I grabbed a pen and an old envelope out of my purse and started scribbling out notes. We went to lunch and he was still telling me stories. What a break. My 18 year old son will be here for the next 2 weeks, so I won't get to do alot of research. But I got alot from Roger and he said he will come up with some more stories for me. Is that great or what????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105759794391383940?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105759794391383940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105759794391383940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759794391383940' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105744242572826923</id><published>2003-07-05T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T15:00:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, here it is...the unveiling!!!!  I'm going to do most of my Blogathon on.....here it is....are you ready....&lt;strong&gt;TADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...go figure...huh? So if there is anything you want to know or are going to want to know, check back here, or maybe you can send me an e-mail if you have questions. I will have a question-answer posting also. I'll even be giving you some gambling sites to go to.&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck, and good luck to all the other Bloggers too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105744242572826923?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105744242572826923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105744242572826923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105744242572826923' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105738022342675558</id><published>2003-07-04T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T21:45:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I am officially signed up for the Blogathon. Wish me luck. Please, if you can, I know things are tough all over but if you have even $2.00 to spare, please sponsor me for this worthy cause. You can sponsor by the hour or a flat rate of $10, $20 or $1,000,000. There are other Bloggers also doing the Blogathon if you think their causes are more your style, than pledge for them. My friend Kate is single handidly trying to save the planet. I think she may need some help with that. http://klondikekate.bloggage.com It wouldn't hurt my feelings at all if you decided to help her reach her goal also. Thanks for being you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105738022342675558?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105738022342675558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105738022342675558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738022342675558' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105734985450163955</id><published>2003-07-04T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T13:17:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To anyone who has ever needed any help, or is in any position to help someone else, please go to the modest needs icon on the left and check it out. I am going to do the blogathon, and this will be where my donations go. More later, I have to figure out how to get all signed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105734985450163955?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105734985450163955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105734985450163955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105734985450163955' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105733765603427175</id><published>2003-07-04T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T09:54:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 9 most important men in a womans life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Take your clothes off."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE DENTIST&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Open wide."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE HAIRDRESSER&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Do you want it teased or blown?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE MILKMAN&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Do you want in the front or the back?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE INTERIOR DECORATOR&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Once it's in, you'll love it."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THE STOCK BROKER&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "It will rise up, fluctuate for awhil, and then slowly &lt;br /&gt;fall back again."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. THE BANKER&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "If you take it out too soon, you'll lose interest."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;because he goes deep in the bush, shoots twice, and always eats what he shoots. YEAH BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE TELEPHONE GUY&lt;br /&gt;because he says, "Would you like it on the table or up against the wall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105733765603427175?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105733765603427175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105733765603427175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105733765603427175' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-105687210413164894</id><published>2003-06-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T00:35:04.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-105687210413164894?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105687210413164894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/105687210413164894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105687210413164894' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95888267</id><published>2003-06-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:20:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see my comment boxes have disappeared again...kaputz...so long ...farewell...I bid them all adoooooo...I am NOT even in the mood to try to fix those right now, hopefully they will magically reappear through the same portol they went out of.  At any rate, I do have a new message board on the left there somewhere you can leave me a message on, or my e-mail address is right there too. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95888267?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95888267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95888267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95888267' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95887953</id><published>2003-06-21T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T00:54:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just been talking with my new buddy Mike, who is moving here to Vegas from California by the end of the month...He said this is how he packs:&lt;br /&gt;Pack a box, drink a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Pack a box, drink a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Pack a box, drink a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Pack a box, drink a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Pack a box, drink a beer,&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish I was there to help him with all that beer. Then he said he had some nachos and a beer, now he needs a beer to wash his beer down.  