<?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-3201270072617657027</id><updated>2011-09-26T16:26:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Golden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-4818875790639123990</id><published>2011-09-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:26:08.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The king of sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4m3lr2DRbSA/ToEIhsKyRHI/AAAAAAAAADw/mpvlMGF5k0s/s1600/Mike%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4m3lr2DRbSA/ToEIhsKyRHI/AAAAAAAAADw/mpvlMGF5k0s/s320/Mike%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656811981839156338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;onight  I feel so overwhelmed in the best way possible, that you were my  partner in crime for all those years . Since you've been gone I know you  have seen such a wave of great and equally awful things come about in  my life and for the first time I can put aside the feeling of missing  you and just be so very thankful that I had so many precious moments  with you . I'm crying of course because I want to hear your voice and  experience life with you in it the way I've always known.  Tonight  feels different ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I now believe you were my teacher , my master of sunshine , and that if I don't learn fully the lessons we  spent so many years learning together then I'll have let you down . It was always  amazing how much you believed in me , and I cannot let you down. Not talking about business or success in the world all that I think I can  figure out on my own. You are my greatest source of learning about love , which  in all its forms makes the world go round . Learning to love myself as  much as I should ( and I'm overestimating as you would encourage ). Learning to give love to others always , but the most important to you  .....learning to give my heart , what you saw as so precious only to   someone who really deserves it and treasures it .  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I love you with all my heart . You are a gift in my life and no day goes by I won't treasure you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-4818875790639123990?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/4818875790639123990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/09/king-of-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/4818875790639123990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/4818875790639123990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/09/king-of-sunshine.html' title='The king of sunshine'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4m3lr2DRbSA/ToEIhsKyRHI/AAAAAAAAADw/mpvlMGF5k0s/s72-c/Mike%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-2777374842586906009</id><published>2011-08-15T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:02:27.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXmoMzmQPcc/Tkn3RCEFz1I/AAAAAAAAADo/aHuqkNCo9es/s1600/ggc%2Bgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXmoMzmQPcc/Tkn3RCEFz1I/AAAAAAAAADo/aHuqkNCo9es/s320/ggc%2Bgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641311880242122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of inspiration and loveliness Amie and I started a little  project that became much more than we ever imagined .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of looking for the best tanning accesorries we threw our hands up in the air . "  We have to do this ourselves " we said unison " damn " ( again in  unison with cheeky smiles ) . Finding a company to make a  product for you that you LOVE and have confidence in is no easy fete ,  especially for two little street squirrels like Amie and I . Determined  as ever we set out on our next golden adventure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samples were ordered from LA to the UK for the next year.  We tried every single  one . Next  came the look of our very own product line . We searched for   vintage photos of models and nothing tickled our fancy . We sought out a  designer and thought to create a logo and use that, nope he wasn't getting our vision . Then late one night.... a spark ! Let's show real  golden girls , with beauty radiating from her  photograph to the story of her life !!  We reached out to our  circle of ladies and asked for pics for a top secret project . The pics starting pouring in along with tidbits on the  girls . "YESSSSSS !!!! " we squealed when we saw Jeannie and Colleen our  first two Golden Girls . We teamed up with the most fabulous graphic  designer with the perfect eye for our vision ( who's also a foxy redhead  which makes her even more lovable ! ) She worked her magic and our  girls leapt off the photographs , onto our bottles and into our hearts. Allow  us a sec to share a peek into their lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/GOLDEN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie Ruzgis a  bold bohemian beauty was the oldest of 7 children . At the age of 16 she  began modeling for local stores and soon found herself with a  blossoming career.  As the oldest of 7 she found herself in the role of  babysitter quite often and modeling was her outlet . Notes from her  mother explained she was always hanging out with artistic bohemian types  . Shortly after her modeling began it had to come to a halt . Jeannie's  father had a sudden blot clot and died instantly . Her mother had just  given birth to her youngest son . There was no life insurance , a family  business to run, and 6 siblings to help care for. Jeannie had to shift  from boho chic model  to mommy in training. Four years later things  settled down and Jeannie set her sights on a modeling career in Italy !  