<?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-1453740854393620859</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:35:51.811-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Boy Fire'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Quicksilver'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Election'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Grinch'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Letters to My S.O.'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='I Like That'/><category term='Matters to Me'/><category term='Wants'/><category term='S.O.'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Quick Note'/><category term='How Cool is This'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Random Things'/><title type='text'>Purge</title><subtitle type='html'>Just let it all out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-3561398228637969218</id><published>2011-05-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:14:08.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>She's BAAACCCKKK.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very very long time but I am back. And I must say that I missed you. I can't wait to catch all of you up on what I have been doing since I was last here and I can't wait to see what you all have been doing while I was away. I must say it feels good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;*Oleander*&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/1453740854393620859-3561398228637969218?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3561398228637969218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=3561398228637969218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3561398228637969218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3561398228637969218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-baaaccckkk.html' title='She&apos;s BAAACCCKKK.....'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2354769004161800586</id><published>2009-08-31T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:46:54.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2354769004161800586?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2354769004161800586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2354769004161800586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2354769004161800586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2354769004161800586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-day_31.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-197134356252890233</id><published>2009-08-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:04:20.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Fire'/><title type='text'>What is it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is it... What is it about you that makes my heart flutter, my blood hot. What is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-197134356252890233?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/197134356252890233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=197134356252890233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/197134356252890233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/197134356252890233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-it.html' title='What is it...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5546645864331846096</id><published>2009-08-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:40:14.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>"Burn on Man fire Burn on."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5546645864331846096?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5546645864331846096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5546645864331846096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5546645864331846096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5546645864331846096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2888006632581779471</id><published>2009-08-02T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:33:17.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you find that is easier to forgive others, than it is to forgive yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2888006632581779471?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2888006632581779471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2888006632581779471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2888006632581779471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2888006632581779471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5556167249693061936</id><published>2009-07-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:47:26.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have found that more and more I am driven by my emotions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am driven by the need to stuff them down inside of me. I feel like I spend my days choking on overwhelming feelings trying to force their way out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5556167249693061936?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5556167249693061936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5556167249693061936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5556167249693061936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5556167249693061936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/driven.html' title='Driven'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6107424122123327236</id><published>2009-07-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:29:30.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is that time once again loves, time to introduce a new character, in the story that is my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is fire (Boy Fire to be exact) and he is a flame to which I am undeniably drawn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He isn't really my type, I barely find him physically attractive, but here I am still thinking about him days after our last encounter. I hear the words that he speaks to me over and over again in my head, and his scent is for ever blazed into my memory. I have been attracted to many but truly drawn to few, but it has always made sense before. There was always a reason, not the least of which was pure physical  attraction, but not this time to be perfectly honest this isn't the guy that would normally inspire dirty thoughts, or even a second thought if I walked passed him on the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why..., why him, why is it him that slips into my dreams at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am utterly confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not explain it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea why he has become my Boy Fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what I do know is that Fire burns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6107424122123327236?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6107424122123327236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6107424122123327236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6107424122123327236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6107424122123327236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-915896209071054979</id><published>2009-07-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:50:30.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How would you finish this sentence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today (or at least right now) I would have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sleepy, I am confused, I am sad (for no reason in particular) I am annoyed, and I am ready for something new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Oleander*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-915896209071054979?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/915896209071054979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=915896209071054979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/915896209071054979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/915896209071054979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-for-day_20.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-836640121518436373</id><published>2009-07-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:11:34.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."&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/1453740854393620859-836640121518436373?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/836640121518436373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=836640121518436373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/836640121518436373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/836640121518436373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5735355797580825507</id><published>2009-07-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:46:42.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quicksilver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Quicksilver an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So for those of you still following along at home, I found out during my hiatus that Quicksilver is pregnant. I don't know how far a long or anything like that since it wasn't even her that I heard the news from. As always my first instinct was to call her and see how things were going hoping that she would tell me she was sorry for the way things had been but she had huge news and was excited to share it with me, but I decided against it. I think this time I will wait for her, if she wants she can call me, I am so over being the one that works at this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a little sad though, I always thought that when we got to the part in our lives that we were ready (as ready as you can be) for such things, that it would be something that we shared with each other. Doing all the fun and exciting things that women do with each other when one of them is expecting. I guess that isn't going to be our reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Such is life.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 *Oleander*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5735355797580825507?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5735355797580825507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5735355797580825507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5735355797580825507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5735355797580825507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/quicksilver-update.html' title='Quicksilver an Update'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-576696066489247002</id><published>2009-07-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:59:25.