He is my Mentor, My Hero...I worship the beer tabs he walks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95887953?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95887953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95887953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95887953' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95880572</id><published>2003-06-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T23:56:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I got this in an e-mail today, it is the weirdest thing. Try it, it's really neat.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cyberglass.co.uk/assets/Flash/psychic.swf   I have a link to it in my drop down box under Crystal Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95880572?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95880572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95880572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95880572' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95839692</id><published>2003-06-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T13:47:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the set up, If you walk out our french doors to get to the back yard, you go down 2 steps onto the patio. To the right is a carport with a pool table, if you go straight, there is a fish pond, with a dog house made to be kind of like a water wheel house. To the left of that is our pool.  It's a doughboy about 4 feet deep. Just perfect for us. (My mother, sister and I all have a house. We're like the Golden Girls, but younger.) The water gets nice real fast in this pool. You know, not too cold to freeze your nipples off or give the guys that TURTLE effect. To the left of that is a shed. &lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday mom and I decided to clean out the pool. You would have to know my mom, she is a cross between Lucy, and Bad Luck Schleprock. If there is something in front of her, she will either fall on it, break it, hurt herself, paint it, move it or give it to anyone that says they like it. She has a very big heart. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, where was I? Oh yea, So anyway, we were cleaning the pool. So a friend of mine was over helping. He is a big 6'4" mex Indain with long black hair to his waist. Let me just tell you how handy he is...umm.....see that lightbulb thats out? Well, he would never be able to figure out how to change it.&lt;br /&gt; So anyway, mom sends the Indian to go get bleach for the pool, it was getting a little bit green, her and I grab some stringie mops and start cleaning the sides and the bottom of the pool. We decided not to empty it, because it floods the neighbors house, and he has some roosters over there and he gets mad. (Which I wouldn't mind if they did float away) Now mind you, mom at this time is wearing a long white night shirt to her knees, and she goes COMMANDO.  Well, we all know what happens when you have a wet T-shirt contest.......Need I say anymore? So the Indian gets back with the bleach, she dumps the whole gallon  into the pool, next thing, I see her walking out of the shed with something else in her hand and tosses this little white chlorine cake into the center of the pool, as she is reading on the directions, &lt;i&gt;DO NOT THROW THIS CHLORINE CAKE DIRECTLY INTO THE POOL&lt;/i&gt;. So needless to say she yells..&lt;i&gt;"GET THAT OUT!!!" &lt;/i&gt;oh yea, right, we can't even see the bottom of the pool yet. So we try to find it and we firgure out, if we just keep the water moving, it should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;The water started clearing up really fast, and except for the nuclear bubbles on top, I was almost tempted to get in. &lt;br /&gt;I went in to get me and the Indian a beer, when I came out, Mom is sitting on the edge of the pool, with water gushing out all around her. Water heading toward the neighbors house, she yells &lt;i&gt;"Get a shovel and dig a ditch!!!!!" &lt;/i&gt;So the Indian scrambles around to find a shovel....c'mon, this guy couldn't find a volkswagon in a refridgerator. So she gets up to stop the water flow and decides she better go change clothes. I don't know, there was just something about seeing my mom's buttcrack through that T-shirt that just cracked me up. The Indian was busy digging a ditch, so I don't think he noticed. I was laughing my ass off. &lt;br /&gt;When mom came back out, she saw the valve for the pool and stuck her finger in it and said, &lt;i&gt;"what's this?" &lt;/i&gt;Well, it WAS the thing holding the water IN the pool. Naturally, we don't have a cap for it. Now, we HAVE to get that ditch dug and fast...lol..so we ran a ditch to the fishpond. Then she came out of the shed with a white adapter and stuck it in there so we could hook a hose to it and let it go down the drive way. This way is not quick enough for mom, so she sits on the side again bouncing up and down, I was just waiting for her to go in backwards, gushing water all over again...she had me laughing so hard. Now mind you, She didn't want to take the water out, so when I asked her why she was letting the water out, she said there were too many chemicals in it. Do you think she could have thought of that BEFORE she threw all that stuff in there? I love ya mom. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95839692?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95839692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95839692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95839692' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95731222</id><published>2003-06-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T15:35:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is just one of those days. I am really restless. I have already made lunch and cleaned the kitchen from my roommates and myself. Did laundry and painted the front porch step. I know, big deal. I decided I either want to open a 99 cent store, or become someones personal assistant. 	I have wanted to be a Personal Assistant for a LONG time.  My objective is to live fun filled exciting life. I would like that to include my career.  I am confident in being the assistant to a professional. My attitude is, if I haven’t tried it, and there’s a way to do it, I will figure it out. I love a challenge. I don’t necessarily care if it’s a 9 to 5 job. I am able to work any times of the day and weekends. I am single, so I have the freedom to travel at the drop of a hat, if necessary. The possibilities are endless and so are my talents and skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.A little about myself: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I am 41 years old originally from the south suburbs of Chicago.I owned and operated my own catering business for 10 years. And also owned a restraunt for 2 years in Hammond Indiana called Chendy’s. I love to cook and create in the kitchen.I have passion for my computer and being more educated.I am very loyal, honest and dependable.I have worn many hats in my life. I will try just about anything once.If I don’t know how to figure something out, I will find a way to make it work. One of my favorite jobs is bartending. Anytime I have been in between jobs, I have always had that to fall back on.  I have my own pool stick, bowling ball and golf clubs. I’m not real good at any of them, but I love to play.