<?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-5229129075904345554</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:02:44.594-05:00</updated><category term='anxiety'/><category term='sex'/><category term='children'/><category term='treat'/><category term='protect'/><category term='God'/><category term='Motley Crue'/><category term='concert'/><category term='new'/><category term='boyfriends'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='good times'/><title type='text'>Soulwrecker</title><subtitle type='html'>Life and what it takes to make it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-2414014753872440680</id><published>2007-02-02T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:39:51.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect'/><title type='text'>WOW! Go TEXAS!!!</title><content type='html'>God Bless Texas!  I think that Texas' Governor should be commended for the way he has stepped in and taken Texas' young ladies' lives and put them moving in the right direction.  I am leaning more and more towards the Conservative side but the Liberal in me believes that parents can NOT be so dim to think that our children (mine including - I have an 8 year old daughter and a 9 year old son) don't know anything about (gasp!) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching our children to be abstinent until marriage is a wonderful, wholesome concept, but let's be real here, abstinence is not a way of life in the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is not allowed to wear &lt;em&gt;makeup&lt;/em&gt;, would not be caught in anything that Britney Spears would wear and will NOT date without my permission (along with her father's, who by the way, is a gun activate).  Even though all of the previous is true, I will not ignore that sex is out to destroy her youth.  If I don't protect her every move until she's legally out of sight, who will?&lt;br /&gt;I know my daugther knows I love her and I will continue to do so until my last breath.  I will show her every day.  The first step is protecting her health...tied in first place with her innocense.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Texas...God Bless and Keep us ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-2414014753872440680?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2414014753872440680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=2414014753872440680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/2414014753872440680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/2414014753872440680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-go-texas.html' title='WOW! Go TEXAS!!!'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-6322119122718849525</id><published>2007-01-24T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:34:44.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babyboy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IS 9 years old today.  Happy Birthday Patrick-Michael!  I miss you and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-6322119122718849525?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6322119122718849525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=6322119122718849525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/6322119122718849525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/6322119122718849525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-babyboy.html' title='My Babyboy....'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-1934572888207169642</id><published>2007-01-24T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:28:05.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;  Well, why the hell not?  I mean, people who are from distant lands see "Americans" acting LIKE tyrants and idiots and why?  For what reason? Do we, as HUMANS not see what we are doing to our world?  What will it take for all of us to rise above the anger that holds us back from agreeing on &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;  I see a President, no wait &lt;em&gt;THE &lt;/em&gt;President, trying his best to not control the country that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;his - BY THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE!  Do we really think that we all will "save the world" by disbanding our patriotism?  I don't want to hear about people not agreeing with the President of YOUR United States.  He is only trying to stand on the promises that he made at the beginning of his 1st term!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Dems really messed up in striking down the President's idea of a troop surge.  If America stands behind this idea then we are ALL in deep, deep "tish".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;As my dear old dad would have said, " Mark my words and Katie-Bar-The-Door."  I don't know what that means but I named my daughter Kaitlyn and we all call her, you guessed it, Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father raised me not to question myself and my mom still teaches me, &lt;/em&gt;to this day, &lt;em&gt;to ALWAYS trust in my own intuitions.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I had it to do all over again, I would have voted in the Presidential Elections 2000 and in 2004, and I would have voted for "Dubya".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I challenge any of you to change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-1934572888207169642?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1934572888207169642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=1934572888207169642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/1934572888207169642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/1934572888207169642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-why-not.html' title='Well why not?'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-2453177676539200174</id><published>2007-01-21T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:37:25.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...where was I going with this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/Weekend023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2b8490;"&gt;WOW! I never realized how goofy I look in pictures. Ha. This picture was taken the night that Carolann and I went out to Bonehead's. Jeff was out of town that weekend and I was having a "girl's night out". We had a good bit of fun. We got our drinks bought for us by some dudes at Bonehead's, then we politely dissed them, we went to the Vault and had a few there and then went home. Talking about having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeff went out of town &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a bit more than I did last year. He went out of town twice with Estes business themselves. It was cool, though, because that meant I could hang out with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; friends all by ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like a cheap ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes I like that (but only slightly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I need to go take a long, hot bubble bath because I am a nasty, dirty girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;{sigh}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form name="Menu1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="Link"&gt; &lt;option value="http://www.laughingblogger.blogspot.com"&gt;Select an Option&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/option&gt; &lt;option value="http://www.google.com"&gt;&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input style="WIDTH: 77px; HEIGHT: 28px" onclick="window.location = document.Menu1.Link.options[document.Menu1.Link.options.selectedIndex].value;" type="button" size="46" value="Go"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-2453177676539200174?