Well, since I could not think of much better to do for this 200th entry, I will make a bit of a time line for my life- in list formation I shall not dig too deeply into anything, just some things that stick out as eventful in my life. If you object to this plan- well, go away!

- My name is Jamie. But I prefer to go by James or Bobo. I was named after my Grandfather Jim as my father was trying to make peace with him. My father was in his mid 30's and my mother was very young. So, needless to say, my Grandfather did not like the situation much. Hence, I was named Jamie to appease him.

- I was born around 1730hrs in Saint Mary's Hospital, Reno Nevada. I am 27 years old as of this writing. My family tells me that I had the hiccups through most of my mothers pregnancy, and that I popped out with them. I do get hiccups often still. Even a strange smell can do it to me.

- My earliest memory is of the first place we lived. My bedroom had 2 little steps down to it and I was given a slinky to play with. Those parts I was told by family, the only part that is my memory is of seeing that slinky go down the steps. Seems a magical memory to me, all in slow motion and such.

- My parents divorced when I was 2, then remarried almost right away again. I don't remember it of corse.

- When I was near 4 years old, we moved to California. I dont remember much of why or what not. But I do remember playing with color forms in the back seat of my mothers car for nearly the whole trip. Colorforms were my first introduction to Batman, who I still love. I got a used stack of them from a yard sale. Batman, strawberry shortcake, and others I can not remember now.

Seems like when ever I was sick home from school with my asthma, I got a new set of colorforms to play with.

- I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 2 years old. I still have it now, but it is much better then when I was little. I have been hospitalized many times and on life support for this ailment. I manage it rather well now. Have not had much trouble for a couple of years. I hated having it so much when I was little. I was always sickly. In and out of school. Seemed like every single fall I was so sick that I missed trick or treating. That is more then likely why I like dressing up for Halloween so much now.

- When I was 6 or so, we moved to Portland, Or. We lived in an apartment there for a bit. Then once the U haul apartment opened up, we moved to Vancouver, WA. My father worked for Uhaul most of my preschool and elementary years. And in case you were not aware, almost all of them have a nice little apartment upstairs for the managers family to live in above them. I spent most of my youngest years hanging round trailer beds and the store. I was paid a nickel for every 5 bolts, nails or screws I found loose in the parking lot. It was not the best paying job, but I had fun bouncing round the lot.

- While we lived in Washington, I attended tap and ballet classes and went to a private school. It's not that we were rich, just that the manager apartment was free. So it seemed as though we never had any money problems then. I do remember having this little dog there named Tinker Bell. My grandma loved him and she lived in Nevada still, so we sent him on airplane rides there for vacations. It was a good time in my life, and the beginning of the most awful.

- Just before I turned 8 we moved to Minnesota. I remember my father being very upset because we were so financially comfortable in WA. He was afraid we would not fair as well in MN. And he was right. We did buy the first house we had ever lived in. In Dover, MN. I had some happy times there. I was in love with my big wheel. Drove it round and round that town. The population was around 200 so its not like I got to go too far.

- But this fun was very short lived as my parents divorced about a year later. I remember being so very afraid. No one would tell me what was going to happen to us. My Grandparents had moved to MN shortly before we did. And I can remember quiet vividly sitting on their couch nestled up to the back of it, braiding the fringe on an afghan, crying. My Grandma was on the phone telling, I assume one of my parents, that I was a very frightened little girl, and that I understood more of what was going on then they thought I did. I suppose I did. I was very intuitive at a young age.

- My mother and I moved into an apartment and my father moved to a different town. I can remember going to the flea market with him on the weekends that he had me, to sell his things. He always felt so bad that he did not have the money to do fun things with me on the weekends. But there was nothing I enjoyed more than sitting in his little apartment, shooting rubber bands at green plastic army men with him for cheap fun. Within a year he moved back to California to live near his grandmother. I missed him terribly.

- In the mean time, my mother and I moved around alot. Always in the same town. But I lived in 11 different places from the divorce until I was in 6th grade. Often in the middle of the night, to escape some situation. I got very good at packing my little pink suitcase. There is very little I managed to hang onto through all the moves. One thing is a pink bunny that plays music. I have had him my whole life. He smells a bit musty now days though.