&lt;br /&gt;My education consists of: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;	Windows 95,97 and 98, Office automation, Kea, Quicken, Powerpoint-automated presentations, Word, Tables and Spreadsheets, Excel, Access, Project, MP2 Datastream maintenance program, Hyperion solutions, Oracle, Internet, Web pages, Outlook Express, Have gone to seminars in:Stress Management,	The “Exceptional Assistant”, Increasing the quality and quantity of life, Work performance standards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that said, don't you think I'd make a great Personal Assistant? Just in case you know of anyone looking for a unique situation like that, please feel free to forward my page to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95731222?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95731222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95731222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95731222' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-95652392</id><published>2003-06-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T21:46:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's friday the 13th. I am just getting recouperated from a broken knee. The Dr. has partially released me for work finally, so do you know what that means? So far I haven't worked for 7 months, and now because I have been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;partially &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;released for work, I can't get help from the state with my bills, which they have given me 2 times in 7 months, ( a whopping $300 to cover over $1,000 in bills and rent per month) and unemployment won't let me claim because I am only &lt;i&gt;partially &lt;/i&gt;released which would be $124 a week...BFD!!!! but even that would put food on the table...even if I don't have a roof over it anymore. ...what a crock. I have been looking for work for the past 2 months. I'm starting to think maybe I should go to another country for work. At least if I l live in another country, the USA will feed me. It seems like you get more help from our gov't that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-95652392?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95652392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/95652392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95652392' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-94010111</id><published>2003-05-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T13:24:50.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know:&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;br /&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!) &lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;br /&gt;(O.M.G.!) &lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) &lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.) &lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;br /&gt;(Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.) &lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;br /&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!") &lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. &lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??) &lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?) &lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity) &lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;br /&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmmmm........) &lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. &lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;br /&gt;(OK, so that would be a good thing....) &lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains. &lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that too.) &lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.) &lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;(What about that pig??) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-94010111?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94010111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94010111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94010111' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-94009472</id><published>2003-05-08T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:18:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOTHERS AND THOSE SOON TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,  "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit\up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.  And all the mother's who DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.&lt;br /&gt;And mothers who took those babies home and gave them a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.  And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even thought they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick up them up ........Right away !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.  For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed......The panic, years later, that comes again&lt;br /&gt;at 2:00 AM when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...And mature mothers learning to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Single mothers and mothers with money, mothers without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you all.......For all of Us......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.......In the end we can only do the best that we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold them close and tell them every day that we love them .....and pray asking for God's protection and guideness in their lives and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is what catches you when you fall......and we all fall at one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just remember, M O T H E R, does not spell PERFECT.....We have all made mistakes and so it will be with new mothers.  But we did the best we knew how....LOVE is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons are 18 and 20 and live far from me. There isn't a day I don't think about them. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Jeremy and Cory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-94009472?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94009472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94009472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94009472' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-94009231</id><published>2003-05-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T13:08:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember this every time you pass that little penny in the parking lot.  I always thought that it was for Good Luck, but I love this version better: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a penny today &lt;br /&gt;Just laying on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;But it's not just a penny, &lt;br /&gt;this little coin I've found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found pennies come from heaven, &lt;br /&gt;that's what my Grandpa told me. &lt;br /&gt;He said Angels toss them down. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I loved that story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said when an Angel misses you, they toss a penny down. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just to cheer you up, &lt;br /&gt;to make a smile out of your frown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-94009231?