<?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-6417655227436753308</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:43:01.085-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Mischief'/><category term='Jingle'/><category term='Curing Boredom'/><category term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category term='Music'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Ringo Jingle Bell</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog devoted to the life of my two cats and myself.  Okay, that sounds boring.  Ah, screw-it!  It is what it is!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5461312460985140074</id><published>2009-07-17T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:40:04.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>One more sleep until Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm actually more excited about seeing my adorable and pregnant sister.  But Harry Potter is a nice bonus!  Plus I get to see Adam and Chuki and Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I can't dream of visiting Lucy without bringing Mischief.  The cat that every cat loves (well, Chucki "tolerates" Mischief but as far as Chuki standards go, that's a close to "love" as he's gotten with a cat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow my little one and I hit the road. Mischief is actually great to travel with.  Just chills on the passenger seat and rests and listens to music.  But he's excited to see his pal Lucy.  It's going to be a great weekend.  We'll have to fill you in all about it when we get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5461312460985140074?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5461312460985140074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5461312460985140074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5461312460985140074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5461312460985140074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-sleep-until-harry-potter.html' title='One more sleep until Harry Potter!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4535638522404858877</id><published>2009-07-02T21:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:24:35.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mischief!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Sk1a1_msB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/k1VplRqoi7E/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354035415666657186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Sk1a1_msB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/k1VplRqoi7E/s320/DSC00060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my attempt to fill you all in on the past year, I must start with the biggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mischief is a biggy. Adopted in January, he has become a fast friend to his sister Jingle and it just adorable altogether. As Jingle has grown up and now has her own bed at night, Mischief can't sleep without holding Mommy's hand (Seriously. He literally puts his paw in my hand when he sleeps).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's soft, all white (albino actually) which gives him the wonky one green one blue eye and makes him half deaf. Now, the eyes are awesome, see for yourself.... That's not photo shop baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's super cuddly, mostly comatose and happy just to be close to you without being needy. He's sleeping at my feet right now, randomly nibbling a toe here or there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just turned one in June and was rescued off the side of the road by a friend. She took him in as a barn cat and although he loved to swing from her horses tail, she knew he was too special to stay a barn cat. Knowing we had four others already she suggested I take him in. Without seeing him I said "okay" thinking I'm dead meat when the parents find out. But one look at him and we all melted. His hearing loss causes him to have this quiet little squeak of a voice which is completely adorable and at a year old, he's about the same size as Jingle, small and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have two babies, one gorgeous little angel who will always be a mommy's girl, and a cuddly little boy who looks like a cross between a Q-tip and pocket lint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4535638522404858877?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4535638522404858877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4535638522404858877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4535638522404858877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4535638522404858877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2009/07/mischief.html' title='Mischief!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Sk1a1_msB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/k1VplRqoi7E/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-858325515752351708</id><published>2009-07-02T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:17:04.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOK!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally on facebook! Mwah ha ha ha. Beware facebook world. You cannot hide anymore. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Hypnotic" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_5_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I haven't figured out half of what this crazy site is yet. I got invited to YoVille. Wierd little place. Cute though too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out why when I log in I can see every post that people on my list have posted (even if just to each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where's the freakin' instruction manual?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm there, and learning new things all the time. May take me a while to respond as I try to figure out where you posted your message, but I will respond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/dl/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb097_ZNxmk121MGCA&amp;amp;utm_id=7925" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb097&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk121MGCA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-858325515752351708?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/858325515752351708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=858325515752351708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/858325515752351708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/858325515752351708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK!!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4027675387356995418</id><published>2009-06-30T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:23:02.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>*YAWN*</title><content type='html'>Must type, must type....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promised to get back up and going on the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have two 16 hour work days back to back (friggin' deadlines!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a promise is a promise so I must blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging done, write again soon, sleeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppp!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4027675387356995418?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4027675387356995418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4027675387356995418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4027675387356995418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4027675387356995418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2009/06/yawn.html' title='*YAWN*'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7737725757083728405</id><published>2009-06-29T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:19:39.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>So, time to get the blog back up and rolling after a long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, never mind, just start typing and Mischief starts crying "Mommy, mommy, time for bed, let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess we'll start up again tomorrow, a little earlier I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7737725757083728405?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7737725757083728405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7737725757083728405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7737725757083728405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7737725757083728405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2812006492510295999</id><published>2007-11-22T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:15:57.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first!  I GOT THE JOB IN OTTAWA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the week gets a little hard, because I left Jingle to vacation at Grandma and Grandpa's for a few weeks so that was hard.  But, apparently she's having loads of fun and settling in nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night, in class, I was voted by the class as the breakthrough presentation of the night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to explain the last one a little bit more, each week we vote on two people to gain recognition.  First is the person to most effectively communicate.  The second is breakthrough (which basically means, who stepped out of their comfort zone and bring the whole class with them).  Last nights assignments were all based on enthusiam.  We had to present two things where we used a great deal of enthusiams, to the point of exaggeration.  Apparently I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the job, I'm very excited.  It's a good job, position created for me (not one they had) and it's regular hours, steady pay, a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my weekly WOOHOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2812006492510295999?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2812006492510295999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2812006492510295999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2812006492510295999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2812006492510295999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2594910407634089667</id><published>2007-11-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:38:45.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I've lost my mind!</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I finally found it! Not sure which. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="53" alt="Club" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_42.gif" width="56" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've gone and done it either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF IS SHE TALKING ABOUT???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I'll explain! Yeesh people! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="54" alt="Faint" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_1.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done? I've quit my job. And I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know work has been rough lately. Not bad really, just that things aren't growing as fast as we all thought and I'm working too much. After a few months of not sleeping, working through most nights to get things done, and not making what everyone anticipated, I finally had a breakdown. I felt awful, tired, depressed, wipped out. I felt like, well, kinda like this.... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Lava Lamp" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_17.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quit! Done, bye bye, so long. And I really have no idea what I'll do next for a job, but I don't really care. I know I'm good at my craft, my family is supportive, I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to top it off, I'm moving, with Jingle. I'm uprooting my little girl and taking her away. We're heading to Merrickville. Invading Mom and Dad's basement, moving it all. Now, most parents would be all "crap, the kids are moving back in" but not our parents. In fact, it was their suggestion and seeing them doing so much better, I realized it might just be what I need to turn things around. Jingle will have her best friend back (Peewee) &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 7" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_20.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Holly&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 4" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_15.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; might get a break. And, since we're going to be in the basement, Jingle can learn a new skill too. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="71" alt="Cat And Mouse Tail" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_1_25.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't get me started, I'm trying not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'll have my best friends back. Dad &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="77" alt="DJ" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_2_107.gif" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with his great music, always ready for a good time. Mom &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="50" alt="Reading" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_13_3.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with her calm demeanor, who loves to curl up on a couch and relax or read (usually with a Sudoku book in her hands). Not mention.... &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Spaghetti" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_51.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOME COOKED MEALS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've already told Chantelle and Adam and they seem excited. Chantelle &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Knitting" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_13_14.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; knows how wonderful our parents are and knows I'll love being close to them again. And Adam &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Snappy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_13_13.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be supportive of anything really. He just loves us all, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the official notice! Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="3D Santa" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_61.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will be at my place this year in London (you'll have to excuse the boxes because we're moving right afterwards) and it will be fun. Then off to a new life, a new start, dragging little Jingle with me. We have some resumes out in the Ottawa area now, I know something great will turn up. Just wish us luck! Cheers! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="Chugger" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/13/13_4_10.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb114_ZNxmk121MGCA&amp;amp;utm_id=7922" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb114&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk121MGCA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2594910407634089667?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2594910407634089667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2594910407634089667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2594910407634089667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2594910407634089667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-lost-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ve lost my mind!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-9093058523438478233</id><published>2007-11-11T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:15:23.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Egg Ramble</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's exactly what this is, a ramble on eggs. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="73" alt="Hungry" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/7/7_4_17.gif" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs are much unappreciated really, seriously misunderstood.  And yet, they are sooooo good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are an odd little thing really.  For starters, you need to get past the fact that an egg in a unproduced chicken.  EWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, get past that and wow, they are so cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be used at any meal, not just breakfast.  They are delicious, versatile, and an excellent source of protein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, wow, great for breakfast and easy and quick too.  It takes about 30 seconds to fry an egg, less time than it takes my toaster to do the toast.  And if you're worried fat and calories, put water in the bottom of a non-stick pan instead of butter.  It'll keep the eggs from sticking and help you get that nice gooey centre that we all love running into our toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about scrambled.  What can you NOT do with scrambled eggs.  You can have them plain. You can add ham, corned beef, peppers, mushrooms, whatever really and make an omlete.  Or westerns!  Mmmmm, on toast with ketchup. Yummy!  How about adding a little breakfast sausage, some onions and peppers, a little cheese and putting it all into a fresh wrap! Breakfast burrito!  Great with coffee on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you do a stirfry for dinner, try adding an egg or two to the mix.  Eggs add a great flavour, help the rice stick together, and add tons of protein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiche, a highly misunderstood meal, and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just a few ideas.  I know that in Ontario, the Dairy &amp;amp; Poultry associations release countless egg recipies, check your local associations for more.  They really are a great addition to any meal.  And now with Omega 3 eggs and other varieties, you can get much more from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with eggs people!  The eggs will love you for it! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="59" alt="Flippy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_13_5.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-9093058523438478233?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/9093058523438478233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=9093058523438478233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/9093058523438478233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/9093058523438478233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/11/egg-ramble.html' title='Egg Ramble'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6716397047150745352</id><published>2007-11-11T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:30:07.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><title type='text'>ROFLMAO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEWgs6YQR9A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEWgs6YQR9A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some creative genius with way to much time on their hands has created a video that is absolutely hilarious. A take off of an old Muppet's clip, it's redesigned on video game characters from World of Warcraft and chat lingo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's just say, I was ROFLMAOing while watching this. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6716397047150745352?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6716397047150745352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6716397047150745352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6716397047150745352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6716397047150745352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/11/roflmao.html' title='ROFLMAO!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-199729215036490632</id><published>2007-10-18T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:14:13.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Black Kitty" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_217.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Halloween is approaching and because many of the people in our night class, including the instructors, are parents, it was decided that we would take the night off and finish the class a week later in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have a free night to spend with the kittens! Question is, what are we going to do? How do you make Halloween fun for cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/413&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="3-D Werewolf" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/413p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/413&amp;amp;partner=ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, on Halloween, I curl up with all the snacks you shouldn't eat (you know, that spare bag of candy you picked up for the "trick or treaters" in case you didn't have enough with the first 8000 chocolate bars you bought). I pull out a case of pop, not caring about sugar or calories. I grab my favorite quilt, my best horror movies and I enjoy a night of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, Peewee doesn't seem to like horror movies. Jingle doesn't really either but as long as she can hide under the quilt in my lap, she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/415&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="3-D Ghost" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/415p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/415&amp;amp;partner=ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with only two weeks to go, I need some advice. Enjoy my horror night and scare the crap out of the cats? Or enjoy a night of Finding Nemo, A Bug's Life and Harry Potter and please the "kids"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-199729215036490632?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/199729215036490632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=199729215036490632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/199729215036490632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/199729215036490632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5658364165436686223</id><published>2007-10-18T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:14:40.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jingle and Peewee, part 2...</title><content type='html'>"Oh where, or where has my sanity gone. Oh where, oh where can it be?" &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="71" alt="Singer 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_2_2.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what an eventful few days. So lets start with the first night, with Peewee sorting through my fruit bowl at 3am. The ensuing conversation with our father....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry honey, Peewee hates bananas, he's just curious."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Dad, I'll take your word for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, I hear Peewee on the counter again in the middle of the night. I ignore it, trusting my father. I wake up the next morning to find a mangled, chewed banana on my kitchen floor. Poor banana. What a brutal death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's Jingle, all snuggled up on her pillow at night. Peewee decides "I'm going to curl up the cute chicks on the bed, maybe get a scratch. There's half a bed for me anyway, Jingle only takes up one pillow and that silly human who always kisses me only takes the other half of the bed." So instead of sleeping alone in the living room, he decides to join. He barely lands on the bed and Jingle, only lifting her head up, starts hissing like mad. Peewee promptly turns and runs to the condo in the living room with his tail between his legs. Poor Peewee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jingle decides she's going to put yet more toys in the water bowl (after it's 5th cleaning for the day) and this time, instead of just drinking around them like he always does, Peewee puts his paw on the side of the bowl and tips it over to release the toys from their watery grave, then tips the bowl back over to take a drink, forgetting that the water drained with the toys. Poor Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work yesterday and stepped in the door and promptly kicked a decorative tin. The same decorative tins that reside on the top of my kitchen cupboards. Fearing the worst, I step over the tin and head to the kitchen and low and behold, there's three more tins on the floor/counter/sink. Complete with fresh new Peewee dents. Poor tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I come home after my class. It's 10:45pm, I'm exhausted, hungry, and ready for bed. I walk in and find Peewee waiting for me, meowing for a scratch or hug or any kind of attention. Letting me know that after having a mother who stays at home most of the time, it is entirely not okay for me to be gone for 15 hours. Just as I lean down to pet him, Jingle comes bounding around the corner and racing down the hall to greet her mommy and when she gets about 4 feet away from us, Peewee whips around a lets our a hiss that clearly said "Buzz off, she's mine right now." After a moment of shock, Jingle hisses back and stalks away to the bedroom. Poor Jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's 1am, and I have watched the cats play together, each come up in turns for scratches and rubs on the couch while I chill a little before bed, and kiss each other on the noses. And you know what? All that stuff above? I wouldn't change any of it for the world. That's the stuff that keeps cat lovers on their toes, that makes our pets our kids, family, not just animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring it on you two! What new event am I going to celebrate and laugh over next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5658364165436686223?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5658364165436686223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5658364165436686223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5658364165436686223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5658364165436686223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/10/jingle-and-peewee-part-2.html' title='Jingle and Peewee, part 2...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3944420903263921981</id><published>2007-10-15T20:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:01:50.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RxQGgT-wJ3I/AAAAAAAAADs/OoC6oiipXas/s1600-h/SSA50472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121725828416153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RxQGgT-wJ3I/AAAAAAAAADs/OoC6oiipXas/s400/SSA50472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Jingle and I had company this weekend. Mom and Dad (Grandpa and Grandma to Jingle) came for the weekend and brought Peewee and Holly. It was so wonderful to have them. They arrived late on Friday and we immediately cracked open the beer and rum. On Saturday, mom and I did some running around, Dad has his own running around to do. Then they left to have dinner with their friends John and Karen to celebrate John's 60th birthday. While they were gone, I had grand plans to watch a great Disney movie that the three "kids" would enjoy but by the time I got halfway through my own dinner, with one cat beside me on the couch sleeping, another on the top of the couch sleeping and yet another in the cat condo, you guessed it, sleeping, I lasted all of another 5 minutes before the infectious sleep took over and before I knew it, the parents were back and the cats hadn't moved. But, you know what? A wonderful nap with the cats was more than needed and totally enjoyable. Even if I couldn't move after being squished onto one half of the couch. Someone please explain to me why a tiny 7lbs cat needs a whole half of a couch to sleep when she fits into a cereal box!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the parents returned and with mom's help, we fixed a treat for lunch the next day. Since we couldn't be together for Thanksgiving and I knew they wanted to hit the road fairly early so they wouldn't be back too late, I planned a thanksgiving dinner for lunch. A wonderful boiled ham with carrots and potatoes, slow cooked in the crock pot. And I got an Apple Pie and Pumpkin pie for desert. Although the parental units seemed to enjoy it, it delayed their leave as the meal seemed to cause them to both need a nap. But it was worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they leave, to head to TO to see my sister and her husband, and I turn around to find.... Peewee! They left him behind! So Jingle and I have a new roommate for the next month until we meet again for my birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, okay, we planned it ahead of time, they didn't forget their cat. Everyone needs a little Peewee company every once in a while so we all decided that Peewee would come stay at the resort for a while. Give me some extra company, play with Jingle, get a little break from Holly (okay, give Holly a break from him really). So after a day on our own, I was anticipating broken dishes, half eaten fruit, books on the floor, anything that Peewee could "explore" and get into. Thus, the humour of Peewee. So I come home from work and low and behold........... nothing. Jingle is still asleep on top of the fireplace, and Peewee is still asleep in the condo. Yeesh. I guess the weekend really wore them out. And instead of two cats coming to greet me at the door, I get half open eyes and a look from each saying "Oh, it's you" before promptly returning to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not worried though. I think after a few days here, the two will get their energy back, start fighting and playing. Go back to pushing each other around for the softest warmest spot on the bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So welcome to our home Peewee. Now, the only thing to figure out, is how to keep you around another month until Christmas. But I promise you we'll have fun. Jingle, don't bite Peewee's ear. Peewee! That teacup isn't a toy! Jingle, jumping on Peewee isn't very nice. Peewee, don't eat the bananas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, I better go sort this out. Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3944420903263921981?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3944420903263921981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3944420903263921981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3944420903263921981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3944420903263921981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming to Dinner?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RxQGgT-wJ3I/AAAAAAAAADs/OoC6oiipXas/s72-c/SSA50472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2621687029583209938</id><published>2007-10-15T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:29:59.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Dancing With The Stars</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say, I've watched DWTS since the beginning and have seen many wonderful performances, fun, sad, great, wonderful.  You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I must say, I'm not sure I've seen many dances more elegent than Jane Seymour and Tony dancing the Veniese Waltz to Piano Man.  It wasn't a perfect dance and they didn't get the best score, but, Jane Seymour is just so naturally beautiful and elegent and watching her waltz was, in my opinion, breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2621687029583209938?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2621687029583209938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2621687029583209938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2621687029583209938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2621687029583209938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/10/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing With The Stars'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1291487618140687361</id><published>2007-10-09T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:03:40.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We need more time!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew!  As if Jingle and I weren't busy enough with work.  Now, we have more work and a weekly night class too!  So this means that we have basically no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we'll try to catch everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Happy Thanksgiving to anyone I didn't talk to this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, work has been crazy, still haven't had a holiday, but hopefully soon I will.  But it hasn't been too bad.  Work is good.  Just need to keep plugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've started the Dale Carnegie course too.  It's a leadership and management course.  For the post part, the course is about communication.  So each week, we do a series of small speeches and presentations.  Not nescessarily about work, just in general.  It's a really great course and I'm loving it.  Each week the trainers really force you out of your comfort zone.  But everyone is very encouraging and so you can't help but feel safe.  You know that no matter what, you're not going to be judged and so you feel safe to say anything.  So it has been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about small world too.  Not only is there a wonder girl in the class who happened to attend St. Mary's school with Chantelle and I, who I haven't seen since grade 8 (she was a year behind me), but I found out there is a young man there too who is a friend of Tyler's, my cousin and another man my age who is best friends with Val's brother!  I was a little scared at first knowing that these people knew me and considering how open we need to be in the course, but like the others, they are wonderful and completely non-judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jingle of course has been wonderful as always.  She is still using the pillow on the bed as her new home, spending most of her nap time and the night there.  It's still sweet but I'm still occassionally waking up to find she's turned around and I'm nose to butt with her.  And other times, she decides she wants to get closer and move to my pillow and lay against my face.  This is usually promptly followed by me waking up in a panic because I'm suffocating.  But she means well.  But in short.  Just is just as happy and bubbly as ever.  What a godsend in these stressful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's us, not really a whole lot to report and we've just been busy, but that is us nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is doing well.  It looks like you all have been busy too.  Chantelle, I love the new website, I'll get on to post a comment soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1291487618140687361?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1291487618140687361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1291487618140687361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1291487618140687361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1291487618140687361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-need-more-time.html' title='We need more time!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2524639434431422718</id><published>2007-09-17T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:08:03.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>My gripe with Cartoons!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a teeny little bout of insomnia has been keeping me up at night for, oh, just a week, nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a desperate attempt to be either bore myself to sleep or keep my sanity, I've been tuning into the Family Channel in the wee hours, one of the few networks that has programming 24 hours rather than infomercials, which tend to keep me awake, or shows that I'm far to embarrassed to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last few nights, er mornings, er whatever!  I came to a conclusion that I didn't realize actually bothered me this much.  And since the Family Channel is 90% Disney, I guess Disney gets picked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, in cartoon world, gets to decide which animals are allowed to talk and which animals are subject to being pets to other animals?!  It's unfair I tell you!  And no quoting C.S. Lewis Chantelle, those animals were real, not cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Goofy, I do love Goofy.  But who decided that it was fair for Goofy to wear clothes, have a job, a son (did we ever find out who Max's mother was?), a house, a car, other animal friends, and an ability to talk (well, sort of) and Pluto has to walk on all fours, can only bark and growl, eat gruel, and has to be mastered by a rodent (no offence Mickey).  Like, really, is that fair?  They're both dogs!  Doesn't Pluto ever get jealous having to look at Goofy when he visits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just one example.  There are so many situations where cartoon animals have pets.  We wouldn't walk around with naked humans on leashes would we?  Well, not normal people and not in public, who knows what happens in some of those wacky clubs.  But still, it'd be the same thing wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly fine for humans to have pets, as long as we treat them well and love them.  But isn't it incredibly degrading for pets to be owned by animals.  IT'S CRUELTY I TELL YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle would have a panic attack if her owner was a giant mouse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I said my peace, I may start a movement, or I may get some sleep and regain my sanity.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2524639434431422718?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2524639434431422718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2524639434431422718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2524639434431422718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2524639434431422718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-gripe-with-cartoons.html' title='My gripe with Cartoons!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8773134887155835935</id><published>2007-09-16T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:35:44.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Elizabethtown</title><content type='html'>This post is really more about a personal wish than the movie, but I figured I better explain the movie a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally figured I'd watch the movie purely because it starred Orlando Bloom, but it ended up being a really sweet, very quirky, completely adorable movie.  It's basically about a guy, who father passes away, and his journey to retrieve his father's body, plan a funeral and in the meantime, meet the girl of his dreams (Kirsten Dunst).  I highly recommend the movie, it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does this movie turn into a personal wish?  Well, you have to watch the movie to find out the details, but lets just say, it has one of the best funeral memorials I have ever seen.  Sadly, I have been to many funerals, but I usually don't find them sad.  Yes, I mourn for loved ones, but as my family knows, it's more about celebrating them and their lives to me than it is missing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Elizabethtown has a scene, which is the memorial/funeral of the lead characters father.  And its exactly what I would want for my own memorial.  It became a party, a celebration.  The Widow ended up giving a beautiful speech that was more of a comedy act.  She ended up dancing and singing and enjoy life.  A nephew of the deceased got on stage with his rock band and brought down the house.  By the end, everyone was laughing and celebrating and enjoying themselves, and those around them.  Okay, so ignore the fact that the whole memorial went down in flames, literally.  I wouldn't want a paper dove setting on fire and ending the celebration early.  But, the point would be, I wouldn't want people to be sad.  Bring in a band, bring in a Karaoke Machine.  Serve breaded mushrooms and wine (my family would understand that one).  Just be together, remember the good times, not just with me, but every good time in your life.  There is a big difference between tears of sadness, and tears of joy.  You would all get your time to mourn me in your own way, but together, cry tears of joy.  Be Happy!  Celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I don't plan to have this day come for a great many years, I don't want anyone making plans right now.  But as I don't think the internet is going anywhere anytime soon, this will hopefully be here as a reference 70 years from now. (Yup, that'd make me 98, I'm not optimistic enough for 100, so 98 it is).  Or maybe a loved one will simply read this and remember this for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, none of never know when our time is coming, so each moment should be lived to the fullest.  That's not always easy, and we all fail at that task sometimes, but it's worth trying.  And it's important to be prepared.  Not live in fear of dying, but make our wishes known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8773134887155835935?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8773134887155835935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8773134887155835935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8773134887155835935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8773134887155835935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/elizabethtown.html' title='Elizabethtown'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5852417925727243894</id><published>2007-09-14T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:19:03.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>New foods, gotta try it!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the weekends are my time to let loose and really cook well.  You know, make the stuff that takes hours, that you just can't make during the week unless you want to eat at midnight.  But, in trying to eat healthy and still have a decent meal during the week, I tend to try things that are quick and easy and see how they well they work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I rarely eat beef or steaks, not really my thing, but I'm a constant fan of the Lou's Roast Beef au Jus.  Pull it out of the freezer in the morning, nuke for 7 minutes at dinner time and you have a fair serving of beautifully shaved Roast Beef, free of fat and sinue.  And a delicious au jus to join it.  Boil  few potatoes, mash up with my instant garlic potatoe powder (thanks Peewee for buying me that, use it all the time), and cook some veggies and you have a great meal in less that 20 minutes.  And if you are only 1 or 2 people, you'll have plenty of meat for Roast Beef Sandwhiches the next morning.  Maple Leaf makes a good beef in gravy but I like the Lou's for the au jus.  It's lighter and more flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not really a turkey lover but since it's so good for you, I try to find ways to sneak it in every once in a while.  So I found another 10 minute meat.  Maple Leaf's Turkey Breast in Sundried Tomato and Oregano Sauce.  Yes, it is a decadent as it sounds.  And it's a big honking Turkey Breast.  You could easily cut this thing up for 4 people and it's only $4.97 at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meat dinners are huge in the stores right now but if you look at the ingredients on the packages, they really are not as bad as you would think.  They are not as loaded with preservatives as I thought they would.  Any fresh meat is always better but if you can't spend hours roasting a beef yourself during the week, you can rest assured that these will do the trick, just make sure you serve it with some healthy goodies like veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final discovery for the past little while.  I have officially found the best frozen perogies.  Okay, so you can really only eat perogies on days when you're not worried about calorie intake, but every good Ukranian needs perogies occassionally to keep our Ukranian blood flowing.  It's a requirement.  And they are versatile.  But, as anyone who has made them knows, it's not practical to make perogies at home all the time.  So to get our fix, we try to find good frozen perogies, which isn't always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, again a Walmart invention, I haven't seen them anywhere else yet, there is a brand that truly takes the cake.  Cheemo Perogies.  They come in 2kg bags for $3.97 (not bad if you ask me) and they are extremely flexible for cooking.  Stuffed to the brim, they boil very well for your traditional butter and onions meal, they fry perfectly, and for a special treat, wrap them with butter and margarine in tinfoil and bbq them.  Mmmm, yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, so new food ideas for you all (unless you've already tried these or don't have a walmart to buy them at).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5852417925727243894?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5852417925727243894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5852417925727243894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5852417925727243894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5852417925727243894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-foods-gotta-try-it.html' title='New foods, gotta try it!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6811790920815220633</id><published>2007-09-14T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:03:46.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Jingle, again...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think we've left the birthday wishes up long enough, I'm sure my father has seen it by now, so now, back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jingle has a new thing for sleeping lately.  It appears that the bed is just now enough for her for sleeping.  Now, she has decided that she needs to sleep on the pillow.  It's quite cute actually, and quite nice to wake up with her adorable face and loving eyes right in my face (unless she's facing the other way, then I wake up really quickly).  Only problem... the pillow is starting to get a permanent groove in it that I can't seem to fluff out, and now I need to wash my sheets every day or so.  It was fine when it was just me on the sheets, I don't shed much, but now, after a day, I have one very furry pillowcase and some slightly ruffled sheets.  There goes my hydro bill.  Cold Water Tide, here we come, save the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, its actually quite cute, but before, I at least had hope that Jingle would settle for sleeping between me and my yet-unmet-future-husband.  Now that she needs a whole pillow to herself, I'm either going to need a Kingsize bed with lots of pillows, or I'm going to be sleeping alone for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me the other day, "why did you ever let her on the bed, now she'll never leave and she'll control the bed".  Well, to that person, all I can say is, even though I may gripe a little about Jingle's control over the bed, I couldn't imagine it any other way.  It just wouldn't be the same if she slept in the living room all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my new little Jingle thing.  Man, do I love that cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6811790920815220633?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6811790920815220633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6811790920815220633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6811790920815220633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6811790920815220633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/jingle-again.html' title='Jingle, again...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3934879964777310811</id><published>2007-09-03T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:39:54.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Granpa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/152&amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Birthday!" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/152p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/152&amp;amp;partner=ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mommy has gone to bed and I finally get another chance to write my own blog. Today was grandpa's (mommy's Dad's) birthday! I got a chance to wish him a happy birthday on the phone yesterday as mommy called him, but I wanted to officially put it in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy birthday Grandpa, I hope Holly and Peewee spoiled you on your special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to many more birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;And mommy loves you too, but she's asleep right now and can't say that for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3934879964777310811?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3934879964777310811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3934879964777310811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3934879964777310811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3934879964777310811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-granpa.html' title='Happy Birthday to Granpa!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7818251347416200320</id><published>2007-09-03T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:40:54.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Wishlist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtuNzXrsNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/eyOYSY_qxbI/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105830516224702226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtuNzXrsNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/eyOYSY_qxbI/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many many people are trying to come to terms with the expected release date of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on DVD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The date has been announced, revoked, announced again and then completely unknown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As our pals at Wonderday.ca announced in one of their &lt;a href="http://www.wonderday.ca/2007/08/26/order-of-the-phoenix-dvd-due-for-release-november-12/#respond"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;, the newest rumour is that the release will be November 12th of this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm only going to say one thing about this: If this is true, and this is the release date, it's awfully close to a certain bloggers birthday. HINT, HINT, HINT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if anyone doesn't understand that, or get the hint, then I give up and no one really knows me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7818251347416200320?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7818251347416200320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7818251347416200320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7818251347416200320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7818251347416200320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/09/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtuNzXrsNxI/AAAAAAAAADc/eyOYSY_qxbI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5617075125888771497</id><published>2007-08-30T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:58:50.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Jingle has a crush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtcvXHrsNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/2qnZODtn-5Y/s1600-h/th-136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104600776893544194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtcvXHrsNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/2qnZODtn-5Y/s320/th-136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appears that CGI technology in movies has become too real as Jingle now officially has a crush on CGI movie character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided that it would be nice to watch a no brainer movie and decided on the new release, &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0455499/"&gt;Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties&lt;/a&gt;. The movie itself is cute enough. Cheesy, but cute. With Garfield being the only CGI character and all other humans and animals being real, it's fun to watch the cat's antics. And I've always liked the big orange cat. Well, Jingle was completely captivated by the movie and everytime Garfield appeared onscreen, Jingle would meow. Paw the screen and roll over on her belly. And she only did this for Garfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can only assume, that my little girl is growing up, and has a crush. Ain't that cute....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if the real Garfield is out there somewhere reading this, I think I have a fan over here that would love to meet you! Bring Odie if you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5617075125888771497?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5617075125888771497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5617075125888771497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5617075125888771497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5617075125888771497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/jingle-has-crush.html' title='Jingle has a crush!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtcvXHrsNwI/AAAAAAAAADU/2qnZODtn-5Y/s72-c/th-136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8177929703981854387</id><published>2007-08-30T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:35:23.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Catnip marinated Watermelon Gum anyone?</title><content type='html'>Mmm, sounds yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! You guessed it, Jingle is at it again! So I've been working some long hours lately (well, longer than normal) and it appears my little girl is getting restless having her mommy gone for so long. So after a day in Windsor, with four hours of driving, dinner being a few hours late and totally wiped out from the 35 degree day, I come home to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtZGCXrsNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_PeV_MvkZQ/s1600-h/SSA50604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104344234201986802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtZGCXrsNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_PeV_MvkZQ/s320/SSA50604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that look delicious! So what do we have here in Jingle's infamous water bowl? Well, a pink tennis ball with a bell inside, a pink catnip mouse which started to disolve in the water, and a full pack of Excel Fuse watermelon gum. Yummy. And just in case any of you are thinking of a home experiment, let me just tell you now that those crazy packs of gum are not water proof. So I wound up with 12 pieces of soggy catnip infused gum, which promptly went in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely at my wits end now. I just cannot figure out the fascination she has with putting 'stuff' in her water bowl! Is it constant accidents? She just happens to loose grip on her toys as she walks past her water? Does she just like playing in water? What is it!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw the gum out, put the toys on the counter to dry, clean the water bowl, fill it with fresh cold water, go to the bedroom to change and come back out to the ball and mouse promptly back in the water bowl. Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after repeating the above steps again (minus the gum removal) I called Jingle's grandmother in complete frustration to request help. Her suggestion? Leave some water in the bathtub and put some toys in it. If she just likes to play with toys in water, maybe she'll leave her water alone then! So, I will sadly try this, and see if it makes any difference. So if you come and visit and use the bathroom, don't bother asking why there are cat toys in the bathtub, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8177929703981854387?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8177929703981854387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8177929703981854387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8177929703981854387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8177929703981854387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/catnip-marinated-watermelon-gum-anyone.html' title='Catnip marinated Watermelon Gum anyone?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RtZGCXrsNvI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_PeV_MvkZQ/s72-c/SSA50604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1255903606803842789</id><published>2007-08-20T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:09:50.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>I've been told... yeesh!</title><content type='html'>Believe or don't believe me but I swear this 100% true.  I told you already of Jingle's weekend antics and I let it be known that she was bad.  Apparently Jingle didn't appreciate that because I came home to a pretty clear message from her today.  Very amused, slightly terrified, and loving my cat more then ever, she found a way to get her point across.  I've been slowly reading "Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul" since Christmas.  Reading a story here and there.  I keep the book on my nightstand.  I came home today to find the book on the floor and open to a page.  At first I thought "she's at it again" but as I picked up the book I noticed the page it was open to.  A story I hadn't read yet.  I'm going to share it with and you tell me if it's coincidence or not.  I'm thinking not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;The Cat's Bill of Rights by Michael Ruemmler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I am the cat, and I have certain inalienable rights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to walk over your face anytime I wish, day or night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to observe and comment on any and all bathroom behavior.  Further, I have the right to be highly offended by any closed door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to smell your shoes to determine if you have been fraternizing or cavorting or frolicking with any highly questionable animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to assist in any food preparation, cooking, cleaning or eating event that may occur in the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to wake you at three in the morning if I find my food dish is not to my satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to tip over any water container I deem unsuitable for consumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to curse at squirrels and birds that may dare pass my windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to inspect any grocery items that come into my home.  