Her career flourished there and she even fell in love ! In her late  twenties Jeannie was diagnosed with breast cancer in Rome ,Italy . The  disease ended up calling Jeannie to heaven but a very important piece of  Jeannie was passed on to her niece Natalie Jean (though they never met )  . Natalie's grandma describes Natalie as a mini Jeannie and from our  observations it's quite true. Natalie is a smart, sassy, driven ,  lively, gorgeous girl and a major up and coming talent in the Chicago  hair scene. She works in a gem of a salon ( Red 7 salon ) in Chicago's  River North neighborhood and we expect years of inspiration ahead from  Miss Natalie . When Natalie showed her grandma ( Jeannie's momma) our  creation she was moved that Jeannie finally " made it " as a model  after all these years .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the great fortune of personally  knowing our next golden girl Colleen Lehtonen . From the moment we met I  was enamored . This woman was the epitome of a Golden Girl . Strong ,  beautiful , loving , intelligent , confident, she was everything I dreamt moms were  supposed to be . She has two beautiful children and one grandchild that gave her  life such meaning . Everything revolved around them but in a way that  was endearing without being overbearing . A few months after we  met Colleen was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time . Her  family was rocked to the core and I'm sure Colleen was too , but she  didn't show it . She was the portrait of  courage and faith ...her  family's rock . She was amazing .  The more ill she became the more  beautiful she was to me .  She focused on her faith and her love for her  children . Anyone who knows  Colleen can probably still hear her infectious laugh , it could fill a  room with sunshine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this leg of our adventure began with two  girls and as you could imagine we can't stop with  sharing just two  stories . As the Golden Girls keep pouring in we will do our best to  share their stories full of sunshine with you . Til next time ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Golden,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-2777374842586906009?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/2777374842586906009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/08/golden-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/2777374842586906009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/2777374842586906009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/08/golden-girls.html' title='Golden Girls'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXmoMzmQPcc/Tkn3RCEFz1I/AAAAAAAAADo/aHuqkNCo9es/s72-c/ggc%2Bgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-5744136751477109343</id><published>2011-08-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:00:15.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks</title><content type='html'>Dear Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m5BgKgTsMA/Tj9spM5LjVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IseST6jKfrs/s1600/Unnamed%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m5BgKgTsMA/Tj9spM5LjVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IseST6jKfrs/s320/Unnamed%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638344713582644562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98,99,100 oh hey duck what up? me ..what the hell ?... you ..I'm working out  sit ups bro for the chicks.. me .. mike it's 7am ...you ..haha got yo ass !  As much as I pretended to hate those good morning wake up calls , I secretly loved them . You were always coming up with something to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you got your first car that you LOVED ? I lived in some lady's house at the time and was super sad. You picked me up . You were so happy you took all your sunshine and threw it on my mess of a life . You were my knight in a shiny Le baron.  We listened to Jermaine Dupri " the ferrari and jaguar switchin four lanes with the top down screaming out money ain't a thing " and Mike for those moments it didn't matter . I smiled , I laughed , I breathed . I didn't feel like my world was falling apart. You managed to do that to me for years , when I had nothing to be sunny about you would find something to give me . A smile , a song , a hug , a freakin pizza roll , whatever made me smile. I am beside myself that I couldn't do the same for you in the end . Anyway that's another letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I called you with " I'm moving to Michigan , I'm moving to Miami , I'm moving to Chicago ?" I remember the seconds between your responses , the sound of your voice , the thoughts in your head. But you never said  don't go . You were always my biggest fan even when you hated the plays I was making . You loved me so much you wanted me to be happy even if it broke your heart. You are a fabulous man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left all I heard was " Jenn you were the love of his life ." " Jenn it was always you " " he would've dropped anything at anytime to be with you " " Jenn you and Mike had something very special ." And they are all right . It's taken me almost 6 months to allow myself to allow myself to think about you being gone . Hell I went to my big brothers wedding the day after your funeral my brain was in emotional overload. After I flew home to my big old city all alone .Can you believe Chris got married ? He's really happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your mom is sad for a million reasons like we all are . She wanted you have the experience of being married and having kids and it seems like you never got to , but in a way you did ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my love . For years . You better LOVE hearing this confession, I can see you smiling right now ..RUDE ! We spent days upon days together , what 12 years before I started moving away ? We picked out ducks  for your bathroom . You were so excited about that place . Remember calling  Jennifer Hellwig over the Walmart intercom ?? I wanted to die , but I secretly loved it and you caught me laughing hysterically in the aisles looking for you . That's one of my favorite stories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had Jaidyn . She is your sisters little girl but you loved her like she was your own . You did get to feel that father &amp;amp; daughter bond for 5 years  . ( He really did Hilda ) I know you got to experience so much love during your life and that makes me happy in my really bad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you saying " damn we're old dirty"  before I turned 30 this year. The age we would get married if I didn't let some DUCK get to me first right ?  