- Those years were especially difficult for me, I am shocked I am alive still today. My mother chose very inappropriate partners after my Father. I do not wish to delve into that here though. I would rather talk about the place I lived the longest during this time.

- We lived on a farm about 5 miles out of town. I lived there for almost a year. I had never been so in the country before. My step brother and I had so much fun there. We built forts and dug up cow bones like there were dinosaurs. In the spring we competed to see who could capture the most fuzzy caterpillars. Many nights we would sit outside near this light and shoot at the bats as they flew by, silly, like a pellet gun could catch bat, boy we thought we were close sometimes though. He was a year older then me, and only there every other weekend, but those were the only happy times in that house. The rest were very lonely and frightening.

- Half way through 6th grade my Mother and Father decided to get back together. So we again moved. This time to California to live with him. It was quite the growing up time for me. Plucked out of rural MN to be set in the San Fernando valley. The schools had gated locked entry, metal detectors and gaurds. Violence was all around. It was an entirely different world. I faired decently in all of it though. I excelled in school and band. Had my first real crush and kiss, unless you count a feller in kindergarten.

- The summer between 7th and 8th grade my Mother and Father decided to get divorced, for the 3rd and final time. My mother and I moved again to MN. This time into an apartment in Rochester. We lived there for a few months in 2 different places and then we moved back to St. Charles. MN. I started in a youth program called Upward bound and had a blast going places and living in dorms during the summer to attend college classes.

- A couple weeks after I turned 15 my mother gave birth to my little sister Emma. I became her main care giver for the next few months. We then moved to Las Vegas, Nv. My grandparents moved with us and we all lived in a big house together. This worked out well for baby-sitting and such.

- We only lived in Vegas for 6 months. I screwed around alot, ditched school alot more, and started smoking pot and occasionally taking various other pills folks would be doing. I had very little supervision there. Did what ever I liked for the most part. I often was down on the strip with friends until early in the morning when I would sneak back in my window. I am glad we moved away from there or I fear I would have turned out rather poorly in life.

- We moved back to Rochester, MN during the holidays that year. Things were tight financially and my mothers health was deteriorating. We lived in a very small apartment all of us. My sister did not have a room of her own. I started dating my almost ex-husband around this time. And by the summer I had moved out of my home and into his with his mother.

- He drove a pop-top vw bus and I thought he was so different. He is a very kind person and intelligent. I rejoined Upward bound and got to go on many trips through them. The best was to Chicago for a week. I made friends in that program that I will have forever. Many wonderful memories from that time in my life.

- I graduated from Mayo High School and immediately started packing and saving for my move back to California. I always loved it there best. And I missed my Father a great deal. My boyfriend and eventual husband at the time went with me. I had all these high hopes of becoming a photographer- not a Sears portrait studio type, but a freelance. I guess life just kind of sucked it all out of me. It is still a hobby of mine though that I enjoy.

- Instead I took a job as a waitress, I have almost always worked in that industry. My very first job was washing dishes when I was 14. While out there, I partied alot, maybe too much and did alot of sight seeing. I loved the beach the most, just the smell of it even. I also enjoyed all there was to do there. The art museums, parks, everything. I lived out there for 5 years that time.

- After 5 years of that, we moved back to MN, to be closer to family I guess. About 2 years after that, we decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and get married. We had been together for 10 years and it seemed like the next logical step. So we did it. I was a small thing at the house.

- Bought a house together. Same one I lost my virginity in. That is a bit odd to me. I then spent the next 2 years filling it will crap. Trying to make everything just so. The perfect little house for this happy little couple.

- Problem was, we were not a happy couple. We had fun alot. Camping, fishing, that sort of thing with his family. But very rarely did we treat each other the way those in love should. I guess we were more friends then anything else. I think we just got together way too young. I kept waiting for him to mature emotionally, he just kept waiting for me to be happy. But I never was.

- I work presently at a large coperation as a lock smith of sorts. I dont like it much, but I did meet my best friend Jen there so, I am glad I started working there. I have never had such a close friend before. We have a ton of fun just even talking.

- Move on forward to this past month. I have moved out of that house. And am going through a divorce. It is a good thing. He will be happier and so will I.

-I have met someone else that makes me happy. He is everything. And that is what life is about after all, - happiness.

- All I am, and all I can be, is before me now.