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2453177676539200174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=2453177676539200174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/2453177676539200174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/2453177676539200174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/umwhere-was-i-going-with-this.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Um...where was I going with this?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-8776464968074085128</id><published>2007-01-21T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:43:18.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping the kids off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just dropped the kids off at their respective dad's house.  It ain't easy now.  I miss my youngin's like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-8776464968074085128?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8776464968074085128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=8776464968074085128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/8776464968074085128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/8776464968074085128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/dropping-kids-off.html' title='Dropping the kids off'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-4561538113584642975</id><published>2007-01-20T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:34:46.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>My BabyGirl (Tied in first place for my heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose this particular color text because I am celebrating the life of my daughter, Kaitlyn. She just turned 8 and it is so amazing to me how beautiful she is. She and I go shopping once in awile and she is getting to that age to where she is noticing -gasp- &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;! She giggles constantly at the sound of Jesse McCartney's name and almost faints when she sees his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am NOT that old!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am though, old enough to remember Joey McEntire and the way his smile beat my heart senseless and how my &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt; friend, Jennifer, was just in LOVE with Danny Wahlberg and laughed herself silly at my own hearthrob's expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am......old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We may go tomorrow and get a Jesse McCartney poster so we can frame it and hang it on her wall. She'll stare at it for hours, sing to it when she is daydreaming and in 20 years or so, she'll look at her OWN daughter and softly laugh and wipe away the tears in her eyes while her daughter turns into a woman before HER very eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time goes on. Live in the now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want everyone to know that I love my children and I will NEVER leave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Doodle. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/katie8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-4561538113584642975?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4561538113584642975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=4561538113584642975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/4561538113584642975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/4561538113584642975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-babygirl-tied-in-first-place-for-my.html' title='My BabyGirl (Tied in first place for my heart)'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-3900855075535969024</id><published>2007-01-19T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:38:25.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motley Crue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>Jeff and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SSjHxn17tg/RbEdeiV92rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1pRX57Mht98/s1600-h/menjeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021827469947034290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SSjHxn17tg/RbEdeiV92rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1pRX57Mht98/s320/menjeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is me and my wonderful boyfriend, Jeff. This was taken after a Motley Crue concert when we went to a bar downtown called Bonehead's.  We have had great times there throughout the 2 years that we have known one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-3900855075535969024?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3900855075535969024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=3900855075535969024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/3900855075535969024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/3900855075535969024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/jeff-and-me.html' title='Jeff and me'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5SSjHxn17tg/RbEdeiV92rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1pRX57Mht98/s72-c/menjeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229129075904345554.post-4446033191758003839</id><published>2007-01-17T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:52:26.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>SO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I am laying it all out here because MySpace seems to be a really BIG hassle these days, with all the DRAMA and MAYHEM.  It would make even the sanest person go apeshit.  So here I am...on Blogger....and yes, I use those little dots quite a bit so fucker get used to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm quoting the song " I'm NOT okay", cause, I'm not.  I've got a neurotic ALMOST ex-husband that can't seem to get his shit together long enough to pay his bills, a son and a daughter who I love with everything I have but I don't physically have with me right now and a wonderful boyfriend who helps me through it all but he drives me nutsoids too.  Fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just got off of one of the two meds that a doctor gave to me to help my brain's chemicals stop squaredancing in my cranium and I've slipped back into part of my mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I like to solve other's problems and I'm having problems solving my own friggin problems so I guess that's another problem to add to the list.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As you can see, I'm kind of all over the place with everything but that's how life goes when your brain is dead from traveling an hour and 15 minutes ONE FUCKING WAY to work and back home EVERY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It USED to be fun.  It's not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll be back, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Til then, have fun and get stoned.  It's the only way to live and actually enjoy life right now.  The world is ending and all the world is going to hell, in a handbasket, with a little red bow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wonder if my shoes will match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229129075904345554-4446033191758003839?l=laughingblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4446033191758003839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229129075904345554&amp;postID=4446033191758003839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/4446033191758003839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229129075904345554/posts/default/4446033191758003839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingblogger.blogspot.com/2007/01/so_17.html' title='SO?'/><author><name>Soulwrecker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14159993655136674636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j162/Jagerhooligan/presents005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