I've spent 30 years blocking out memories and  I remember EVERYTHING about us...which I totally blame on you by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every wedding , BBQ , holiday party , club, restaurant , Orlando trip , casino boat , Storm game ,Bucs game , clearwater beach moment and I gotta tell you my heart hurts like hell . Remember when I made my first pro dance team ? Not Storm ..the Thunderdawgs !! You were there cheering me on . Remember ? You were so excited " Dude you know how many chicks I'm gonna pull now that you're a cheerleader ? You saw a second of disappointment in my eye " Got yo ass " You could never hurt my feelings and you probably had every reason to . Why the hell did you love me so much ? Why the hell didn't we ever just come out and say it to each other ? We both knew , hell everyone knew ,but we never wanted to cross that line. We were like scared little bunnies. I know you never understood that and hearing it out loud at your funeral really made me ache inside. I should've explained it to you but I didn't understand it myself I guess. Now I have a better idea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike I never could risk losing you in my life . You were my anchor, my home, my comfort, my endzone dance . The people, places and things in my life would come and be gone so quickly . Not you .You were the man I always wanted and you were right in front of me I just couldn't risk you . The bet was too high . I haven't told you enough how much I love you . I love you . To be honest it's hard to think about because you aren't here , in a way you're still everywhere I am . I know I am very luck for that. I got a duck tattoo to remind me because you know I forget things.  I haven't decided if you'll kill me for inking my body again or if you're doing the squirrel up there knowing we will always be together ? My guess is both .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is in Chicago now . He's a good man Mike. I really do think you would like him even though you are convinced all the guys I date are ducks . Send him some encouragement. I do all but pack his bags for him on a regular basis and it's not too fair . I'm really hurting . Your family is hurting babes . They are doing their best but I can feel it through the phone and so can they . I felt better hearing their voices today though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what !! The Windy City Ducky Derby is this week . Amie and I have a team in your name and people buy up to 30,000 ducks and they race on the Chicago River for charity . Can you imagine all those ducks ? Are you laughing your ass off at me right now ? Whatever I know you are and I don't care it's gonna be fun . I know you'll be there so I'm even more excited ! For now I'll focus on that and Golden Girl and the future and know you're in it with me . With every step I take . The right foot forward . Sleep tight sweetheart ...thank you for teaching me about love ...until next time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-5744136751477109343?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/5744136751477109343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/08/ducks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/5744136751477109343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/5744136751477109343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/08/ducks.html' title='Ducks'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--m5BgKgTsMA/Tj9spM5LjVI/AAAAAAAAACg/IseST6jKfrs/s72-c/Unnamed%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-2261735496662534438</id><published>2011-02-02T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:42:02.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...Set...Jump !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TUpoynJoSSI/AAAAAAAAABw/IS1oQV4H9NI/s1600/Unnamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TUpoynJoSSI/AAAAAAAAABw/IS1oQV4H9NI/s320/Unnamed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569379107909159202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TUpfuZxNGJI/AAAAAAAAABo/G6Wp7PMWFhg/s1600/Unnamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We're here !" proclaims the captain as we reach the middle of the ocean somewhere off the coast of Mexico.  Wait a minute , I just paid 450 pesos for my first snorkeling adventure on my first time ever out of the country and I'm jumping into the middle of nowhere ?Oh geez where is the beautiful lagoon you see in the movies where you can park it on a rock if you need a break ? This is not what I expected , and therein lies the beauty of what was ahead of me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ready senorita?" I look at my new sweet Mexican friend with a tinge of panic in my eyes and tell us both a little lie " I'm always ready senor."So the real shame of this story is I am in fact a Floridian and a Cuban at that . I was raised in and around water yet I always had a fear of it and my swimming skills leave much to be desired . I turn my head and see the face of my best friend who ten minutes before gave me the pep talk.  I'd already spent the money and I damn sure don't like wasting money so I'd be snorkeling today she said. I take one second to decide. Do I step in or jump? Then I smacked myself with my inner voice that can almost annoy me at times. " When the hell do you just dip your little toe in life's water Jenn , jump already you jackwagon !" I look at my Mexican friend, then at the ocean and I do it.... I jump !