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94009231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/94009231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94009231' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93725786</id><published>2003-05-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:16:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lastest dreams are owning a race car and team to race in Nascar. I think lots of people would like to own one.  I bet if everyone that wants to own a race car put in a $100 each, we could have enough for a car and a team. It should only cost about $15,000,000 to start. We can call the car USA and paint it like the flag.  Maybe we could get the armed forces to be sponsers and the White House.   LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next dream is to be in the world poker tour. I love Texas Hold 'em. But if you have ever seen me gamble, you would know that I have a better chance of having purple monkeys fly out of my rear end. And if I did win, I would loose it in a keno machine before I even got out of the Casino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93725786?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93725786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93725786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93725786' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93722547</id><published>2003-05-03T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T15:44:28.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Female Prayer.... &lt;br /&gt;Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep,&lt;br /&gt;One who's handsome, smart and strong, One who's loves to listen&lt;br /&gt;long, &lt;br /&gt;One who thinks before he speaks, When he says he'll call, he&lt;br /&gt;won't wait weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that he is gainfully employed, When I spend&lt;br /&gt;his cash, won't be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt; Pulls out my chair and opens my door,&lt;br /&gt;Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt; Oh! Send me a man who'll&lt;br /&gt;make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "How big is my&lt;br /&gt;behind?" &lt;br /&gt;I pray that this man will love me to no end, And never attempt&lt;br /&gt;to hit on my friend.&lt;br /&gt; And as I kneel and pray by my bed, I look at the&lt;br /&gt;creep you sent me instead. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Male Prayer...&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns&lt;br /&gt;a liquor store. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93722547?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93722547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93722547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93722547' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93638366</id><published>2003-05-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T13:43:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am looking for a brother that I have never met. He was adopted out when he was born.  His birth date is Sept 5th 1965. Birthplace St. Margrets hospital, Hammond Ind.  Mothers name Carole, . He was adopted out of the Catholic Charities. His birth name Tom Jones. Please let me know if you have any idea or leads I can use. I have a page for him in my drop down menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope if I ever meet him, he is a computer genius so he can help me with my stupid computer....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93638366?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93638366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93638366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93638366' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93545788</id><published>2003-04-30T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T20:52:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a blast from the past, I wrote this song for an ex boyfriend, who was a drummer in a band. They put it to music &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You picked the bottle over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our problems,  every couple does&lt;br /&gt;but what we have now, is not like it was&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the stress,  I can’t take the strain&lt;br /&gt;You’re drinking us away, and I feel all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You picked the bottle over me&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh why can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live with all the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life was once beautiful,  but now it’s not how we knew it&lt;br /&gt;the alcohol was more important,  and honey,  you blew it.&lt;br /&gt;I will find another,  who will love me like I deserve&lt;br /&gt;My life and self respect,  I will preserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You picked the bottle over me&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh why can’t you see&lt;br /&gt; I can’t live with the lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93545788?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93545788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93545788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93545788' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93540468</id><published>2003-04-30T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T10:05:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now here I sit...waiting ....wondering....  trying to solve the worlds problems (which is really stupid because I can't even solve my own). But I have found that maybe I can help other people who are uninsured, have had an accident and are stuck, devistated and depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenerio: I have always worked, always had insurance and always made good money. It just happened that I was in between career moves. While I am in between career moves, I bartend. So I am always working. But at this particular time, I had no insurance. So in my situation, I was lost. Didn't know where to go for help. Never collected unemployment or had any kind of help of that sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I decided to put what I found out to use, so if you know anyone in this situation, refer them to :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/breezyjones2003/index2.html&lt;br /&gt;you can get to this site by using my drop down menu and hitting GO.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My new quest:  Helping the uninsured injured in America!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I wait patiently for my Prince to finally show up, I will try to help others as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Prince...if your out there.....I'm &lt;i&gt;STILL&lt;/i&gt; waiting!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93540468?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93540468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93540468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93540468' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93218513</id><published>2003-04-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T20:32:02.