Further, I have the right to inhabit any paper bag or cardboard box that you bring home for as long as I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to nap at any time and place I darn well please, without the distraction of being called or moved just because you want to sit down, wash your hands or use your computer keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to sleep on top of any appliance that is warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to assist in any changing of bed linens and to chase the phantom creatures that hide beneath the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to look aloof when scolded for mistaking your toes for on those pesky phantom creatures that hide beneath the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to kill paper towel rolls that otherwise might sneak up on at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I have the right to your complete attention anytime you sit down to read or work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And, finally, I have the right to be loved, petted, pampered and entertained, for, as you know, the best things in life... purr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And, should you err in your ways, I will graciously forgive.  After all, you are only human, but I love you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Signed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;The Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, I've been told.  Freaky or what.  I actually feel guilty now for trying to scold Jingle!  I think my cat is smarter than me.  Any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1255903606803842789?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1255903606803842789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1255903606803842789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1255903606803842789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1255903606803842789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-told-yeesh.html' title='I&apos;ve been told... yeesh!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8147093714175694183</id><published>2007-08-20T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:03:18.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>That little stinker....</title><content type='html'>Okay, this actually happened Friday night and Saturday but I figured I better take some time to relax before I told you about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little stinker of a roommate, yes Jingle, decided on Friday night, in the middle of the night, that after successfully soaking her furball in her water for a while, she was going to bring the dripping toy onto the bed and drop it on mommy's face.  FREAKIN' HEART ATTACK!!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="45" alt="Scared 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_25.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sopping wet furry ball, in your face, in the middle of the night, in a deep sleep.  Nice....  And even after throwing the ball on the floor many times afterwards, she kept bringing it back up on the bed so that my morning, I had many little wet spots on my bed.   Lovely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the antics didn't stop there!  On Saturday I went to have a picnic with my grandparents.  I left my purse at home, and just grabbed my wallet.  In my purse was my very expensive bluetooth headset.  I come home and my very expensive bluetooth headset is in Jingle's water bowl.  So that means that she dug into my purse, found the device, pulled it out (which could not have been easy) then carry it across the kitchen to her water bowl.  Smart cat.  Thankfully after its swim the device is working properly but Jingle is still grounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what my parents went through?  Sweet innocent kids one day, little pains the next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8147093714175694183?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8147093714175694183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8147093714175694183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8147093714175694183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8147093714175694183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-little-stinker.html' title='That little stinker....'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4544937736945941573</id><published>2007-08-17T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:33:39.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wrapping Presents with a Cat</title><content type='html'>I got this email from my uncle Denis and laughed like crazy. The whole time I was reading I was thinking "that's my Jingle" but more so, this is such a Peewee thing to do. I can vouch for this as Peewee and Holly were my houseguests during the Christmas Season last year, the time when we all do the most wrapping at once. My wrapping paper will never be the same. So enjoy everyone, and remember your little furballs as you read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping Presents with a Cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clear large space on table for wrapping present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to closet and collect bag in which present is contained, and shut door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Open door and remove cat from closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to cupboard and retrieve rolls of wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go back and remove cat from cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to drawer, and collect transparent sticky tape, ribbons, scissors, labels, etc. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lay out presents and wrapping materials on table, to enable wrapping strategy to be formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go back to drawer to get string, remove cat that has been in the drawer since last visit and collect string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remove present from bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Remove cat from bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Open box to check present, remove cat from box, replace present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Lay out paper to enable cutting to size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Try and smooth out paper, realize cat is underneath and remove cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cut the paper to size, keeping the cutting line straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Throw away first sheet as cat chased the scissors, and tore the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Cut second sheet of paper to size - by putting cat in the bag the present came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Place present on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Lift up edges of paper to seal in present. Wonder why edges don't reach. Realize cat is between present and paper. Remove cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Place object on paper, to hold in place while tearing transparent sticky tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Spend 20 minutes carefully trying to remove transparent sticky tape from cat with pair of nail scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Seal paper with sticky tape, making corners as neat as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Look for roll of ribbon. Chase cat down hall in order to retrieve ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Try to wrap present with ribbon in a two-directional turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Re-roll ribbon and remove paper, which is now torn due to cat's enthusiastic ribbon chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Repeat steps 17-24 until you reach last sheet of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Decide to skip steps 17-21 in order to save time and reduce risk of losing last sheet of paper. Retrieve old cardboard box that is the right size for sheet of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Put present in box, and tie down with string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Remove string, open box and remove cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Put all packing materials in bag with present and head for locked room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Once inside lockable room, lock door and start to relay out paper and materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Remove cat from box, unlock door, put cat outside door, close and relock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Repeat previous step as often as is necessary (until you can hear cat from outside door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Lay out last sheet of paper. (This will be difficult in the small area of the toilet, but do your best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Discover cat has already torn paper. Unlock door go out and hunt through various cupboards, looking for sheet of last year's paper. Remember that you haven't got any left because cat helped with this last year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Return to lockable room, lock door, and sit on toilet and try to make torn sheet of paper look presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Seal box, wrap with paper and repair by very carefully sealing with sticky tape. Tie up with ribbon and decorate with bows to hide worst areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Label. Sit back and admire your handiwork, congratulate yourself on completing a difficult job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Unlock door, and go to kitchen to make drink and feed cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Spend 15 minutes looking for cat until coming to obvious conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Unwrap present, untie box and remove cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Go to store and buy a gift bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="110" alt="Kitty 5" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_23_19.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4544937736945941573?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4544937736945941573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4544937736945941573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4544937736945941573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4544937736945941573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/wrapping-presents-with-cat.html' title='Wrapping Presents with a Cat'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3180642248407050714</id><published>2007-08-16T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:26:17.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Fridge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Chantelle did a post on her blog showcasing her &lt;a href="http://sixthandelm.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-whats-on-your-fridge.html"&gt;fridge&lt;/a&gt; and invited others do the same. First of all, I want to vouch for Chantelle in confirming that her fridge really is that organized, she didn't alter anything for her post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am finally getting a chance to respond and show my totally non-interesting fridge to you all. I would have done this sooner but in my computer and blogging ignorance, I first had to figure out if I had a program to edit photos, then had to figure out how to edit photos. They don't look as cool as Chantelle's wonderful photo editing, but in my defence, I'm not a photographer like her and Adam, I'm not married to a web designer who gets paid to work with photos online, and I'm a complete goof when it comes to things like this. So forgive the basic appearance and hopefully, enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being quite as organized on my fridge as Chantelle and Adam, my content spans to the side of fridge also so let's start there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RsTvaHrsNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/czdUU_co1Nw/s1600-h/Side+Fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099463910108182226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RsTvaHrsNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/czdUU_co1Nw/s320/Side+Fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Certificate for Adam's Web Design services that I won at their Stag &amp; Doe last year. I was promised that I could exchange it for a photo session with Jingle since I no longer need a website so I keep it there to remind myself to bug Adam about it (Sorry Adam).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ticket for the Lion's club car raffle that my Grandfather bought me. The draw was three months ago, I didn't win, and I also have my parent's ticket there too. I keep forgetting to give it to them. Not really sure why they are still there actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Brochure and magnet for Body Dynamics, Sarah Zadorsky's Massage Therapy business. I keep the brochure up as a wish list for future visits (she's really incredible!!) and the magnet so I can easily rattle the number off to others or have guests see it and hopefully call her. That's me, always networking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Take out menu for my favorite Chinese food place. I soooo love Paul and Yu's!!! Almond Soo Guy all the way baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Notice on recycling rules in building. This was sitting on the counter the day I moved in. I don't think I've ever read it and also don't really know why I have it on my fridge. Maybe I should just throw that one out, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Checklist for available "Company's Coming" Cookbooks. Again, don't really know why it's there, or why I bothered to even start checking it off. I really could care less about it. But it's there nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my very random magnets are holding everything up. There's everything from a Cactus to wolves to E.T. to a dog that's looks like Taco (our family dog as kids) up there. There was also a beer stein magnet that mysteriously disappeared a few weeks ago.  I can't imagine using anything else because they all came from Mom when I first moved out. She cleaned off all the magnets from her fridge and sent them down to St. Catharines saying that "everyone needs magnets on their fridge". And even though most are chipped from Jingle pawing them off and they don't match anything at all, I just can't imagine using anything else. I'm a sentimental sap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, the front of the fridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RsTyW3rsNuI/AAAAAAAAADE/BVzhzO6B1P4/s1600-h/Fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099467152808490722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RsTyW3rsNuI/AAAAAAAAADE/BVzhzO6B1P4/s320/Fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1-800-you-got-junk magnetic pen that I keep handy for grocery lists.  I love that pen.  And so does Jingle as it is often found under the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Grocery list pad that resembles Jingle.  I got the pad from Melissa almost two years ago and it's still got a lot of paper on it.  I will be so sad when it runs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Random magnetic from Mom that somehow got on the front of the fridge (must have walked over from the side of the fridge).  I haven't figured out yet what is missing because that magnet was holding something in place but Chantelle's rules were to not alter anything on the fridge so there it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Picture card from my Cousins wedding in 2006.  The wedding was the same time as Chantelle and Adam's and I just received the beautiful picture so it will be showcased for a while until it goes in an album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sixth and Elm magnets!!!!!  I'll admit that I never actually reference the calender magnet but it's so freakin' cool that it's staying right where it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whiteboard magnet for jotting reminders.  I got this from a client, they advertise with them.  It's a handy little thing but for the last five months it has said "Sat - 1pm".  It's in my hand writing but I have no clue what Saturday it was supposed to be for or what was to happen at 1pm.  I decided not to erase it in case I remembered so it hasn't been used for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  JINGLE PICTURES!!!  Lots and lots of Jingle pics.  From Polaroids to my favorite picture that Chantelle took.  It's just great to look at them everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sixth and Elm original creation magnets (plug to Chantelle).  Following in Mom's footsteps of providing magnets to a first time apartment dweller, Chantelle made me a set of my very own magnets and I love them.  They are these adorable tiles with inspirational words on them and my favorite of them all is holding my favorite Jingle picture.  Great story really.  Chantelle was trying to think of words for the magnets and had one left.  Out of ideas, she turned to her friend Colin who was visiting (and is one of the funniest people I know, just love that guy) and said "Colin, I need an encouraging word..."  He shrugs and says, "I don't know... 'duck'!".  And low and behold, along with "Love", "See", "Laugh" and "Fly" I have a "Duck" magnet.  It's the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items not shown: Anything that Jingle has knocked off the fridge, from notices to menus to magnets that I either can't find or didn't notice missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my wacky fridge you all!  Enjoy and let Chantelle and I know if you decide to join the craziness on your own website!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3180642248407050714?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3180642248407050714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3180642248407050714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3180642248407050714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3180642248407050714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fridge.html' title='My Fridge!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RsTvaHrsNtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/czdUU_co1Nw/s72-c/Side+Fridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1677731087540945498</id><published>2007-08-14T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:06:12.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I think she's obsessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_10.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh boy, what to do now.  She's obsessed, I know she is!  And if I can't do anything about it, I won't get the attention I so rightly deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should explain.  You see, mommy finally got the last audio book for Harry Potter so she now has the whole collection in the books and audio books.  She also has all the movies that are out too and their soundtracks.  Now don't get me wrong, I like the stories and the movies.  For a long time, I made mommy watch the movies everynight while she tried to fall asleep.  But sometimes you just need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that she has her collection complete, I am constantly hearing a man read the stories through the stereo.  And often, Mommy has the book out and is following along!  She listened to the Deathly Hallows twice through before she started again from book one and is working her way up.  She listens to the book, reads along, then watches the movie!  She even takes the audio books with her and listens to them in her car while she runs around the city.  And if it's not the books, it's the movie soundtracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get a lot of attention.  She lets me curl up on her stomach while she listens and I get scratches, hugs and kisses.  But I'm worried that if she doesn't cure this obsession soon, I may be forgotten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to amuse myself! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 4" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_19.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb114_ZNxmk121MGCA&amp;utm_id=7922" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb114&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk121MGCA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1677731087540945498?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1677731087540945498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1677731087540945498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1677731087540945498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1677731087540945498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-shes-obsessed.html' title='I think she&apos;s obsessed!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6757032896778407963</id><published>2007-08-07T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:50:13.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Why I love my mommy...</title><content type='html'>So I thought it was time to write a blog again because I haven't blogged much lately.  Well, mainly because it's mommy that goes out and does things, I am just a cat afterall.  New exciting things don't happen everyday for me, but that's how I like it.  Just me and mom in our quiet lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a great weekend, mommy worked at home a lot but we still had plenty of time to relax together and bond.  As you can see from the fact that our movie list grew by about 10 this weekend, knocking the movies we just saw two days ago off the list.  But that's what we like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, why I love my mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mushy reasons exist of course, but I think one of the greatest things is that with mommy, I can do no wrong.  And today, I thought I would just really test my limits earning me a whole bunch of hugs and laughing from mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a 3am toe licking session.  Mommy is sooooo not a morning person so every once in a while I decide to disturbe her sleep with a cold nose in her ear, a nip on her hand, etc.  So at 3am, I started licking her toes.  That was fun.  Whatever dream she was having was totally gone.  So after her mild heart attack and nearly kicking me in the head from shear reflex action, she grabbed me, hugged me, called me a stinker and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 7am, I brought her my favorite toy.  But I thought it would be better if I instead of leaving it beside her, I just dropped it right on her face (hee hee, what a riot).  Another hug and exhausted laugh and she decided it was too early to wake up on a holiday monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:45 I decided that was enough sleeping (who cares if we stayed up until 2am watching movies, I can sleep all day if I want) so I just sat in the doorway and cried like something was wrong until mommy woke up startled and came running out of the bedroom.  After looking around to see what happened to cause me to cry so loud and seeing nothing out of place, she flopped on the couch and I immediately jumped up for a rub.  Clueing in, mommy again laughed, ruffled my fur and hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, any normal human would be furious by now over these antics and any normal cat would be in deep doo doo, but not me, and not my mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day rolls on and mommy decides to check her email.  Wanting attention from her and not caring about her mail, I decide to jump up on her lap and proceed to drop myself on her computer.  Aparently that was a bad idea because pressing all the keys at once caused something crazy to happen and it froze the whole computer up.  It took an hour for some scan thingy to run when she restarted it.  But, I wasn't in trouble, she just pulled the "stinker" comment out and hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then she decided that it was time to relax and watch tv.  So I proceed to use mommy as a cushion to watch tv with her.  Since she wasn't petting me enough, I decided to climb up on her chest and put my nose to hers until I was satisfied and causing her to not be able to see the television.  Again, a laugh from mommy and a great hug.  Then she had to run to the washroom but I wasn't done getting a rub so I followed her and was right up on her lap.  Then back to the couch for more rubs.   And finally, to bed, where it's now common practice for mommy not to be able to go to sleep until I get enough love from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I'm spoiled and I know it.  I can do anything to command attention from mommy whenever I want it and never get into trouble.  And that's one of the many reasons why I love mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!  *Meow* &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="110" alt="Kitty 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_23_15.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6757032896778407963?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6757032896778407963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6757032896778407963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6757032896778407963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6757032896778407963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-i-love-my-mommy.html' title='Why I love my mommy...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5487306765876397415</id><published>2007-08-06T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:08:07.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>My Weekly Television Plug</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I seem to plug a television show each week but it seems that every week there is one show that just blows my mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, like many, Canadian Idol blew my mind. I don't recall either the Canadian Idol or American Idol shows ever paying tribute to one of the most legendary rock bands of the world before but these week, Canadian Idol performed the songs of the incomparable Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that I'm a Queen fan. I think every is to some extent, even if it's just to shout "We Will Rock You" at an opposing sports team. We all are moved by Queen somehow. But I actually own Cd's, I always have their greatest hits on my MP3 player, and I still remember crying in 1991 when I heard that Freddie Mercury died. I even own the orchestral score for Bohemian Rhapsody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tonight, Canada's youngest, brightest up an comers performed a whole night of tribute to one of the greatest British rock bands of all time and let me tell, it blew me away. And this week, it seemed the guys completely outshone the gals. The girls did great job, but the guys just seemed to have some little extra umph (with the exception of Carly Rae who just is in her own little amazing world each week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's my plug, now I shall fall asleep with visions of bicycles and fat bottomed girls in my head... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5487306765876397415?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5487306765876397415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5487306765876397415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5487306765876397415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5487306765876397415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-weekly-television-plug.html' title='My Weekly Television Plug'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8196607819644321186</id><published>2007-08-01T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:08:34.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>I never really noticed before!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RrfwOrVzIHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RYfT8vxIryQ/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095805638335996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RrfwOrVzIHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RYfT8vxIryQ/s200/image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately an artist by the name of &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005040/"&gt;Enrique Iglesias &lt;/a&gt;had been appearing on a number of shows performing and promoting his new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He performed on So You Think You Can Dance, and last night on Canadian Idol, just to name a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while watching him both times it slowly became clear to me that the man is actually really talented and I quite enjoy his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not insulting Enrique at all, don't miss understand me. I just simply never bothered to listen to his music and really decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I think I just found another artist to add to my list of tops. And his new single "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/music/clipserve/B000Q364M4001004/1/ref=mu_sam_ra001_004/701-4737559-1477167"&gt;Somebody's Me&lt;/a&gt;" is really great too (although not as good as Bon Jovi's "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/music/clipserve/B000P2A24W001003/1/ref=mu_sam_ra001_003/701-4737559-1477167"&gt;Make A Memory&lt;/a&gt;").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8196607819644321186?