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split second I panic . I realize I have no control over this scenario and I'd have to trust everyone else around me to get back safely on that boat. This is no easy feat for an I can do it myself kinda girl like me . I try and catch my breath. Pedro the picture police is feverishly attempting to snap the picture I'd already knew I'd buy to have physical proof of this epic event and he desperately needs to sell. Amie's sassing Pedro just a bit " give her a second she's never jumped in a damn ocean ."I knew then and there I was fine. This girl would punch a shark in the nose for me , god I love her !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on you would've thought I was Nemo . Swimming around with my little mask and snorkel , taking it all in . Gosh this was cool and so quiet and calm . I wanted to be the last one on the boat now. All I could do in those moments alone was think. I thought about all the amazing changes that have been happening in my life lately . I'm the damn CEO of me . I'm my own boss and I work with my best friends. I have the greatest man in my life who adores me and who I love . I get to dance and get paid for it . I have great friends and family who somehow enjoy my nuttiness ....and Zeus ! My dream puppy who everyday teaches me about unconditional love and patience . Then life seemed as clear as the ocean below me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can have it all . Love, a career, great friends, your dream life . It may not always happen as soon as you'd like but if you just be patient , sooner or later your time will come and you just have one thing to do ...JUMP !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-2261735496662534438?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/2261735496662534438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/02/readysetjump.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/2261735496662534438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/2261735496662534438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2011/02/readysetjump.html' title='Ready...Set...Jump !'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TUpoynJoSSI/AAAAAAAAABw/IS1oQV4H9NI/s72-c/Unnamed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-3696853953725315415</id><published>2010-12-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:38:33.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TPybPbsw16I/AAAAAAAAAAk/E22SF2vBIrE/s1600/rb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TPybPbsw16I/AAAAAAAAAAk/E22SF2vBIrE/s320/rb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547479530449459106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course it had to be the force that is facebook to inspire me to open up some old doors and reflect. After seeing person after person change their profile pics to cartoons I read further to see what the fuss was about . Turns out it's a movement to raise awareness about child abuse. There they were.... those two words that cut like a knife ..CHILD ABUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside I had it all . Head cheerleader dates the star football player , homecoming court la de da the usual right ? Little did anyone know what was going on at home . When you have such hatred aimed at you especially from your parent you don't want to admit it to yourself let alone tell anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the first time my mother punched me in the face. I'm not talking a slap .I mean  draw back , lean into it,and boom Mike Tyson style TKO right to the jaw. I was so stunned that I just stared at her . She looked at me and smiled  " well what do you have to say now ?" and I  asked her "why are you doing this to me ?" I'll never forget her response " you're everything I wanted to be and I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship would never be repaired . With her words spoken out loud it confirmed the thoughts constantly in my head . Our relationship wasn't normal but I never knew normal until I'd hear other kids  tell stories about their parents and they sure didn't sound like mine. I  could write page after page of  TKO moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout high school  we began to move around ..ALOT. First to an apartment then it was a different hotel every few days..and we aren't talking Trump Tower ..more like Hojo's , Red Roofs, and Aladdin Inns to name some personal favorites . My brother and I used to joke about where we'd be living today after school,I think being silly kept us sane. I would walk the halls with a smile on my face and dread the bell ringing because that meant I'd have to go home ...wherever home was that day. At night I'd lie awake thinking someone has got to find out ..what will they think..what will they say at school , where would we go if I tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took years before I asked for help and it was out of utter exhaustion . A moving company  came one day while we were at school to take our stuff to our next dream house.The thing about movers is they want their money and if they don't get it you don't get your stuff back . It figures I had to wear my worst outfit that day! I was so tired from being up all night worrying . Where we would be living next and how will we pay the bills ? Dammitt Jenn ! How many times have we done this? Don't you know to have your good clothes on just in case ! I was so mad at ME for not thinking a step ahead . Day after day the movers never came. I'd ask where our stuff was until I got a nice beatdown to put an end to my constant questioning. I called my dad to tell him we had no clothes and he sure wished he could help but he didn't know what he could do being so far away. A phone call to my aunt and finally relief ...someone was going to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand what makes a person able to harm their children, but I'll always understand what it's like to be afraid to speak up . I teach kids now and it's by far the best thing that's ever happened to me . I'm at school 30 minutes early and I tend to stay 30 minutes late , because I love these kids . I love hearing their little stories and giving them time to talk because I know one of them could be going through hell and in that case there's no place like home.