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy do I have this thing messed up now!!!!  lol...this is too funny.....someone get me some asprin...or a bottle of tequila....whichever is closest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93218513?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93218513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93218513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93218513' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-93139992</id><published>2003-04-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T15:32:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just had my 41st birthday, I have missed my goal of finding the perfect man by the time I had my birthday. Maybe I had give myself some more time....what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-93139992?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93139992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/93139992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93139992' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-92384863</id><published>2003-04-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:10:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I have this broken knee I have been recouping from. So maybe this isn't the perfect time to be on this quest. But then again, I meet all kinds of Doctors, Lawyers, Physical Therapists...the list goes on and on. I was talking to a friend today about it. I told her I was hesitant about meeting someone until I am fully walking again, without this walker I am using Temporarily. Do you know what she said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: that's the least of your worries. Besides, men like the frail, help me! kind of woman. It brings out the nurturing side of them. This will let you know how deep or superficial he is. If he seems genuinely concerned for your comfort, he's a keeper; if he acts annoyed or put off by it, throw him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a built-in crap detecter with that walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!  You have no idea how close that hit home. Let me tell you about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother has MS. She has been in a wheelchair since my father was 18 (he is now 65 and has Parkinson's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in a house with stairs. I remember him having to carry her up and down the stairs everytime they went anywhere. They lived in Posen, Illinois, where it snowed, too. He would go to work (a union electrician) and when he came home she would have dinner ready for him. He was a meat and potatoes kinda guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried her hardest to keep up the house, but my grandfather would do the mopping, baseboards etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in the backseat of the car, watching my Grandfather (God rest his soul) carrying my Grandmother up the stairs and thinking "that's the kind of man I want in my life when I grow up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years later, you'd think I would have run into a man like him by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, if you are up there, would you please send me someone just like you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-92384863?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92384863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92384863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92384863' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-92253494</id><published>2003-04-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T17:13:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;b&gt;THE FIVE SECRETS TO A  GREAT RELATIONSHIP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is important to find a man who works around  the house,&lt;br /&gt;     occasionally cooks and cleans  and who has a job&lt;br /&gt;2. It is important to find a man who makes  you laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. It is important to find a man who is dependable and doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;4. It is important to find a man who's  good in bed and who loves you and loves to make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.It is important that these four men never  meet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-92253494?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92253494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92253494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92253494' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-92137018</id><published>2003-04-07T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T01:26:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a picture of me on my other page:   http://profiles.yahoo.com/lasvegasbreezy&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in mind...I was at a bar and had a few.........so in other words...I was in my element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-92137018?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92137018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/92137018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92137018' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91950424</id><published>2003-04-03T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:32:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So another day has gone by, still no luck...lol...My friend and I were at the Luxor today for a massage. (she treated for our birthdays)  but I didn't find the perfect man there either. Do you suppose he was walking out when I was walking in? Maybe he was having a massage the same time I was and I just missed him. Well, he wasn't out at the pool....whoever he is....and he wasn't at the Pyramid Cafe' (My girlfriend is the Exc. Chef there and we went there for lunch.)  I guess I shouldn't be in any hurry, because all the way there my friend was telling me about all the crap she is going through with her husband of 2 months. Of course we were driving in the brand new Jeff Gordon Monte Carlo car that he bought her and then we went to see the new house he just got her also....  Makes me wonder, is all the nice stuff worth all the fighting?  I really don't think so. I know I don't like living like that. I sure wouldn't mind getting a car and a house though...even though I am happy with my apt. I just don't care for all the noisy neighbors. I would love to have a kitchen window looking out into the backyard with the pool, like she has.....maybe I just need to find a rich married guy that lives far away and just comes to town once in awhile and will buy me a Condo....  you know, like Richard Gere offered Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. (I love Cinderella movies) But unfortunatly, thats not my style....should I change my style?  My style hasn't been working so far...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91950424?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91950424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91950424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91950424' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91859126</id><published>2003-04-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T10:50:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so this morning I figured out the comments...maybe one of the TV stations will get in touch with me and I will be the next Bachelorette on TV.....NOT..I hated those shows, except maybe Joe Millionaire.  