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8196607819644321186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8196607819644321186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8196607819644321186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8196607819644321186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-never-really-noticed-before.html' title='I never really noticed before!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RrfwOrVzIHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RYfT8vxIryQ/s72-c/image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5106672676645758829</id><published>2007-08-01T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:27:49.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What Mommy doesn't know...</title><content type='html'>Okay you all, shhhh, don't mention this to Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that she thinks so highly of me but the way she boasts, really!  I just need to set the record straight with you all, but let Mommy have her glory, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is partially right in the fact that I don't get into a whole lot when she's not here because it's more fun to have her watch me and giggle and laugh and try to scold but just laugh more.  She thinks it's so cute and it is not as fun when no one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that if I did something wrong in front of her, she usually just thinks it's cute and that's that.  If I did the same thing while she was gone, she'd be pretty mad when she got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here is my little secret.  You know Uncle Chuki?  From Toronto?  Well, he spends hours upon hours watching my Aunty Chantelle make crafts and trinkets and things like that and while watching her, has figured out a lot about basic repair.   I have broken things here and there but Uncle Chuki talked me through the fixes and repairs and so far, everything is holding up well and obviously Mommy hasn't noticed that they were broken.  Oh, and no one pick up her Gollum statue if you visit, it may crumble in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, I'm not puuuurfect.  I'm a curious, young, energetic cat, who like all kids, sometimes does something bad and tries to hide it from their parent(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's not all that different then a story Mommy once told me about her and her sister, a little argument, a foot in some drywall and about a gallon of putty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5106672676645758829?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5106672676645758829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5106672676645758829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5106672676645758829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5106672676645758829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-mommy-doesnt-know.html' title='What Mommy doesn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6636759024819068634</id><published>2007-08-01T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:15:50.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Why I trust my cat</title><content type='html'>So, you see, there are reasons why I don't worry about Jingle being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, my family is thinking "what are you talking about?!  You go nuts everytime you leave her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is true, but it's not because I don't trust her.  I just can't stand to be away from her.  I'd never leave the house if I didn't have to because I love how she is just always there, always loving, always cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, my point.  I had a point, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really crazy lately.  Work is long hours (mostly because some of the others are on holidays so I have some covering to do, and July is bad because of quarterly reports needed) and it's meant late nights, an average of 4 hours sleep each night for the past two weeks and a good dose of stress.  Not complaining!!!! It's temporary!  This business always has those periods and it happens about every three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm slowly loosing my mind a little and last night I finally got to sleep at about 2:30am and had to leave the house at 7am to get to Windsor.  I wasn't thinking last night or this morning and when I came home, I realized that I not only left the patio door open all night and all day (don't worry, I'm on the 11th floor, not like someone is going to get in) but I also left a glass of water on the table, my half eaten dinner on the counter along with the rest of the supper dishes, piles of papers loose in the office and living room and an unmade bed with fresh clothes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a slob, I was working and these things were at the back of my mind.  Never got to them before exhaustion hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a full day on her own, with an abundance of things to get into (or out of in the case of the patio door), guess what my little girl got into today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip, Zero, Natta!!!  If I'm home working Jingle will consider every paper pile a toy but if I'm not here to watch her, she won't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to push or pull things off the coffee table in front of me, including glasses of water sometimes, but when I leave, everything stays the way I left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leave food out (accidentally leave it out, again, not a slob) and she will not touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leave clean clothes on the bed and she just simply sleeps around them and doesn't touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she does play with is her own toys, her own water, her own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have absolutely no reason to not trust my cat.  I don't know for sure if she only does the kitten thing when I'm around for attention or because she just believes that it's okay as long as I'm here, I just know that my belongings are always safe when I'm not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, Jingle has never hurt, damaged or destroyed anything I own, ever, while I'm away since the day I brought her home.  Gee, she really is a great cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6636759024819068634?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6636759024819068634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6636759024819068634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6636759024819068634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6636759024819068634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-i-trust-my-cat.html' title='Why I trust my cat'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-9114809541547409697</id><published>2007-08-01T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:55:09.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Bixby does it again!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so admittedly, on Monday night, Jaydee Bixby didn't actually do that great of a performance on Canadian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he sang well enough and I really liked how he put his classic country vibe into a 90's rock song but I sort of agree with the judges that he kind of missed the point of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite the fact that he sang a song written about a bad breakup, he had that infectious smile on his face the whole time and once he starts twanging, the giggles start up again too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah to Jaydee, you made me laugh and smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honorable mentions to the idols that truly rock the house each week, the ones I'm sure will make it to the end, Brian Melo, Greg Neufeld, and Carly Rae Jepsen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-9114809541547409697?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/9114809541547409697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=9114809541547409697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/9114809541547409697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/9114809541547409697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/bixby-does-it-again.html' title='Bixby does it again!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2854082644862141723</id><published>2007-08-01T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:50:27.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>A new addiction...</title><content type='html'>It's been so busy lately with work and I had the pleasure of Mom and Dad visiting this weekend so I'm a few days behind in posting.  However, despite being so busy, I am still finding time each week for my new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new game show on TV.  It's so incredibly cheesy yet I find I can't help but watch and play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "Spelling Bee" hosted by 'N Sync's Joey Fatone.  It's a game show where you basically have to sing the rest of the words of a song.  But of course, it's all the best songs ever.  So it's a half hour of great music, contestants that may or may not be able to sing and a feeling of just singing along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my new addiction.  Maybe I need to blame this addiction on Dad for getting Chantelle and I so involved in Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2854082644862141723?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2854082644862141723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2854082644862141723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2854082644862141723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2854082644862141723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-addiction.html' title='A new addiction...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2084188488095582562</id><published>2007-07-26T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:11:46.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><title type='text'>What really happened 19 years later?</title><content type='html'>As many have now said, the final epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was slightly vague.  It was great to find out roughly what happened but there will still so many questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent interview, JK Rowling answered more questions about the future of our favorites.  Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19959323/"&gt;MSNBC.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, there are obvious spoilers on this site, but if you read the book, you'll get some more answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2084188488095582562?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2084188488095582562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2084188488095582562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2084188488095582562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2084188488095582562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-really-happened-19-years-later.html' title='What really happened 19 years later?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3547378090853157134</id><published>2007-07-26T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:02:46.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What I do when I can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>Which is often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?  Well, what most people do I think, randomly surf the net!  And sometimes I find some pretty cool things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow tonight my brain took me to the Much Music web page (which is odd because I really don't care music videos and don't watch any of the shows).  But once I got there and little light bulb went off and I said, "Oh, right, my brother works there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a whim, I decide to search the site for Adam's name and lo and behold, a link came up!  On an article about the VJ Search show, Adam is listed in the credits.  Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com/events/vjsearch06/show/about.asp"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself.  You'll find in near the end of the Article with the listing of credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Adam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3547378090853157134?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3547378090853157134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3547378090853157134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3547378090853157134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3547378090853157134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-do-when-i-cant-sleep.html' title='What I do when I can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8862935331364756283</id><published>2007-07-24T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:56:55.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>My least favorite part of Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>Okay, well it was the only one part of 607 pages I didn't like so overall... effing awesome book!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the plot twist I didn't like involved the "beloved" Snape. I really don't like Snape and after the 6th book all my senses were screaming "He's evil, he's evil" yet one lone little voice was saying that Dumbledore must have trusted him for a reason, he had to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found out he was good (so to speak). But the secret that carried for 7 books? Why did Snape follow Dumbledore, not You-Know-Who (I'm not afraid to say the name but apparently the name is jinked and I really don't want a living room full of death eaters, so deal)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape was in love with Lily Potter!!! And they were friends!? I was so into the book, couldn't put it down for nearly 26 straight hours, but when I got to this part and slowly realized what was coming, a little burning bit of bile started to rise in my throat and I had to fight not to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape is so mean, so yucky, that I just can't imagine this at all, it just turns my stomach, YEACK!! I think the intention was not only to explain Snapes allegiance to Dumbledore but to maybe give us a sense of pity while on his death bed. Nuh, uh, no way! I just can't do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from this one, completely grotesque part of the book (which was very important, just yucky) the book overall was amazing. I liked how J.K. Rowling seemed to surpass all expectations, created the ultimate twist (which I'll talk about later) and even gave a brief glimpse into the future. Even though I gladly would have given up my fight for Ewan McGregor to marry Harry Potter, I was glad to see him have a happy life with Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how Rowling jumped into a more mature book. Not only was it the darkest yet in story, but she ventured into more descriptive battles where you could actually cringe, the main characters (mostly Ron) now 17 say "effing" many times where before, it was just simply stated that they swore. And as my eloquent sister pointed out on her blog, the ultimate laugh of tiny, timid Mrs. Weasley fighting a brutal Belatrix Lestrange yelling "Not my daughter, you bitch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without guidance, this final installment certainly isn't meant for young children.  However, Harry Potter as a whole is meant for everyone.  Find me a child that hasn't heard their parents swear.  Find me a child that hasn't sworn actually.  And kids know about fighting, death, good and evil, all to some extent.  But this particular book is probably best read together as a family, just in case your kids want something explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, jump in, have a ball, we'll talk more later about it, and make sure you have a barf bucket handy for the one part and a box of Kleenex for 3, no wait, 5, uhhh... Jingle, how many times did I cry?  Oh, right, 7 times I teared up bad, and one I bawled like a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8862935331364756283?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8862935331364756283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8862935331364756283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8862935331364756283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8862935331364756283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-least-favorite-part-of-deathly.html' title='My least favorite part of Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2762884350022490115</id><published>2007-07-22T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:01:31.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="Toilet Reading" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_4_6.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This space is reserved. The marathon is over, we've read cover to cover and we barely slept last night.  Partly because it was soooo hard to put the book down, partly because I kept replaying everything I just read in my head while trying to sleep, and mostly because I sadly set my alarm for early so that Jingle and I could get back to reading asap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally intend to comment on my feelings towards the book and discuss it, probably in a few posts actually, but currently my brother and sister are reading the book and about halfway through and I promised them I wouldn't post anything until they were done in case I spoiled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you, read fast if you don't want to know because I'm posting as soon as Chantelle and Adam finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go read it again, think I can finish before they do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2762884350022490115?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2762884350022490115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2762884350022490115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2762884350022490115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2762884350022490115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7829529241449350640</id><published>2007-07-21T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:27:48.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><title type='text'>I'm not in, leave a message please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RqIzdbVzIEI/AAAAAAAAACc/zlvxRq6HP-I/s1600-h/ProductImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089687109530492994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RqIzdbVzIEI/AAAAAAAAACc/zlvxRq6HP-I/s200/ProductImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what you'll hear if you try to call me, or email me, or anything really all weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Santa just delivered my copy of the final Harry Potter book. That's not figurative either, it really was Santa. Big guy, round tummy, white beard, rosy cheeks and jolly smile. Kinda freaky! Santa in a Canada Post uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all my work is shoved in a corner, screw it, I can do it Monday. Jingle is curled up on the couch waiting, and we're going to dive in and not come up for air until the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you may not get me all weekend but leave a message, and when we recover from the excitement, we'll get back to you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go Jingle!!!!  And don't forget to order the Pizza either, I'm not stopping to make dinner today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7829529241449350640?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7829529241449350640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7829529241449350640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7829529241449350640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7829529241449350640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-in-leave-message-please.html' title='I&apos;m not in, leave a message please!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RqIzdbVzIEI/AAAAAAAAACc/zlvxRq6HP-I/s72-c/ProductImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5641752882166523528</id><published>2007-07-20T16:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:32:23.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Long Way Down</title><content type='html'>The boys are at it again, and this time the adventure looks better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you by now should know that some day I'll marry Ewan McGregor. Because of this, I regularly update myself on what's happening with him and what projects are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a big fan of the television series, Long Way Round, which was a documentary on Ewan McGregor and his best mate Charlie Boorman literally riding around the world on motor bikes. They used the opportunity to raise money for Unicef worldwide and the television series was absolutely captivating. It not only showcased our incredible world and the beauty of it, but also the people of countless countries. They didn't hide anything from the cameras, including their concerns, troubles, tears, and mostly, joys and triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now the boys are at it again, and like last time, it's a fundraiser for Unicef. Reconnecting with their trusty BMW's that got them across every terrain imaginable in Long Way Round, this time in &lt;a href="http://www.longwaydown.com/"&gt;Long Way Down &lt;/a&gt;the boys are travelling from Ewan's parents home in Scotland to Cape Town, South Africa. They are promising to make many stops on the three month journey to visit towns, see incredible sights and some world wonders, and visit with more people than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the broadcast to come out on this one. Even though I just found out about it, they are currently on day 70 and in Rwanda. The &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/longwaydown/"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt; is offering daily clips and updates on the boys on their site if you want to check it out. And I've already pre-ordered the book, due in January of 2008. Or, you can click the above link and go directly to official website for even more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5641752882166523528?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5641752882166523528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5641752882166523528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5641752882166523528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5641752882166523528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-way-down.html' title='The Long Way Down'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-346496163445379539</id><published>2007-07-17T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:20:42.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><title type='text'>Gotta love free stuff!!!  It'll cheer anyone up!!!</title><content type='html'>So a few months ago, I got an email from Rogers asking me to take an online survey.  I thought it was an odd survey, asking me about favorite magazines, music artists, products etc.  In 8 years with Rogers, I've never done a survey like that before.  It's usually the boring, "how did you like your service?"  But, it's Rogers, they're weird, that's why I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm really not having a good day.  No real reason, we just all have them.  Those days were nothing really seems to go right.  So by now, I'm exhausted, can't take much more and just getting home to eat something and try to avoid anymore work.  I check my mail (the real mail, not email) and I have a strange parcel in my mailbox and two letters from Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get upstairs, open the first letter and its a notice that my High Speed Internet has jumped from 5mb to 7mb in speed at no additional charge.  Cool!  I thought it seemed a little faster lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the second letter and it's a thank you letter for being a great customer and includes a link to a website where I can enter the code found in the letter and gain access to 100's of coupons on local events, stores, and products that I showed interest in when I took the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm cheering up a bit.  Haven't checked out the website yet but I'm thinking something good will come from it.  So on to the strange parcel, I open the parcel and inside is Bon Jovi's new CD, "Lost Highway" that I've been wanting to get and a little note saying "Thank You, from Rogers Wireless".  How incredibly cool is that?!  It also explains why they were listed as one of the potential favorite artists in the survey I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the moral of the story is, no matter how bad a day you're having, something at some point is going to help turn that day around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rogers!  More than happy to be a customer with you guys!  You totally made my day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jingle, lets put some music on!!! (*humming*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-346496163445379539?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/346496163445379539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=346496163445379539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/346496163445379539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/346496163445379539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/gotta-love-free-stuff-itll-cheer-anyone.html' title='Gotta love free stuff!!!  It&apos;ll cheer anyone up!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1581922449916511332</id><published>2007-07-16T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:25:11.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New Website Added to Links</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning out my bookmarks in IE to remove sites I don't visit anymore and organize the sites I love (it's my little OCD thingy) and came across the link for the &lt;a href="http://www.wonderday.ca/"&gt;Wonderday&lt;/a&gt; Website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Wonderday fan, would love to be a member if I ever live in TO but I do get invited to the events and whenever I can make it to TO (which is sadly not often) I join in the fun.  I think that makes me an honorary member, but I'm not sure.  Can anyone confirm this?  Maybe I'm just a crazy fan with connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't checked the website in a long, long time and thought, "Hey, let's kill some time!"  Boy has it changed!  Full blogs, written by the whole Wonderday executive crew, lots of pics and videos, great music, updates on Dumbledore's Army, and tons of upcoming events (which is what they are mostly known for, their incredible social events). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting lost for about two hours tonight in this website and was totally impressed (so much for getting some work done!).  This crew just keeps getting better and better!  Wonderday started as a small group of people that wanted to help young execs in marketing and websites.  It became a huge group of friends, all young professionals, who plan social events to network, socialize, and party hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Adam, has a big part in this website as well.  I believe (correct me if I'm wrong Adam) that with his website design background, he's a big part of the design.  Plus, his amazing photos are often featured, he writes a number of blogs for the site (including a rather large amount of blogs on Harry Potter) and is a member of Dumbledore's Army.  And often, if you look closely, you'll see Chantelle hiding in many of the pics from the social events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the pleasure of meeting some the original Wonderday crew at Chantelle and Adam's wedding last October and immediately fell in love with the guys.  Genuinely nice guys, lots of fun, and completely accepting of anyone and everyone.  Within minutes, I felt like I had known them for years, they were great fun, and I even had a dance with Evan near the end of the night which surprisingly went very well considering we were both pretty far gone.  Somehow we managed not to kill each others toes or wind up in a speaker, pretty amazing feat if you ask me.  I think this easy going, accepting nature of theirs is mostly what makes Wonderday so successful.  You just feel like family with them, total comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the site just keeps getting better and better and the team seems to be constantly growing.  Check out the website for the full scoop.  It's a riot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1581922449916511332?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1581922449916511332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1581922449916511332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1581922449916511332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1581922449916511332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-website-added-to-links.html' title='New Website Added to Links'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6129375256241753366</id><published>2007-07-16T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:36:27.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><title type='text'>The treasure trove of long lost toys!