&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-3696853953725315415?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/3696853953725315415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/3696853953725315415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/3696853953725315415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TPybPbsw16I/AAAAAAAAAAk/E22SF2vBIrE/s72-c/rb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-8060865026310956549</id><published>2010-07-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:21:53.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of a puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TDYXNs1unFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ykhmUn2UWEM/s1600/zeus+n+jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TDYXNs1unFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ykhmUn2UWEM/s320/zeus+n+jenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491602319767149650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quest for living my most Golden life in January I made the leap and rescued a sweet puppy named Zeus. He is the most consistently loving force that I've ever had in my almost 30 years . Everyday when I open the door and he's smiling at me the stresses of life as a city bunny escape me and I'm finally "home", which for those who know me well know has been a longtime desire of mine...making a real home for myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this being said about 6 months into our life together a good friend noticed Zeus limping. After visits to any vet referral I could get he was diagnosed with Hip Dysplacia ...at 6 months !! This commonly happens in much older dogs however Zeus was born with this genetic imperfection. Countless hours and phone calls to vets, vet schools, friends, humane society's , the pope ( ok maybe not the pope) anywhere I could get advice and the final answer is for him to have a total hip replacement.Total hip replacements run for about $4-$6,000! After my initial bout of anxiety over the financial aspects of such treatment I had to chuckle for 1.2 seconds.If this isn't a perfect match for my child I don't know what is ( I've had a new tendon placed in my knee and broken foot in less than 3 years !)We are related !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm faced with the reality as a parent to a furry friend of how to pay for our predicament. I promised myself and my buddy the first day we met that I would be the best pup mama I could be. That being said I had to get creative ..how would I come up with this amount of money? Lemonade stands, carwashes, selling my shoes ...think Jenny think! Then I remembered a quote I heard years ago and it rang true to me for so many reasons.. " It takes a village to raise a child." I have been fortunate in my life to have so many people step in and help me throughout my life which has been without much parental involvement. Why not draw from the  formula that I'm accustomed to ? That's where you all come in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our business is spreading sunshine,therefore in the name of All Things Golden we are organizing a fundraiser for my little doodlebug Zeus. Details are coming very soon..there will be tans, friends and fun involved. So to all in my village thank you in advance for helping me raise my child  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-8060865026310956549?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/8060865026310956549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-love-of-puppy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/8060865026310956549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/8060865026310956549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-love-of-puppy.html' title='for the love of a puppy'/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJpaVDh_EWI/TDYXNs1unFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ykhmUn2UWEM/s72-c/zeus+n+jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201270072617657027.post-4516282079858518253</id><published>2010-06-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:38:29.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;With over one million cases diagnosed each year shouldn't we start getting proactive about protecting our skin? Your skin is the largest organ on your body so when heading outdoors be sure to use sunscreen. A shot glass full is just the right amount for your entire body and don't forget to reapply! Happy Monday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3201270072617657027-4516282079858518253?l=goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/4516282079858518253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-over-one-million-cases-diagnosed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/4516282079858518253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3201270072617657027/posts/default/4516282079858518253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlchicago.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-over-one-million-cases-diagnosed.html' title=''/><author><name>Golden Girl Chicago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391648213470291076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apUQNIrst7s/Tj9Jfv2weyI/AAAAAAAAACA/El9RzBMV1bU/s220/Eddo%2BPhotography-243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