That was pretty funny, watching all those girls get all catty..  ****PPPHHHTTTT****PPPHHHHTTTT****   I really don't think I could do something like that. Who wants to be with someone that choses you out of 20 other people, it should be love at first sight....well, you see how far that has gotten me....lol&lt;br /&gt;Get real. So here I sit in Las Vegas with nothing to do...all dressed up and nowhere to go ***sniff**sniff***  Just kidding, I keep busy. I'm not desprate by any means, just still having fun, spending alot of time with friends and keeping up with my buddies on the net. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91859126?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91859126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91859126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91859126' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91834654</id><published>2003-04-02T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T02:13:01.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so now I have the icon for my comments there....but where are the comment lines?????  I went back to the source and now I can't find the tags for it either....HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP  I'm in Blogger Hell and I feel the blood being sucked out of what is left of my brain. I have done many web pages that turned out so nice, why is this place so hard to work with? That's it, can someone give me a ride to Hoover Dam, I'd like to throw this puter over the side. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91834654?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91834654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91834654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91834654' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91826123</id><published>2003-04-01T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T09:45:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little about me:&lt;br /&gt;I am 40 years young, blond, (some mine, some from a bottle) 5'1" and a bit fluffy ( a nicer way of saying bigger that I should be at my height). I like these things: music, country, jazz, romantic sax, and oldies, I love nice dinners (Hugo's Celler at the 4 Queens is one of my favorites. 5 star and worth it) I like dressing up to go out, I like wearing ratty old jeans and a hat going to the races, I LOVE Monster trucks, and Nascar. This stupid computer is a passion of mine. Can't learn enough. Didn't think this old brain could handle anymore, but I still suprise myself now and then. I like weird sunglasses, hats, Jacuzzi's, rainy days, camping, fishing, ( I can bait a hook, but I can't take the poor little fishies off the hook) Golf...(poor birds) although I do lose alot of balls in the water. I love the colors pink and purple. I love to spoil and be spoiled. I love to suprise someone and do things they are not accustomed to. I don't lay out in the sun so if you want a long tall tanned skinny chick, hit delete now. I figure if you don't like me the way I am now, you really won't like me skinny and bitchie......., ok, I'm going to see if this stupid thing will post now. So until I can get my comment stuff figured out, you will have to e-mail me at BreezyJones2003@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91826123?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91826123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91826123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91826123' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91823397</id><published>2003-04-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T21:36:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Likes in a man:&lt;br /&gt;I like big cuddly guys, good personality, sense of humor and someone I don't have to support. I don't mind flippin' for dinner or something now and then, but I am a little tired of supporting and arguing over $10.00.  I like a nice smile and a mouth that can say a whole sentance without the work Fuck in it. I mean, everyone says it, but it doesn't have to dominate a conversation. I like a man that can drink without getting sloppy drunk and after a few drinks gets that melted face that looks like they just want to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I like a clean bathroom. So if you like to spit your toothpaste so it gets all over the mirror, the faucet and leaves big slimy mints in the sink, forget it. I am by no means a clean FREAK, but I do like some things clean. I don't want to feel like I am in a public restroom when I am at home.&lt;br /&gt;Teeth are a must, they don't have to be real ones, but I don't care for the toothless type. Not as a mate anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91823397?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91823397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91823397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91823397' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91816710</id><published>2003-04-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:14:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am new at this Blogging thing, so bear with me. My friend Kate got me into this. (I'll get you for this Kate!!!) I will give you her blog address as soon as I figure this blogging crap out. You will love Kate, she is funny, witty, and just pure inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is, I was married at 20, I have 2 sons, Jeremy and Cory. They are they loves of my life. I divorced at 30 and now, here I am at 40 still looking for that special someone that I can trust and love forever. I want the kind of relationship that I want to go out in the middle of the night to get him something he's craving and visa versa. Or just go that extra mile just because it would make the other persons stress just a little easier. Take some of the load off. And I want someone who is willing to do that for me. Someone loveable, but lets me have my own space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come about what I like in a man and some of my dislikes and more about me, but first I have to see if I can get this thing working the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91816710?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91816710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91816710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91816710' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5233786.post-91814752</id><published>2003-04-01T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T19:10:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so here it is...I am in search of the &lt;i&gt;perfect man&lt;/i&gt;. You know, the type you want to spend the rest of your life with. Not a fighter, if he hasn't learned by now that women are always right...then forget it...LOL just kidding. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5233786-91814752?l=lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91814752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5233786/posts/default/91814752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lasvegasbreezyjones.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91814752' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021554107206556569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