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember learning that you should vacuum under your stove when you clean? I've stuck a broom under there but not a vacuum. I didn't learn that in Home Ec! Oh, wait, I didn't take Home Ec, I took music. Riiiiight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyways, I figured that if I was going to clean up after Jingle's cleanup, I may as well do it right. So out comes the vacuum, and around the tiles I go (it's so much better than a broom and dustpan before you mop). I decided to put the extension on and stick it under the fridge. I was thinking "well, maybe some dustbunnies appeared". All of a sudden a strange noise started coming from my vacuum, I pulled the extension out and found a spring being tortured at the end of the hose, slowly being sucked into the weee, tiny little hole that is my vacuum head. I rescue the spring and return to the dustbunnies. Again a strange noise, this time, a large chunk of blue glass from a custard cup I broke months ago (I thought I got all that when I broke it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to rescue the chunk of glass but idiotically forget to turn the vacuum off first and the second I touch the glass, it goes "whoosh" into my vacuum hose. Frantically turning the vacuum off, I open the canister to see if the glass is in there, or wedged in the hose, slowly cutting through my expensive little Bissell (poor vacuum). To my relief, I see the flash of blue through the pound of dust and cat hair (Jingle, you really need a hair cut girl) and carefully pull it out and throw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to the dust bunnies (most of which are already in the canister). One more pass under the fridge and I find nothing of interest, including dust bunnies. Must have done the job well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to get up and look at the stove. "Hmm, may as well, since I'm already down here." But what could possibly be under the stove anyways? That's the one place that I CAN see with a flashlight, that I can reach with a broom. "There's nothing under there!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, Nelly! Back up the truck a minute! Here I am, happily attacking dustbunnies under the stove when all of a sudden... "shluuuuuurp!". A bouncy ball appears at the end of the hose. I rescue it and go back for more. "Shluuuuurp!". A spring, "shluuuuurp!", a fuzzy ball, another spring, a furry ball, Santa, and another furry ball! It was like Christmas! Or maybe it just felt like that because I found Santa (Hey Mom, I found Peewee's Santa that you lost, must have lost it at my place, not yours!). Either way, the treasure trove under my stove was amazing! And the furry balls I had been looking for for months! Starting to sound like I never clean, isn't it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that work, and cleaning off the toys, I thought I'd show you what we found. Enjoy and be amazed! Some of those toys I even forgot that Jingle owned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpu2gPk26ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/BXVXHnF9kC8/s1600-h/SSA50600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087860869098301842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpu2gPk26ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/BXVXHnF9kC8/s400/SSA50600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the floors eventually got done and Jingle is now fast asleep after tiring herself with housecleaning. Brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6129375256241753366?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6129375256241753366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6129375256241753366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6129375256241753366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6129375256241753366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/treasure-trove-of-long-lost-toys.html' title='The treasure trove of long lost toys!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpu2gPk26ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/BXVXHnF9kC8/s72-c/SSA50600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-979489027290642933</id><published>2007-07-16T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:25:56.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My little housekeeper...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm at a clients today, well three actually, and gone for maybe 4 hours total.  I come home to do some work and find a pleasant surprise.  My little Jingle is washing my floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, it seems that the infamous water bowl (aka, toy to Jingle) has finally been tipped over.  So now there's a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats, there goes my water bottle now too!  I guess the carpet did need a shampooing, thanks for the reminder Jingle! Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you all later, my socks are getting wet, I should go clean this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-979489027290642933?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/979489027290642933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=979489027290642933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/979489027290642933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/979489027290642933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-little-housekeeper.html' title='My little housekeeper...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1588209089669674005</id><published>2007-07-15T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:28:58.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New Sidebar Sections!</title><content type='html'>We could all use a laugh and it's healthy for us all to smile so how am I helping in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a new section to my sidebar called the "&lt;a href="http://today.smileycentral.com/smileytoday/main.jhtml?dp=1&amp;prod=sc&amp;amp;aip=ZSYYYYYYMGCA"&gt;Daily Smiley&lt;/a&gt;". There is nothing more contagious than a laugh or smile so for a good dose of laughter, visit this site often and click the smiley. We'll change the smiley often so you don't get bored, we've got hundreds of idea too on funny smileys so we'll probably keep this going for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, click the smiley, and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're laughing over here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="I So Rock" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_29_136.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also added a poll section. I'm testing this one out because I don't know how many poll ideas I could actually come up with but we'll try it, and see what kind of response it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Thumbs Up" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_11.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in honour of my lifelong obsession with movies, I've added a list for everyone titled the "Last 5 recently watched movies that I love" complete with links directly to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt; for your enjoyment. I've always been considered the family movie expert (until Adam proved to be my equal in this category) and with access to TMN On Demand, Rogers Video Direct, my own growing collection and TV-Links, I see a whole lot of movies all the time. So everytime Jingle and I watch a movie, and like it, even if it's one we've seen many times before, we'll add it to the top of the list. This section was inspired by my Mom who is always asking me what I saw recently so her and Dad can watch it then never has a pen and paper and always foregets the name of the movies. Now you can just pop onto my site and see for yourself Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Let’s See A Movie" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_8_11.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, we've updated the topics list to exclude the "random" topic and open up more possibilities for rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="62" alt="Duh" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_1.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have suggestions, either for changes, or something new you want to see, please, let me know. I'm having fun changing this around, could use some advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb098_ZNxmk121MGCA&amp;utm_id=7926" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb098&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk121MGCA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1588209089669674005?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1588209089669674005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1588209089669674005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1588209089669674005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1588209089669674005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-sidebar-section.html' title='New Sidebar Sections!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1512394417294675866</id><published>2007-07-15T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:30:11.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Earthlab Pledges, Phase 1</title><content type='html'>So as part of &lt;a href="http://www.earthlab.com/"&gt;Earthlab&lt;/a&gt;, I need to make 10 pledges a month on ways to become more green (well, not need to but it's requested, and kind of fun too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my first round of pledges, all promises of things to change this month, some things I already do since the live earth concert. Maybe you might find some good ideas here if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: "I will adjust my thermostat according to ambient temperatures" - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Something I already do and will keep doing, basically, keep the thermostat at bareable temperatures, not freezing and turn up when away for long periods of time (or the exact opposite in the winter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#2: "I will always recycle" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more lazy "I don't feel like rinsing it", I'm going to recycle whatever I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#3: "I will call to stop unnecessary paper mail"&lt;em&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's an 800 number you can call to request help in reducing your junk mail, I'm going to call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#4: "I will iron less by hanging my clothes in the condensation filled bathroom while I shower" - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a neat tip and I hate ironing so I'm going to try it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#5: "I will load the dishwasher with consideration to additional resources I could avoid using" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This basically means no pre-rinsing and wasting water, let the dishes dry naturally, use light water settings if possible for the load.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#6: "I will purchase and begin brewing with reusable filters with my next trip to the store" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Already do this, will keep doing it, coffee tastes better anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#7: "I will recycle my newspaper, and encourage others to do so" - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I don't personally get the newspaper but someone on my floor keeps leaving theirs by the garbage shute so I'm going to start picking them up and taking them to our blue box.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#8: "I will switch to a biodegradable dishwasher detergent" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need to find this product but I'll use it when I find it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#9: "I will take shorter showers and install water-conserving fixtures" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Already done, all heads are water savers and my showers are down to 4.5 minutes flat including brushing my teeth (well, 4 minutes since I cut my hair).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#10: "I will unplug my cell phone charger when not in use" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta remember to do this, but a great tip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#11: "I will use "green" cosmetics and facial products" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oddly enough, already do this, and didn't realize until today when I looked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#12: "I will use biodegradable and otherwise "green" cleaning products" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;next time I run out, I will do this. And I've already switched to Tide and Downy cold water products to help there too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#13: "I will use natural hair products" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm already good at this, except my mousse, I need to find natural mousse for curly hair. Anyone know any brands?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#14: "I will use the "Kill Switch" on the power strip" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started doing this, it's so easy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#15: "I will use the least amount of energy when drying my dishes" - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to stop being lazy Tia, pull out the teatowels and do some work or let them air dry, no more heat settings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#16: "I will use the lowest settings reasonable for my refrigerator/freezer" -&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do this already (just cool enough to keep food fresh/frozen and beer slightly below room temperature) and was happy to find out that all my appliances are energy efficient Whirpool appliances since I really don't have the option of replacing any appliances (I don't own them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my pledges for this month (somehow I snuck an extra 6 in there but no worries). I need to report back to the website when I have made each change and my pollution score will drop depending on what I've done. Next month I get to choose 10 more things to change, although, there is nothing stopping me from starting them right now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you all found some useful tips in this and I'll let you know next months which new pledges I choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1512394417294675866?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1512394417294675866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1512394417294675866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1512394417294675866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1512394417294675866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/earthlab-pledges-phase-1.html' title='Earthlab Pledges, Phase 1'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7182381806147612289</id><published>2007-07-15T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:30:37.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Earthlab is Launched!</title><content type='html'>So I check my email today and find an email from Al Gore. I immediately start to mark the email as junk mail and then realize that it's not a joke, it really is an email from Al Gore! Wierd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I open the email and find that it's a nice little email from Mr. Gore praising me on being so far below the average ECP and Carbon output score for London. I mentioned in an earlier post that the live earth website offered a quick little test to see where you stand on pollution and now, &lt;a href="http://www.earthlab.com/"&gt;EarthLab&lt;/a&gt; has been launched to help us even further. You can check it out a &lt;a href="http://www.earthlab.com/"&gt;http://www.earthlab.com/&lt;/a&gt; and sign up. It not only gives you general suggestions on way to be green but specializes a plan for you based on your individual score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged in, it told me that my score was 247 and London's average was 306. I produce 9 tons of Co2 each year and the average is 13 tons. So now, I'm reading my full report and checking out my specialized "green" plan. The website asks that we retake the quiz in three months and in 6 months for an update on how we are doing. I'll let you know the results then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it really interesting, maybe you will too. Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7182381806147612289?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7182381806147612289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7182381806147612289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7182381806147612289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7182381806147612289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/earthlab-is-launched.html' title='Earthlab is Launched!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8870153263428068141</id><published>2007-07-15T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:31:56.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Missing my family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0Pk26WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/McFdWH--kVk/s1600-h/SSA50502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087531359207352674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0Pk26WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/McFdWH--kVk/s200/SSA50502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0fk26XI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZwQ2OqwCJAE/s1600-h/SSA50550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087531363502319986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0fk26XI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZwQ2OqwCJAE/s200/SSA50550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0fk26YI/AAAAAAAAACM/K1V5Bsqgg_s/s1600-h/SSA50513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087531363502320002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0fk26YI/AAAAAAAAACM/K1V5Bsqgg_s/s200/SSA50513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love my life.  I mean, mommy is great, we're London's premier bachelorettes, and we really love each other.  There's nothing like our movie nights, mommy curled up on the couch, me curled up of her hip.  I have the run of the house and I don't abuse it.  I have the best spot on the bed.  But as great as life is, I do miss my best friends often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Chuki is amazing.  He pretends to be a little uptight and bossy but it's only to keep Peewee in line when we're all together.  He's actually really great with Holly and I as long as I don't pounce on him.  I've learned a lot from Uncle Chuki.  How to properly climb a Christmas tree, how to be curious in a mature way, and I'm pretty sure my fascination with my water bowl stemmed from his fascination with water glasses.  And possibly most importantly, Uncle Chuki taught me how to talk.  Because of him, Mommy and I learned how to have our long conversations back and forth and I learned how to greet her at the door everyday.  He's just an all around cool cat.  I wish I had known him when he was a kitten and I wish I saw him more often.  But hopefully, I can stay with him for a bit this summer and do some much needed catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holly is the graceful one of the family and probably my best teacher of all (aside from Mommy).  She's a feline to be reckoned with.  Beautiful, graceful, quiet, and brilliant.  I learned a lot about being a female cat from Holly.  As the only girls in the family, we got along great.  She was also the first cat in the family I ever met and the first few weeks of my new life was spent entirely with her.  I learned that it was okay to be playful, that toys were wonderful, but it was important also to get enough beauty sleep too.  She showed me the best ways to show Mommy I love her and that we need to show them love an thanks often.  She has impeccable manners and I always strive to be like her.  Holly also taught me about my favorite pastime, hunting bugs.  She's the best at bug hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Peewee, well, what can I say? Peewee is Peewee.  Almost always in trouble, in everyone's face, always the center of attention, and very, very clumsy.  I know that sounds bad, but Peewee is so much fun, so loved by everyone, so carefree, I envy him.  He's an all around adorable cat and his innocence is brilliant.  He never tries to break things, never tries to get into trouble, he just does!  And it's refreshing for everyone.  You can ask any of the humans and they will all say they wouldn't change Peewee for anything.  Being the same age, Peewee quickly became my best friend.  The kind that you can play with, talk to about anything, and just always have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, I love my life, but sometimes, I just really miss my friends.  Mommy mentioned yesterday that Grandma and Grandpa may visit at the end of this month and I'm so excited because they'll bring Holly and Peewee with them.  She later spoke with Aunty Chantelle and found out they are also free that weekend.  Mommy wants to borrow a friends car and go pick up Aunty Chantelle, Uncle Adam and Uncle Chuki so we can all be together that weekend.  I know its a little rough on the humans to all be squished in the apartment for a weekend because the place isn't THAT big, and there's only one bed so the couches get a lot of use, but we all have more fun than inconvenience. I hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we will see you all soon, but in the meantime, I love you all, miss you much, and in honour of Peewee, promise to do one silly, crazy thing in the meantime to keep you all amused.  I'll blog about it as soon as I figure out what it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jingle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8870153263428068141?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8870153263428068141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8870153263428068141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8870153263428068141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8870153263428068141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-my-family.html' title='Missing my family...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpqK0Pk26WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/McFdWH--kVk/s72-c/SSA50502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-622525968769009014</id><published>2007-07-15T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:09:37.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I am soooo weak!!!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't do it! I failed! I'm weak! I'm so bummed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation became to much and last night. I watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM I'M SO SORRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, all my self control is being used on slightly more important temptations right now and I just need a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a good note, the movie rocks! I think I will always enjoy the Harry Potter movies, not matter what, but some of the past movies proved that it can be difficult to combine such full, long, stories into a small amount of time. OOTP didn't seem nearly as compressed as GOF. The special effects keep getting better (well, as good as they can get on a camcorder and 2.5 inch screen) and it was just all around enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I will probably watch the moie again tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that, I still want to see it with two of my favorite people (my bro and sis) in Toronto's lovely IMAX theatre (mostly because London's IMAX closed down years ago) and I hear I may have some visitors at the end of July so I'll take my lovely mom to it too. And even better, Adam's hockey team wants to see it so hopefully, Chantelle, Adam, myself, and the TO version of Dumbledore's Army can all go together! I still want a DA shirt though Adam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to write more about the movie now, some of the quirks, my favorite parts, but I'll wait a bit until we all get a chance to see it. I don't want to spoil it for anyone just because I couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121MGCA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Let’s See A Movie" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_8_11.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-622525968769009014?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/622525968769009014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=622525968769009014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/622525968769009014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/622525968769009014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-soooo-weak.html' title='I am soooo weak!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6995824891903932476</id><published>2007-07-14T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:53:20.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><title type='text'>Have you ever Googled yourself?</title><content type='html'>I always thought I had a pretty unique name. I mean, "Tia" alone isn't that common but put a phillipean first name with french last name and what are the chances, really, of finding a second combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unable to sleep, and bored, I decided to Google myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, still bored. Links to this blog came up, links to Chantelle's blog came up. Nothing really interesting (oh, I think our blogs are interesting, I just meant that I wasn't surprised they came up on a search). Then, I started to find other people's websites in the search and lo and behold.... I'm not the only Tia Tremblay!!!! Rockin'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I came up on the alumni list for Fanshawe College and RMC too! My alma maters. Didn't know anyone cared enough to list me there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on Wikopedia aparently. Well, okay, I read the whole article and never saw the connection, but I came up on Wikopedia's article about the Friday the 13th teleision series. I guess my name appeared there somewhere, but seriously, read the whole damn boring article and never saw my name once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my randomness for the day. Just thought it was kind of cool to find out my name is as unique as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you googled yourself lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6995824891903932476?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6995824891903932476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6995824891903932476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6995824891903932476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6995824891903932476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-ever-googled-yourself.html' title='Have you ever Googled yourself?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7109961510150486210</id><published>2007-07-13T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:43:09.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><title type='text'>Site Meter</title><content type='html'>So I found a cool little widget that counts the visits on my blog. Well, okay, you can get website counters anywhere but this one, tracks so much more. It tracks IP addresses, locations, content clicks, etc., etc. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.sitemeter.com/"&gt;http://www.sitemeter.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the widget through Chantelle's website actually, she has the same one and it's called Site Meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the innocent little gal that I am when it comes to computers, I always thought that the only people who would ever find my blog would be those that I told about it. WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the meter up for less than a day and someone from Italy, Spain, and Bolivia found me (didn't even know where Bolivia was until I looked at the map).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to the two people from Jersey that popped in for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person from Edmonton Alberta came to visit me. I'll bet you all a buck it was Cousin Jeff. Hi Cousin Jeff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whole whack of people from Utah came and saw me today. I'm really not sure why there is a sudden flux from Utah, but it's cool nonetheless. Hello Utah!! Although, it could have just been one person from Utah that stopped by a whole bunch of times too, but greetings nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site Meter also tracks referrals which seems to be basically, how people found my blog and it looks like I'm mostly coming up google and blogger searches. One person found me through Chantelle's blog but that might have actually been me testing a link for my mom. I set the counter to ignore my own visits but according to the site meter site, I slipped through the counter times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of enjoying this. It's really cool to me that people from all over the world can find my little blog. Not everyone sticks around, but some apparently did and that's pretty neat. One of the Utah people hung around for 53 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see who finds me next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7109961510150486210?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7109961510150486210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7109961510150486210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7109961510150486210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7109961510150486210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/site-meter.html' title='Site Meter'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2120006719864851426</id><published>2007-07-13T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:55:04.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Day 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpf_SPk26VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jpapi4ZRmGw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086814993022118226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpf_SPk26VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jpapi4ZRmGw/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've sort of been keeping this private, mostly because I was afraid of failing, but from what I hear, today is a big day for me. I may still fail, I may succeed, but I guess it's time to pat myself on the back for making it this far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 days ago, I had my last cigarette. I struggle every day with it, it's been rough, but I'm told 21 days is a turning point when you try to break a habit, or in my case, a full blown addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried quitting before, never lasted long. Pills, patches, gum, all seemed pointless. But finally, I realized that I could change little things here or there and really cut back. It didn't take long for me to go the entire day without a cigarette, only smoking once I was back at home. That eventually got easy. Then I stopped having that morning smoke, or night time smoke, and cut back even more. Stopped smoking indoors, even less chances to smoke. Eventually, more than a half a pack a day became four or five cigarettes a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With summer now here, it was easy to start going for a walk in the evening if a craving hit. This helped me cut back another cigarette or two a day. Then I smoked my last cigarette and was so proud. 5 days later, I fell off the wagon, hard. I kept trying this, stopping completely, not buying another pack, but just kept failing. I'd go two days, three, six. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It finally hit me that what wasn't working for me was not having the choice not to smoke. It made the cravings worse, it made it unbearable. I needed to be able to say no it, not be completely restricted from it. So the last time I fell off the wagon and bought a pack of smokes I left a few in the pack and carried the pack with me everywhere. I said to myself, "If the craving becomes too strong, that's okay, you smoked for 10 years, you're not weak." But having that safeguard of the cigarette if I really needed it made it easier to deny it. I guess I just needed the choice, I needed the comfort of knowing it was there, just in case. Anyone who smokes or has smoked understands this. Cigarettes are a comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for 21 days I have carried around three cigarettes and a lighter. I haven't touched them, I have found distractions, I've had more water to drink in three weeks then my entire life. I'm not ready yet to give up that safeguard. I'm not totally convinced yet that this is it. Maybe I'll still fail but making it this far will make it easier for the next time. Maybe this already is the next time and the last time. I'll know for sure when I can stop chewing Advil like candy because of withdrawl headaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever happens, don't hate me. If I fall off the wagon, don't be mad, I'll get back on. I want to do this! I'm going to do this! I just can't give up or put myself down, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured it was time to let you all know because now I have another incentive to keep pushing this. The last thing I want to do is have to write a post saying I didn't make it and then write a post saying I'm trying again and keep going back and forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cheers to day 21! Wish me luck for 21 more! I could use all your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2120006719864851426?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2120006719864851426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2120006719864851426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2120006719864851426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2120006719864851426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-21.html' title='Day 21!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpf_SPk26VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jpapi4ZRmGw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5574246469922556634</id><published>2007-07-13T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:54:32.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curing Boredom'/><title type='text'>I have to admit it...</title><content type='html'>No, I didn't take another vacation from blogging, as you can see, I had a few posts saved up, waiting to be published. I just didn't publish anything for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I cannot tell a lie. I posted a blog with Leonardo DiCaprio's environmental website links a couple of days back for an informative and supportive reason. Then I found that the picture I found was actually quite hot and knew that if I published another blog, he would move down the list and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; from sight. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kept creating my posts but waited a few days to publish them so I could enjoy a little more time with my Leo picture. Now you can all catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I either need to do more posts on great looking guys, or I desperately need a boyfriend. Blog.... boyfriend....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I'll find of you more guy pics and do more blogs. No time for a boyfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5574246469922556634?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5574246469922556634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5574246469922556634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5574246469922556634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5574246469922556634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-to-admit-it.html' title='I have to admit it...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1171200591586831834</id><published>2007-07-13T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:53:34.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><title type='text'>My topics list...</title><content type='html'>I noticed today while editing my blog that my topics list is fairly small. At first glance I figured it was because I've only been blogging a few months, haven't said much (yeah, right! Me not say much?! That's funny....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that 90% of my posts fall under "Jingle", "Family", and "Friends". I also realized that 98% of my blog falls under "Random".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking, since my life is Random by nature and will always be Random, I should probably take that particular topic out and be a little more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should maybe consider writing about a few more things than just Jingle but that is going to be a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I'm going to expand my topic listing and slowly go back on previous posts and change them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1171200591586831834?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1171200591586831834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1171200591586831834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1171200591586831834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1171200591586831834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-topics-list.html' title='My topics list...'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7875869252660758490</id><published>2007-07-13T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:31:58.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the OOTP in now on TV Links!</title><content type='html'>It's here, it's here. The movie is on TV Links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://tv-links.co.uk/"&gt;http://tv-links.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to check it out. It's not the greatest quality, it's a camcorder in a theatre, but for those of you that can't afford to see movies constantly or can't wait for others to see it with you, it's a neat little website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, I swear, I haven't watched Order of the Phoenix yet, I only clicked the link to make sure the feed wasn't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how long I can hang on!!! I'll try. Good thing I have to work this weekend, may not have time to be tempted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7875869252660758490?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7875869252660758490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7875869252660758490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7875869252660758490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7875869252660758490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-ootp-in-now-on-tv.html' title='Harry Potter and the OOTP in now on TV Links!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8374994467151361383</id><published>2007-07-13T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:54:48.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Etsy.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpe0BPk26UI/AAAAAAAAABs/KJFqvMhWxTY/s1600-h/il_430xN_9397360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086732237592258882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpe0BPk26UI/AAAAAAAAABs/KJFqvMhWxTY/s200/il_430xN_9397360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantelle continues to create like crazy and it appears that her Etsy store is doing well. And now Adam has joined the fray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've added a new sidebar to my blog that showcases my favorite items on some of the Etsy Stores (which is basically just Chantelle and Adam). It's a random listing of my favorite items and seeing as the stores are always changing, my sidebar will keep changing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out their stores for some amazing crafts, home decor, and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8374994467151361383?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8374994467151361383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8374994467151361383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8374994467151361383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8374994467151361383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/etsycom.html' title='Etsy.com'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpe0BPk26UI/AAAAAAAAABs/KJFqvMhWxTY/s72-c/il_430xN_9397360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2622153892010468452</id><published>2007-07-12T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:55:02.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>OOTP a hit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpbe0_k26TI/AAAAAAAAABk/08S2_2AXDLk/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086497831162145074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpbe0_k26TI/AAAAAAAAABk/08S2_2AXDLk/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one day after the release of the latest Harry Potter movie and so far the reviews are excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it yet, but from the trailers and reviews, I have no doubts about the incredibleness of this movie. (Umm, does anyone know if that's actually a word or not?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In it's first day the movie grossed $45mil which puts it well on it's way to surpase a few box office records. However, even with the worldwide success of the Harry Potter franchise, none of the movies in the past have broken any serious records. Maybe #5 will be the magic one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many have said in conversations, blogs, reviews, etc. that the 5th book is the best yet, or someones favorite so it's possible this movie is exactly what the public needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't wait to see this movie, it'll be tough to hold out until I can go with my brother and sister. And of course, I want to see amazing things happen for the movie, and see it succeed. The only problem I have with the movie being successful is that all the current box office #1's in every area is a favorite movie of mine so if OOTP smashes some records, then some favorites will loose their spot. So bittersweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck either way and enjoy what could possibly be the summer smash hit this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2622153892010468452?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2622153892010468452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2622153892010468452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2622153892010468452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2622153892010468452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/ootp-hit.html' title='OOTP a hit!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpbe0_k26TI/AAAAAAAAABk/08S2_2AXDLk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1206930987185198681</id><published>2007-07-12T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:40:21.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I'm not the only one concerned!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpahwPk26SI/AAAAAAAAABc/j45AwdRaAa4/s1600-h/leoface2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086430679348472098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpahwPk26SI/AAAAAAAAABc/j45AwdRaAa4/s320/leoface2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Okay, you all know that my secret desire is to some day marry Ewan McGregor, but as far as liking actors for their talent, their personalities, and what they stand for, one of my favorites has always been Leonardo Dicaprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that Leo was an amazing actor, and even own What's Eating Gilbert Grape to prove it.   For many years now, Leo has been a big advocate of the environment and has done a number of projects recently that focus on this passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A couple of years ago, I stumbled across Leo's website and began to watch it closely for the changes. Along with constant updates on his work as an actor, the website evolved more and more and Leo's passion for our home became even more evident and I started to follow his life more closely.   It does help too that he's talented, rich, a genuinely nice guy, gorgeous, single and my age....hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For some exclusive previews on his upcoming "11th Hour" and some links to great ideas on helping ourselves, check out Leo's myspace website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/leonardodicaprio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/leonardodicaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; or go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leonardodicaprio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.leonardodicaprio.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; to see his previous documentaries on the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I do want to explain one thing.  I know I'm not perfect when it comes to being energy concious, but I try.  I'm not trying to be in anyone's face about environmental issues, it's just my opinion.  I'd love hear other's opinions, and I want to make sure that those with similar feelings get a chance to see some of the websites that Jingle and I have found.  This also isn't anything new to me.  I've been concerned about the environment for years.  Like I said, I'm not perfect, but I do consider it and try, naturally, to do things that are better for us.  I don't believe we are as dire as "others" say, but I do believe that if we don't start making changes, we will eventually be in trouble and I personally want to try to allow my future family to live indefinately.  So please don't think I'm doing the last few blogs just because of the sudden flux of "green is good".  It just happens that now, I have a means to express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And Dad, I especially want to see comments from you.  I know our opinions are a little different on these issues and I love our debates.  Bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Enjoy you all! There are many more interesting sites out there and I'll slowly bring you what I've found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1206930987185198681?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1206930987185198681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1206930987185198681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1206930987185198681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1206930987185198681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-earth-friendly-browsing.html' title='I&apos;m not the only one concerned!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RpahwPk26SI/AAAAAAAAABc/j45AwdRaAa4/s72-c/leoface2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3667129677127721434</id><published>2007-07-12T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:14:44.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>A Climate in Crises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpade_k26RI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yiuk8FuukAw/s1600-h/day-after_base_soslogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086425984949217554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpade_k26RI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yiuk8FuukAw/s400/day-after_base_soslogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 7th, 2007 was Live Earth day. A 26 hour, 10 city, 7 continent concert to raise awareness for the strugles that our earth and future are facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's start with the concerts. I actually really enjoyed all the concerts. I'm writing about this 5 days late because it took that long to watch all the concerts. I found them entertaining. I liked seeing bands I had never heard of from other countries. I liked seeing my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Jovi and Metallica rocked New York and London. Of course, Bon Jovi performed from Giants stadium in Jersey. They are the original Jersey boys and never hesitate to be the first ones signed up for charity events like these. And Metallica just rocks, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, many more groups and individuals performed but once Bon Jovi appears on screen I sort of forget anything else thats going on.  They just have that way about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some great speakers too.  Cameron Diaz said some nice things, Al Gore was there too, Leonardo DiCaprio spoke his mind from London, again, the list go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the day was about more than entertainment. A lesson needed to be learned, a slap in our faces made. Okay, so most of us realize that if we turn off lights when we leave a room, we save energy. But obviously, the vast majority of the public don't do this, or they wouldn't have mentioned it. There is a huge difference being between knowing and doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little things are what matters. A small change here or there equals a big change for everyone. And it's easy to do the small things. Some of the suggestions they made I thought were excellent, and simple things that most of us don't think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know about turning lights off, but how many us actually turn off the power bars our electronics are plugged into? You probably just press the power button on that remote and that's it, but hydro still pours into that power bar non-stop. Shut it down! And energy efficient bulbs are just a great idea all around and so much cheaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really bad for this, I admit. But no more. How many of us leave our small appliances and charges plugged in all the time? Why plug it in when not using it. If you are one of those people that absolutely needs to set the coffee maker timer every night then fine, but why do we need to keep a toaster or a blender plugged in? And why not consider appliances that are energy efficient over those that aren't.  Until I was reminded about it, I never thought about unplugging my massage chair when I was just sitting in it.  I only plug it in now when I'm actually using it for a massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking, biking, public transport, carpool. Not everyone can do this, not all the time. We need vehicles in this day and age. But we can all try to get a little more exercise. Why drive to the corner store, walk (unless you're in the country and the corner store is 8 kms away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the age of IPOD galore, why do we still need to purchase cd's? Do you really need to buy a song online and then pay for it again when you buy the cd? Now a days, extra hardrive space is cheap, online music is much cheaper than cd's, and online buying means no trucks delivering hard plastic discs. No trucks, no pollution, no plastic dics, no landfill waste when the group splits up and everyone throws them away.  Let's reduce this bit. Besides, it's so much easier to just hit the delete button when an artist pisses you off then to get up and walk to the garbage to throw the disc away.  And if you are still worried about the cost of buying music online, then I'm sure you'll manage to find it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reusable containers. That's all I'm going to say about that, it's a no brainer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant a tree. Again, no brainer, nuff said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rechargeable batteries, cheaper, lasts longer, and reduces waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buying food locally. Why do we drive to the grocery store to buy the produce that was shipped that morning from other countries while that same morning, the local producers shipped they product out to export countries? What's the point?  Buy local whenever possible, keep the majority of our food in our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the list goes on, and on. Any of us doing just one of these things will make a difference and not one of these things were hinder our day to day lives. If you want more ideas on what you can do, or to pledge to the world that you will make a change, then visit &lt;a href="http://www.liveearth.org/"&gt;http://www.liveearth.org/&lt;/a&gt; to learn more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can even take a quiz to find out how efficient you are, how much carbon dioxide you as an individual contribute to our pollution annually, and what you can do to improve your score. The scores range from 100-900 and the lower the score, the better. I took the quiz. The numbers are a little off for me because they didn't have a smart car as an option and the next closest ehicle isn't half as efficient as my car, but nonetheless, my score was 247 and I contribute 9 tons of carbon dioxide to our environment every year. With the average scores so far being around the mid 500's you gotta think, not bad, but it could be better. I'm making some changes for myself, and I think it's time to plant a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3667129677127721434?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3667129677127721434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3667129677127721434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3667129677127721434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3667129677127721434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/climate-in-crises.html' title='A Climate in Crises!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rpade_k26RI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yiuk8FuukAw/s72-c/day-after_base_soslogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6388003609786178461</id><published>2007-07-10T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:55:16.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>It's almost here!!!</title><content type='html'>One day and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I counting down? Come on, seriously! Do you know me or not? What happens July 11th? Think hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hinting all week in my blogs and so has Jingle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those of you still way behind on the times, "Order of the Phoenix" comes out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting a year and a half for this! I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit it right here, right now... If Chantelle, Adam and I can't get our schedules together relatively soon, I'm going to cave and make a stop at TV links until we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited, my favorite book so far in a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength, I may loose my cool in the next day. And in 11 days, the final book too. What a month, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Harry Potter day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6388003609786178461?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6388003609786178461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6388003609786178461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6388003609786178461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6388003609786178461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1079405828425921498</id><published>2007-07-10T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:55:41.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Canadian Idol</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm Canadian, I like music, so naturally, I watch Canadian Idol religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's seems all the contestants are excellent, and it's too the point where I can't even bring myself to vote because I just can't decide. Although, I do think Greg Neufeld is pretty amazing and does sing the kind of music I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I personally think that the gem of the entire competition is Jaydee Bixby. 16, white blond hair, twangy beyond belief, and born in the completely wrong decade. I am no fan whatsoever of the kind of music he sings yet I find that every week, as soon as he starts to sing with that infectious smile, his constant little winks, I sit up straight, bop my head, tap my toes, and sway with my kitten. Jingle loves him too, comes right up to the screen. He's just contagious and the entire time he is on the screen every week, I just can't seem to stop giggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my opinion, what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1079405828425921498?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1079405828425921498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1079405828425921498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1079405828425921498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1079405828425921498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/canadian-idol.html' title='Canadian Idol'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2360442690135926244</id><published>2007-07-07T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:55:55.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Comes Soon!</title><content type='html'>Okay, really, this blog is more about the fact that my plan of moving the Harry Potter movies to the top shelf, away from Jingle, failed. She got to them. Don't ask me how, I don't know, but I certainly didn't pull them down and drag them to the kitchen and the building is only 6 years old so it can't possible be ghosts. So I guess it wasn't my imagination, Jingle really was going after the Harry Potter movies specifically. There is nothing like waking up groggy in the morning and going to the kitchen to make the coffee, only to slip on plastic cases on the tile floor, yeah!!!!! But, mention does need to be made of the fact that the latest movie is almost here, closely followed by the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been anxiously waiting for both to come out for many reasons. It's become tradition for Adam, Chantelle and I to get together and go see the movie with each other ever since the second movie. Chantelle saw the first one with friends and insisted I go with her again and she was right to insist because I've been hooked ever since. After the first the movie, we started going to see each new release with Adam and it's been a wonderful tradition ever since. Even with the last movie, I drove to Toronto to meet them just to make sure we all saw it together and we'll do it again this year, as soon as we figure out when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm excited about the final book being released and feel like I'm the only sister in the world that waits three months to give her sister a birthday gift just so she can get her the last book in our favorite series. Chantelle, Adam, and I get along really well and all love each other, but we openly admit we are different people. We have a lot of different ideas on fun, music, sometimes even movies. We usually do different things when hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one constant we have always had, has been Harry Potter. I think that even though the last book comes out this year, we'll continue this tradition of bonding right up until the last movie is released. Then, we'll find something new to bond over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you two soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2360442690135926244?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2360442690135926244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2360442690135926244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2360442690135926244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2360442690135926244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-comes-soon_07.html' title='Harry Potter Comes Soon!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8510569508227246236</id><published>2007-07-06T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:20:13.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The greatest thing in the world!</title><content type='html'>It took me the whole two years of my feline life to figure out what the greatest thing in the world was.  And I believe the humans call it family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand this because it took me a while to realize what family was, but I figured out that family doesn't mean blood relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that Mommy is my family, and we are a great family.  We look out for each other, we comfort each other, and we understand each other.  I watch how mommy raised me and know that when human children come into play, she'll be a great mommy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Mommys face light up when she gets her brother or sister on the phone and can't wait to hear what's new.  I see her relax and become at ease when she talks to her mom and dad.  I see her laugh and chuckle with joy when she talks to her Grandparents.  I notice she always asks how the other cats are doing and never fails to say hi for me, even though I know she can't understand me asking her too.  This is her family, this is my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Chuki, Holly, and Peewee are family.  We all have different cat parents but were adopted into the same human family.  We've become friends.  I've learned to be playful and curious from Peewee, I learned grace and beauty from Holly, I learned confidence and wisdom from Uncle Chuki.  His human parents are also going to be excellent parents to little baby humans when the time comes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Holly and Peewee's pet parents raised mine and Chuki's parents so they must be great too.  They are certainly great to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our family have amazing friends that the humans consider family too. Mommy's best friend Melissa and her family became a part of my mommy's and aunty's family a long time ago.  Same thing with the humans called Sarah and Bill and the little humans they have.  I met Mommy's and her parents friends John and Karen and the friendly dog named Ellie, first dog I wasn't scared of.  They are also part of our family.  And Grandma and Grandpa have some friends, Willie and Sue and their children and grandchildren.  They are also family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is who you want it to be.  Friends, relatives, pets like me.  They are the ones that are there for you always, that cheer you on, or pick you up.  The ones you learn from and the ones you teach in return.  They are the ones who no matter how tired they are, wait every night until you get your snuggles and rubs before rolling over and falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, I know Mommy loves her family, and I know our family loves us.  It's a great day when a little cat like me can actually figure out what human love really is, and it's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all you cats that have human love realize this and love your humans back.  And for those of you that don't have it, I hope a human like mine adopts you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8510569508227246236?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8510569508227246236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8510569508227246236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8510569508227246236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8510569508227246236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/greatest-thing-in-world.html' title='The greatest thing in the world!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7892351369743202962</id><published>2007-07-05T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:32:34.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Maniac returns</title><content type='html'>Here's one for you Mom &amp;amp; Dad. And I'm not sure if its better than the train or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go back a few years, or a few months for my parents, and remember the crazy biker jerk that would do wheelies up and down Hwy 22 at outragious speeds, weeving in and out of traffic like a maniac and somehow never attracting cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived with my parents on McGarrell we had a biker with a very loud bike that was probably the great great grandson of the guy that the "disturbing the peace" laws were made after. He was an annoyance to us and our neighbours and risked lives with the way he rode. He also distrupted many nice relaxing moments on the patio. Everytime we heard that little no good... well, you get the picture.... our blood would boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I moved to Niagara I kind of forgot about him and it seemed that when I visited my parents, he usually didn't show up. But now, quite recently, he's back, and its worse. I also face Hwy 22 like may parents did but 11 floors up makes most road noise a peaceful reminder of the city you love, even with the windows open. It's high enough to sleep peacefully at night with your windows wide open and one of the busy streets in London below you. Unless biker boy comes out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back a couple weeks ago and continues to fly down Hwy 22 at all hours of the day and night. But this year, he has a new bike, and this one has no semblance of a muffler at all. He reves his engine, and I start to hear him from Adelaide and Fanshawe (I've watched him when I hear him coming and I can actually see 8 city blocks down the road from my balcony). Just before Richmond street, the noise gets loud enough to scare Jingle under the bed. At Fanshawe and North Centre, I can't hear a thing in the house, windows open or closed, and feel the apartment vibrate. At Fanshawe and Louise, the sound starts to pass and I start to hear angry shouts of drivers and home owners on the road. At Fanshawe and Wonderland, it's a distant sound but I'm so angry now that I barely notice the sound has dissapated. After he passes Wonderland, I go searching for Jingle and try to get her out her hiding spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, to top it off, biker boy has a boyfriend!! One who usually follows about 10 seconds behind him. I have watched these two runs cars to the side of the road, weave into oncoming traffic, run red lights, and speed in excess of 100km in a 60km zone. How, after years of this, has our police not done something about it?! He's a menace, so is his boyfriend, they will hurt innocent people, and need to be punished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like anything that scares my little girl so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said my peace, I'm okay now until his next joy ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7892351369743202962?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7892351369743202962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7892351369743202962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7892351369743202962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7892351369743202962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/07/maniac-returns.html' title='The Maniac returns'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-7729291070158191571</id><published>2007-06-30T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:36:18.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Jingle becoming a blackjack dealer...?</title><content type='html'>So I'm at the BeanCounters monthly meeting and Charlie Regan, the owner (also the founder of Nerds On Site) turns to me and says "so when are you taking holidays and where are you going kid?" He always calls me kid. So I say, "hadn't really thought about it, figured I'd save the money this year, may take a few days, just relax".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "if you could go somewhere, where would you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'd be great to visit my Grandma in Regina but it's been a couple years since I saw my cousins and Aunt and Uncle in Vegas and I really miss them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well stop the clock! Charlie, shocked by this comment? Nothing shocks Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have family in Vegas?" "Yes, great family, I love them dearly and feel very close to them." I didn't rattle off the names, it takes too long to say Bill and Sandy, Bill and Mandy and Paul and Brandy live there. And people get confused anyway. They just think I'm stuttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Charlie thinks for a minute then decides that I need to take a vacation to Vegas, and I need to drive there, take the Smart Mobile into the states and let it be seen (the Smart Cars are still not in the US, not until 2008). I must take two weeks, because it's a 2 or 3 day drive, not enough time to relax if driving. Oh, and if I have family there, is there any chance of getting citizenship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop for minute thinking, did I hear him right? "Uh, yes... " I stammer. "I believe my father is the next in line under the Grandfather rule and then my sister and I can get our citizenship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's face lights up and he gets excited. "Great, call you Dad as soon as you can and get him working on it. And book the two weeks this year, BeanCounters will cover your gas if you take the smart car. Have some fun, but drive the car around Vegas, check out the response. Let me know how it goes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the meeting ends. John stayed behind a bit, talked to Charlie, who seeming lost his mind, and I cornered John later to ask him what was up. Aparently, when Charlie gets an idea, Charlie sticks to the idea. Probably a good thing for someone worth millions, terrifying for me. Charlie told me a long time ago that they were training me t manage a branch and we all assumed they meant Toronto/Niagara where I lived for stint, and area I know well. It seems that all this time, Charlie wanted me in the states and hearing that I had relatives in Vegas, thought that would be a great place to start. Pack me up, ship me to Vegas and start the first US BeanCounters on Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm excited and terrified. Partly because no one but Charlie knows for sure if this will happen and Charlie's not talking, and partly because, although I love Vegas, I'm not so sure I want to up and move. And can I get citizenship for Jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a little freaky and we'll keep you posted, but it's possible Jingle and I may be shipped to the desert. Good thing I didn't tell Charlie about the family in Phoenix. He just may have split me in two, one half for each state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case, Jingle is learning Blackjack in case we need some startup cash, and I'm brushing up on US History and Geography in case I need to wirte any citizenship exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bill and Mandy, can I crash for two weeks? I don't know when yet, but I will let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-7729291070158191571?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/7729291070158191571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=7729291070158191571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7729291070158191571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/7729291070158191571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/06/jingle-becoming-blackjack-dealer.html' title='Jingle becoming a blackjack dealer...?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-5461045328094710156</id><published>2007-06-30T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:30:57.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A shout out to Sarah and Rebecca!</title><content type='html'>This happened almost a month ago but, like I already said, been a little busy and been neglecting the posts. But I have to share this treat with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see Sarah once a month for massages and usually, the little wee ones aren't there. The last time I went, it was so wonderful. Not only were Sarah's children there but Rebecca (her sister) was there with her little boy! It was a pleasant surprise of 4 little ones. And add Indy to the mix and what a busy household. Those children are all so well behaved though, and when you get Indy inside the house, she's a well behaved little doll too. I even got a smile from the baby! A great big toothless little grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is remarkable at relieving the stress I always seem to have, but this visit, I don't think I ever felt so great after. Just the wonder of what little kids can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Chantelle, maybe someday we'll have the joy and visiting each other for cups of tea with our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah and Rebecca, thank you for letting me gush over your children. They are just so incredibly gorgeous kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-5461045328094710156?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/5461045328094710156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=5461045328094710156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5461045328094710156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/5461045328094710156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/06/shout-out-to-sarah-and-rebecca.html' title='A shout out to Sarah and Rebecca!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-2951232476695997915</id><published>2007-06-30T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:41:29.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Why I can't make my bed, ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a slob, I swear! I vacuum often, I dust, mop the floors, keep up with the laundry (which isn't much for one person who wears a uniform everyday and a cat), keep the bathrooms clean and do the dishes. And whatever else comes up. But I can never seem to make my bed and now that it's summer, it's worse. And the culprit is Jingle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a firm believer that you can make a house look tidy on short notice, you can throw the dirty dishes in the diswasher, and swiffer has all the products for those quick clean ups when you don't have time for the mop or broom. And Jingle barely sheds so if I get behind, you really can't see any cat anywhere (except my bed where she sleeps). However, an unmade bed can make the cleanest house look messy. It takes about 18.5 seconds to make the bed and I can't seem to do it any morning. And that's where Jingle comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jingle likes to sleep on cushy lumps, not nicely folded blankets. She likes to burrow under quilts and pretend shes in her own little world. When morning comes, theres no chance of her waking up with me. She glares at the alarm clock and falls promptly back to sleep as soon as I turn it off (what does she do all night long that makes her so tired in the morning? I think I need to set up some cameras). She moves around the bed while I shower but only to find a lumpier position that she can burrow into. She remains asleep while I get ready, eat, drink my coffee. And barely gives me a look when I leave. So I ask you. Would you disturbe the incredibly cute kitty that is so comfy and sleepy to make the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I come home and get my greetings from the now awake Jingle but as soon as I head to the bedroom, up on the bed she goes, eliminating my attempt to make it. By dinner time, I give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081961756352297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RobBSsF_uEI/AAAAAAAAABE/xsRledd2ZjE/s200/SSA50598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's summer, it's worse. It's too warm to sleep with the bedspread on the bed so I started folding it and placing it nicely on the floor for the night, thinking, Jingle can't get to it so I'll just throw it over her in the morning. WRONG!! She unfolded it and made herself a tent in the middle of my bedroom, as shown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I thought, I'll put the bedspread in the closet on top of the Christmas tree. The plan seemed to work until I realized the next day that I hadn't seen Jingle for hours, which is very unusual. After turning the place upside down, I found her, burrowed into the bedspread, on top of the Christmas tree. *Sigh* So just be aware that if you ever visit, and the bed is unmade, please don't hold it against me. It's just another case of Jingle owning me, not me owning her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081961975395629138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RobBfcF_uFI/AAAAAAAAABM/2uIEVZYlYSE/s200/SSA50595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-2951232476695997915?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/2951232476695997915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=2951232476695997915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2951232476695997915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/2951232476695997915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-cant-make-my-bed-ever.html' title='Why I can&apos;t make my bed, ever!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RobBSsF_uEI/AAAAAAAAABE/xsRledd2ZjE/s72-c/SSA50598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1003926277113542517</id><published>2007-06-30T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:57:11.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Vacation temporarily over!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's been a month since Jingle and I blogged. We aren't trying to keep you out of our lives, honestly. Its just that we go through spells where we (I'm) busy and just can't find time to write a blog. Also, we find many days where it's much more important to us to grab Jingle's favorite toy, curl up under our favorite blanket (a handmade patchwork quilt my grandmother gave me) and watch a movie together. Anyone who know me well knows that I will drop everything I'm doing if Jingle wants a "snuggle" and give her the attention she so rightly deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, she's been big on cuddling and is into movies more than ever. I think she is anxiously anticipating the new Harry Potter movie coming very soon because she is now starting to pull the DVD's off my movie shelves and bring them to me. After a few permanent teeth marks, I moved Harry and his friends to the top shelf and moved my boxed sets to the lower shelves. Aparently the deluxe super edition of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, all six Star Wars, the Godfather movies, Indiana Jones, and the Family Guy and Simpsons collection prove to be too big and heavy for her little mouth. Not that she didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't complain. For a girl that never tried to teach her cat tricks, Jingle does some pretty cool ones. You have to love a cat that runs immediately to the bed and starts pulling the covers back as soon as I say "Bedtime!". A cat that greats you at the door and talk to you about her her day for 20minutes. Or a cat that faithfully and attentively watches Harry Potter and any and all Disney movies. A cat that comes when she's called, that ensures I take a break every hour on the hour when I work at home by either jumping on my laptop or crying at the top of her lungs until I come running. A cat that loves the bubbles in a bath and bats them into my face all the time. And conveniently goes deaf when shes done something wrong but can hear the fresh "slurp" of her treat jar when opened from the deepest sleep or the faintest ringing of her lazer pointer from a mile away. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one crazy kitty and keeps me on my toes. Because of this, we just sometimes forget to blog. We get so wrapped up in each other that time flies and before we know it, we are far behind in postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have the greatest cat in the world (in my own opinion, I know, no angry responses to that) you tend to give her everything you have. It's amazing how such a little, tiny thing can take up so much of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jingle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1003926277113542517?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1003926277113542517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1003926277113542517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1003926277113542517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1003926277113542517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-temporarily-over.html' title='Vacation temporarily over!!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4213628216818770905</id><published>2007-05-29T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:39:29.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Jingle's favorite toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzizXXp6tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FaLX71BKRZY/s1600-h/SSA50584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070176652586773202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzizXXp6tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FaLX71BKRZY/s200/SSA50584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, since this page is really meant to be about my crazy ramblings or Jingle's wonderful kitty thoughts, I thought it was about time to tell you about Jingle's favorite toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas my boss, John, and his wife, Karen came over with Ellie, their dog. Ellie was new to their family at the time and it was the first time that Jingle, Holly and Peewee got to meet her. They really got along well and the cats and dog even went as far as getting each other Christmas gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie was very thoughtful and got a Christmas bag full of a variety of toys that the three cats could share and enjoy. In that bag was this adorable fuzzy green ball, the same colour as my car, and Jingle immediately grabbed it and ran away with it. It was an adorable sight to see since the ball is the same size as her head but boy, did she love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the rest of the holidays, Jingle continued to dominate this toy and Mom, Dad, Holly, Peewee and I all decided that it was definately one of the toys Jingle should keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Jingle has many toys, and most of them she plays with often but this toy in particular I find everywhere in the apartment. If I go to the bathroom, Jingle runs for the toy then jumps up on my lap until I'm done, happily chewing on the ball and sometimes my legs the whole time. If I have a bath, she grabs her toy then curls up with it by the tub until I get out. She sleeps with it between her arms during the day and lately, every morning I wake up with it by my head. She takes it to the litter box with her too. Leaves it carefully by the door and then grabs on her way back. If I try to pick it up, she comes out of nowhere and takes it back (even if I was just picking it up to take it to her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; toy that Jingle has that has never made it into her water bowl. I know that may sound strange to you but to me, it just says how much she loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, with all the attention the toy gets, it's starting to look rough. This once adorably furry green ball with little ribbon loops has been pulled apart, ripped, stretched out. To show how much love a cat can have for a toy, I thought I'd give you all a picture of it's current state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this intrigues me so much because we all had a toy when we were kids that we couldn't part with and I'm sure for most of us, we still haven't parted with them. For me, it was Pillow and Blanket (who still resides on my bed). For my sister it was Buddy (who I believe sleeps between her and her husband, Adam). To see that the same love can be had by a cat is charming and since Jingle is my little girl, I think it's a toy I will never get rid of. No matter how ripped up it gets, how many pieces it winds up in, I will always keep that toy as a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4213628216818770905?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4213628216818770905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4213628216818770905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4213628216818770905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4213628216818770905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/jingles-favorite-toy.html' title='Jingle&apos;s favorite toy!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzizXXp6tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FaLX71BKRZY/s72-c/SSA50584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8834471664476742708</id><published>2007-05-29T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:39:52.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Mommy's little helper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzfsXXp6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4vqGz1EXrIw/s1600-h/SSA50582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070173233792805570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzfsXXp6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4vqGz1EXrIw/s200/SSA50582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you all now that Mommy works a lot but now with the way she set up her home office, I can actually sit and help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has this great filing cabinet now that is metal and cool and I love to climb up on it when Mommy is at her computer and watch her or watch the birds out the window. And when she needs something out of the cabinet, I just reach down and grab it for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took a picture of me up there and I thought I'd show it too you all. It's actually a pretty good picture of me, even if I am a little camera shy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as Mommy's newest (and only) assistant, here in a lovely picture for you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jingle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8834471664476742708?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8834471664476742708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8834471664476742708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8834471664476742708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8834471664476742708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/mommys-little-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s little helper.'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RlzfsXXp6sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4vqGz1EXrIw/s72-c/SSA50582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3748234033441407545</id><published>2007-05-29T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:56:16.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Spiderman 3 is a hit!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this could be just a post of ramblings to most of you since I think you need to be a pretty crazy sort of person to like all of those Comic Book movies but... I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stole my friends 10 year old daughter who loved the frist two movies and we went to go see it last friday. It was awesome. What an end to the trilogy. I hadn't seen many previews so I wasn't quite sure who the villans were supposed to be but low and behold.... two of my favorites!! Sandman, who is basically a great guy with a lot of bad luck and my favorite Spiderman villian of all, the evil, awful, pure Stan Lee genious of Venom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Venom was pretty hot too. Kind of a Topher Grace fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you that haven't seen it and even sort of enjoyed the first I definately recommend the third. In my opinion, the best yet! Fair warning though if you are going with kids, this part of the trilogy should have never been rated PG. It is considerably more violent and gory than the first two (doesn't bother me at all but I was feeling a little guilty that I had a ten year old girl with me). Although young Jessica loved the movie, no all kids are as mature as her s they may find it rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have kids or are leaving them at home, then I think you'll enjoy it. Besides, who doesn't enjoy the occasional film meant purely to show off the latest CG effects, great looking guys in tights or costumes with added muscle, some hot kisses, and some strange basic resemblance of a plot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Tia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3748234033441407545?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3748234033441407545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3748234033441407545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3748234033441407545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3748234033441407545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-is-hit.html' title='Spiderman 3 is a hit!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6815897463874892785</id><published>2007-05-29T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:06:20.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Party at my house!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone, don't let mom see this post, but mommy is heading to Ottawa for a couple of days next week to visit Grandma and Grandpa and she said she trusted me to stay by myself!!!  It's so great being two now.  And she promised to take lots of pictures of Grandma and Grandpa's new place for me to see so I'll probably put some on the site for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, since she trusts me so much, I'm having a party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so much fun so however wants to come, come!!  Mommy just stocked the bar for all you grown up cats (I don't like the stuff, but maybe some of you do).  And she has lots of CD's for us to listen to.  I've just recently started to figure out how to turn the TV on and off (seems I just need to step on this little red button on the remote) so I'm sure I figure out how to get a cd going.   And mommy has lots of movies for us to watch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if we all work together, I think we could even get the patio door open and BBQ dinner.  I always wondered what my food would taste like BBQ'd.  Mommy's always smells so good when she comes back in.  Just no one try to jump off the balcony, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Holly and Peewee won't be able to come.  Mommy will know something is up if she gets to their place and they suddenly leave but any other cats are welcome to come.  Uncle Chuki, I'd love to see you there, besides, I probably need a grown cat to help me out in case things get crazy.  And Ollie, I could sure use you to make sure things get crazy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell Mommy.  Maybe she won't update the page until she comes back and by then, I'll have shown her that I can have friends over and not ruin anything so she won't be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no need to bring anything unless you have a favorite toy you just can't leave home without.  But the bed is big and couches are comfy so lots of places to stay.  We have lots of water since I can turn on the tap in the kitchen.  We may have to put up with a crazy little box if lots of people show up but hey, we're all friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and mommy just stocked up on lots of chicken and fish and even bought shrimp so plenty of food (hope she makes money in Ottawa to refill her freezer...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;Jingle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6815897463874892785?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6815897463874892785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6815897463874892785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6815897463874892785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6815897463874892785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/party-at-my-house.html' title='Party at my house!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8405189905089343065</id><published>2007-05-16T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:56:30.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What does Heaven taste like?</title><content type='html'>There are a few times in all our lives that we get that rare chance to taste "heaven". For me, I experienced it over the Mother's Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to have my parents come visit me from Merrickville over the weekend so that I could still see my Mom on mother's day (well, close to at least, the left saturday to see my sister in Mississauga and celebrate her birthday as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here we decided one night to postpone dinner and check out the newest dessert place in my neighbourhood, the Marble Slab Creamery! I'm telling you, this place is sinful, but good. It's an ice cream shop that will customize your ice cream and make it fresh right in front of you. You can buy cones (homemade waffle cones to be exact), get your ice cream in bowls (for those afraid to drip on their clothes like I did) or order a quart to take home for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents shared a strawberry ice cream which was basically a delicious vanilla ice cream with the largest chunks of fresh strawberries I have ever seen. Me however, I decided that I was not going to care about calories, fat content, sugar, anything! I was going to enjoy my parents company, celebrate their visit and spoil us with a great dessert (which Dad promptly insisted on paying for, Thanks, Dad!). And my choice of ice cream was heaven wrapped up in a warm waffle cone. I had their signature "Peanut Butter Crunch" ice cream. Adam, you are going to love this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This delicious concoction consists of a base of deadly chocolate ice cream with Nestle Crunch Bars and Reese Peanut Butter Cups crushed inside. Well, they said crushed but it was more like peanut butter cups quartered. Huge chocolatey chunks, had to have been the equivalent of at least two full bars of the favorite candy. With hits of the great rice crispy snap of Crunch bars. It was insanely delicious. The only problem, every day since, I want to go back for more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was my little experience of a taste of heaven while enjoying my parents wonderful company. Hopefully by the next time they visit I can get a bed for the spare room and spare my couch! Can't wait to see you guys again, Jingle and I miss you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8405189905089343065?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8405189905089343065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8405189905089343065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8405189905089343065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8405189905089343065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-does-heaven-taste-like.html' title='What does Heaven taste like?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4131520683628237777</id><published>2007-05-15T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:35:11.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chantelle!!</title><content type='html'>My sister, as wonderful as she is, is definately a busy, busy person.  With work, a husband, her friends and her online store (shameless plug in 3...2...1... sixthandelm.etsy.com), she barely has any time for herself which includes getting time to return phone calls.  I'm not complaining, I admire her for how busy she keeps herself.  But this has resulted in me, her darling wonderful sister, trying unsuccessfully 5 times to talk to her on the phone and wish her a happy birthday!  I just can't seem to catch her at home and with my busy schedule also, it's tough to find time to even try to call (plus I've been trying to find out what she wants for a gift).  And with living 2hours apart from each other, I can't just pop in and say "hi" either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Chantelle, in the hopes you find a chance to read my blog late one night, I am attempting to give you your birthday wishes here, albiet a day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, and you know Jingle loves you and with how you become more and more involved and busy, we just become more proud.  You always will be one of my greatest, closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both wanted to be able to buy you the next and last Harry Potter novel for your birthday but no one can tell us if you have preordered it already so please drop me a line, let me know so I can get your gift to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you much, hope to see you again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tia and Jingle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4131520683628237777?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4131520683628237777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4131520683628237777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4131520683628237777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4131520683628237777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-chantelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Chantelle!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-4382449601620908702</id><published>2007-05-04T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:17:02.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Gift</title><content type='html'>Mommy was working so hard during Tax Season that I thought it would be nice if I got her a gift to show her how much I love and how great a job she did. The only problem is, being a cat, I don't get much of an allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the night, while she was sleeping, I snuck out of the bedroom and thought I would borrow her credit card to go get her something. I ran into a problem though, there were so many cards in her wallet! I don't know which one is actually a credit card. And they all have these strange black strips on the back. I found one card that has mommy's picture on it but I'm pretty sure that wasn't a credit card. There was one with a cat and dog on it that I've seen her use when she buys me food, that could have been one. There's also one she uses when she buys books at Chapters. Gee this is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after pulling about a dozen cards out of Mommy's purse, I gave up. I did find some coins but not enough to buy her anything and I found a funny purple piece of paper with the number 10 on it too but I don't know what to do with that. I decided the purple paper needed to go in my water bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disheartenend and defeated, I left everything scattered and jumped back into bed. When we woke up this morning though, funny enough, Mommy was quite upset for some reason. I guess the purple paper really shouldn't have gotten wet and I guess teeth marks on the cards are not a good thing. I know she made a few phone calls today to ask the banks for replacement cards so I guess I broke something in the process. She wasn't really mad at me, I think she knew what I was trying to do for her but she was a little frustrated. At least she laughed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe next time I'll find a better way to show her my love and thanks. Maybe some snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-4382449601620908702?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/4382449601620908702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=4382449601620908702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4382449601620908702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/4382449601620908702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/mommys-gift.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-273159424356877154</id><published>2007-05-01T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:56:52.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Holy Tax Season!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew! It's over! Tax Season is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everyone for not posting for a while, the last few weeks have been non-stop, late nights and craaaazy! But that's the nature of tax season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle and I are back at least. I think Jingle is very happy that tax season is over. She's hardly seen me in weeks. She stopped coming into the office at night to see if I was heading to bed and just started going to bed without me even! But today, she was back to her old self, cuddly, talkative and cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle will post you all tomorrow with an update on herself but I just wanted to make sure you all knew I didn't fall off the face of the earth. We're alive, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta hit the sack, but look for Jingle's post tomorrow and we'll keep this site up to date now (at least until next April we will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed you all!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Tia &amp;amp; Jingle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-273159424356877154?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/273159424356877154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=273159424356877154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/273159424356877154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/273159424356877154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-tax-season.html' title='Holy Tax Season!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-1531668547435536574</id><published>2007-04-11T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:38:12.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Get the parent's blogging!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay everyone, this is a campaign! A campaign to get my parents blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in a previous blog, our family is about to be spread all across Ontario, and it pretty well sucks. But it's for good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little history... My sister and I grew up in London Ontario with our parents. We became adults, graduated, got jobs. My job took me to Niagara for a few years, Chantelle's took her to Toronto (okay so it was actually Oakville, then Mississauga but it's all the same thing really). So we were kind of forced to abandon the nest and leave Mom and Dad all alone in London. This was tough since our family is so close but they were the right moves to make and we were all happy in our respective cities. The nice thing was that Niagara and Toronto are only about two hours away from London so we were able to visit home often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work just brought me back to London finally in October of 2006. I found a great, beautiful apartment in the best part of London (go Masonville!!!!) and it was right around the corner from my parents (0.4 kms to be exact). Couldn't be more perfect. Well, around the same time, my Dad was offered a two year contract with work in Ottawa (well, Ottawa area, far away nonetheless). So tough times again. I finally come home and the parents run away. Think they're trying to tell me something? Nah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a whirlwind, off Dad goes to Ottawa while Mom stays to sell the house and prepare to move and this Friday, they officially move. Instead of the two hours driving to visit, it's now six!! Plus, Chantelle and Adam, Mom and Dad, and I are all really busy right now in our lives so leaving for a weekend is not always possible. Chantelle had the original idea to start a blog so family and friends could stay in touch and that's why I recently started my blog. The goal now is to convince my parents to become Bloggers as well so that we can keep up on what's happening in their lives and continue to see Holly and Peewee grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think that Mom and Dad, aka Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. T should start their own blog, post a comment here! I'll add them up, compile them in a report and prove to my parents that it's a great thing to do. So help out the family, vote for a parental blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-1531668547435536574?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/1531668547435536574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=1531668547435536574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1531668547435536574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/1531668547435536574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/04/get-parents-blogging.html' title='Get the parent&apos;s blogging!!!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-8133480662438250191</id><published>2007-04-10T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:18:34.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>24, Survivor, American Idol, what's your favorite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, for me actually, most of those current running shows are recorded on my PVR in the hopes I can catch up after tax season. I don't really get a lot of time to watch TV during tax season. Nature of the business and I do it willing (hey, it's only four months of my year! The rest is easy going).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle however is a MAJOR couch potato. And I don't just mean she'll sort of pay attention to the TV, she cries at it until I turn it on for her. Needless to say, I've become very accustomed to the background noise in the living room while I'm working in the office. It's too the point where if I turn on the TV, no matter where Jingle is hiding, she runs to the TV to see if it's something she likes. She then either squats in front of the TV and watches the whole show, or goes back to her nap somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle does have her favorite shows. She loves 24, especially if I turn on the surround sound. She is really getting into Dancing With The Stars. I think its the good music and bright colours whizzing around the screen. All three CSI's are a top choice also. She's not a big fan of reality shows though. Finds them boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, she loves movies. Disney movies are a big one, her favorite there being Finding Nemo (nothing like adorable brightly coloured talking fish to amuse a cat!). She really enjoys The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy and will actually sit through the whole 4 hour extended version (although she may leave for a pee break, small bladder you know). She even paws the screen when there is a close up of Legolas! Did the same with Pirates of the Caribbean too and almost any Ewan McGregor movie she paws him. A cat after my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ultimate favorite TV viewing experience to date though, HARRY POTTER!!! Just like her Mommy, only worse. I do love the Harry Potter movies but any movie will grow a little old if watched constantly. How constantly do you ask? Well, just about every night for the past year and a half I have to put on a Harry Potter movie in the bedroom while I fall asleep. Yes, I said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Jingle insists on sleeping on the bed with me (sorry in advance to my future, currently unknown husband!). But she likes to fall asleep to the TV, thus, Harry Potter, every night. It gets better though. I set the TV timer to turn off every night (hey, I'm energy conscious!) and if it turns off before Jingle has fallen asleep, she'll cry and paw me until I wake up and turn it on again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds far fetched, but family will know. This is true! I have tried not putting the movie on and after a few minutes, Jingle gives up crying and leaves the bedroom. I won't see her all night. So I cave, and watch the movies every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some proof if you still don't believe me (yes, that's a chipmunk and Finding Nemo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhxhQXCNQJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a8Q5MJ97RU8/s1600-h/SSA50560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052019815691927698" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhxhQXCNQJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a8Q5MJ97RU8/s320/SSA50560.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhxhQXCNQKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LbMoYpJxi2g/s1600-h/SSA50556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052019815691927714" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhxhQXCNQKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LbMoYpJxi2g/s320/SSA50556.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MEOW!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Sigh* Yes, Jingle I'm heading to bed, and I'll put on your movie... Goodnight folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-8133480662438250191?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/8133480662438250191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=8133480662438250191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8133480662438250191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/8133480662438250191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/04/24-survivor-american-idol-whats-your.html' title='24, Survivor, American Idol, what&apos;s your favorite?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhxhQXCNQJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a8Q5MJ97RU8/s72-c/SSA50560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-3592209908214877479</id><published>2007-04-10T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:29:31.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasting Time On The Net'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm a Cyborg?</title><content type='html'>So I'm browising my sisters wonderful blog (shameless plug in 3, 2, 1, .... &lt;a href="http://sixthandelm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sixthandelm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and she had this post about a website where you type in your name and you become a cyborg! Well, something like that. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;http://cyborg.namedecoder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought I would check it out and ran my name and Jingle's. Well, mine was pretty boring (I think you need a long name for this to be effective) but I like my "picture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhvI6XCNQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CJyssiZn-zo/s1600-h/genic-TIA.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051852311967383666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhvI6XCNQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CJyssiZn-zo/s320/genic-TIA.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle's however, well, anyone who has a cat will know this is perfect for most cats but anyone that knows Jingle, this is her to a tee eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhvI6nCNQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/RFAJpoRaovE/s1600-h/riona-JINGLE.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051852316262350978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhvI6nCNQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/RFAJpoRaovE/s320/riona-JINGLE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of Cyborg are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-3592209908214877479?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/3592209908214877479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=3592209908214877479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3592209908214877479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/3592209908214877479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-cyborg.html' title='I&apos;m a Cyborg?'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/RhvI6XCNQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CJyssiZn-zo/s72-c/genic-TIA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-6060993952123280499</id><published>2007-04-10T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:18:42.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><title type='text'>I'm in trouble again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I did it again, I got in trouble. Mommy came home for lunch and saw what I did and this time got pretty upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. See, Mommy works hard and is usually gone all day. It's nice to have the peace and quiet and sunshine to nap and tan but sometime I get a little bored. I realized when I was young (well, younger) that it was really fun to drop my toys in my water bowl. They made these funny little splashes and I could push them around the water with my paw. It keeps me amused. And the little plastic springs are no fun, it has to be the soft plushy toys. Well, this has continually gotten me in a little hot water (no pun intended) with Mommy because the plushy toys tend to soak up most of my water. Mommy would fill my water, leave for work and then come home at night to find only an inch of water left in my bowl and a fat, soaked, fake mouse. I admit, I feel bad that Mommy almost always has a toy on the kitchen sink to dry and some of the toys I've done this to haven't survived drying. Mommy got me a kitty water fountain in the hopes that it would stop my antics but instead, I clogged up the motor and it died. So I'm back to a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I made a big mistake and because of it, Mommy was mad at me. I dropped a mouse in my water again but I forgot it was a Catnip mouse and it started to turn my water this awful brown colour throughout the day. And I tried to drink some water after and it was so gross! Let me tell you, catnip infused room tempurature water is not pleasant. So thankfully Mommy came home for lunch today. I was so thirsty by this time and she cleaned out my bowl, set the mouse by the sink to dry and gave me fresh water but she still wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's back at work now but when she gets home I'm going to give her a big snuggles (that's what we call our hugs and kisses) and I know she won't be mad after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've learned my lesson from this. It wasn't fun not having water and she always leave the toilet seats down and never leaves glasses out so I was getting pretty desperate. But then again, it's still so much fun! I guess we'll just have to wait and see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-6060993952123280499?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/6060993952123280499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=6060993952123280499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6060993952123280499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/6060993952123280499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-trouble-again.html' title='I&apos;m in trouble again!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417655227436753308.post-74559927253214186</id><published>2007-04-09T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:19:56.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wow, Day One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rhr6RXCNQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zP76s4JwAcE/s1600-h/Jingle+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051625108197425250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rhr6RXCNQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zP76s4JwAcE/s320/Jingle+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Mom! I entered the world of Blogging finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was about time I decided to keep up with the real world and learn a new internet craze. Plus, I felt I finally needed a way to better celebrate my pride and joy, my sweet little girl, Ringo Jingle Bells (see blog name!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you about my little girl Jingle. She's just shy of 7lbs. About a foot and a half long, about to turn two (on April 24th), and as soft as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that she's a miniature tabby cat? And she's featured above! Ain't she cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, another cat crazy nut! Well, actually, I more felt that I should start a blog because in a few days, my family (aka my best friends) are going to be spread from London, Ontario, to Mississauga, to Ottawa. It's only for a few years but until we are all back together, I thought a blog would be a great way to let the family know what's happening in my end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the blog name came about because I couldn't really figure out what to name the blog (how do you name blogs?) and while burning a few brain cells on this ponder, my dear little cat jumped up on my lap. I took it as a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome all to my blog! I'm going to try to keep this updated often and keep you informed on my life, my ramblings, my cat, and my end of the world (otherwise known as London, Ontario). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6417655227436753308-74559927253214186?l=jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/feeds/74559927253214186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6417655227436753308&amp;postID=74559927253214186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/74559927253214186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6417655227436753308/posts/default/74559927253214186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinglebelltremblay.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-day-one.html' title='Wow, Day One!'/><author><name>"Jingle"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952914520392520685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/SkrMUnA-RcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lLcxm0mxhFg/S220/IMG_0833.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xcM1k0T_lk/Rhr6RXCNQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zP76s4JwAcE/s72-c/Jingle+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