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can you really ever have too much of a good thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-576696066489247002?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/576696066489247002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=576696066489247002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/576696066489247002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/576696066489247002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8004871742202080268</id><published>2009-07-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:43:10.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to My S.O.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.O.'/><title type='text'>Letters to My S.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear S.O.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, but sometimes you irritate me so much I just want to jab my finger right into you eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 *Oleander*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8004871742202080268?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8004871742202080268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8004871742202080268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8004871742202080268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8004871742202080268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/letters-to-my-so.html' title='Letters to My S.O.'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5088422707220640991</id><published>2009-07-08T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:44:18.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quicksilver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh Where Have You Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well thanks for asking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since last I wrote a lot has happened, but I don't want to spend all my time talking about the past so I will give you the short list. Be sure that details will come as they are needed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So with out further ado here they are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Top 10 things that happened while I was gone. (and as always in no particular order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I found out that Quicksilver is pregnant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I made new friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Lots of famous people died (although that's not really about me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I acquired a new out look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I started dreaming about someone new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I let go of the Grinch (for good this time I think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. I finally got to quit my old job and start a new one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. I lost some weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I remembered the old me... the good and the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I freakin missed this place like crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;                 *Oleander*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5088422707220640991?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5088422707220640991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5088422707220640991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5088422707220640991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5088422707220640991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-gosh-where-have-you-been.html' title='Oh My Gosh Where Have You Been?'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8311589216835383546</id><published>2009-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:04:27.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Note'/><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As I am scrambling to catch up on all I have missed these last few months I have noticed that a lot of my favorite bloggers have also spent the last few months on some sort of hiatus I hope that like me they will be returning soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                *Oleander*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8311589216835383546?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8311589216835383546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8311589216835383546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8311589216835383546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8311589216835383546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-9216939533399928235</id><published>2009-07-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:05:52.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Back Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well loves I am back!!! And I must say that I have really missed you. Lots has happened since last I Purged some of it interesting some not so much. I feel like I have a million things to get out of my system and a million blogs to catch up on so stay tuned, and know that even though I have been away for so very long I haven't stopped thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Oleander*&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/1453740854393620859-9216939533399928235?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9216939533399928235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=9216939533399928235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9216939533399928235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9216939533399928235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-loves.html' title='I&apos;m Back Loves'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6493341880351378483</id><published>2009-02-10T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:16:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know its been such a long time since I have been around but that doesn't mean that I have for gotten about you. Life has gotten a little crazy, and that includes a few hits from mother nature but things are good now and I will be back on track soon, just hang with me a little longer and my daily Purge will be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lots of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6493341880351378483?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6493341880351378483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6493341880351378483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6493341880351378483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6493341880351378483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-876555565694730012</id><published>2009-01-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:06:19.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Due to mother nature I will be away for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to you all&lt;br /&gt;Stay Warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-876555565694730012?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/876555565694730012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=876555565694730012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/876555565694730012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/876555565694730012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-3668320905841241004</id><published>2009-01-23T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:26:49.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><title type='text'>10 Honest and Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A few days ago I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://thelossadjuster.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Loss Adjuster&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myworldinme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well loves here they are 10 honest and honestly random things about me, and as always they are in no particular order.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. There is an Ex that I haven't gotten to yet, and you know the type its the BIG EX the one that would have taken your life down one road but you choose to go down the other. For better or worse you took the road less traveled. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. I have a strange overwhelming fear of all kinds of things, some reasonable some not.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. I have an unhealthy obsession with abc soaps.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. My relationship with my family is so broken I don't know if it can ever be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. I think that every stable person should trip at least once in their life, I think it would change the way we look at the world. (but that's just my opinion so don't go out and do it and have a bad trip and blame it on me).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;6. I could sit and stare out the window all day thinking about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;8. I think that people swear to much, I do it from time to time but only when the situation really call for it, other than that I am swear word free.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;9. I spend so much of my time pretending to be happy that some times I cant tell if I'm genuinely or just that good at pretending.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;10. I think I might be a hypochondriac. (which in and of itself probably makes me one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be tagging&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://shadowrock225.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shadowrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://bittersweetmelange.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://jkldesign.blogspot.com/"&gt; Leigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-3668320905841241004?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3668320905841241004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=3668320905841241004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3668320905841241004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3668320905841241004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-honest-and-random-things-about-me.html' title='10 Honest and Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4108594438173663788</id><published>2009-01-19T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:14:22.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Hey there loves,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been tagged not once but twice (I must be loved) in the Random Things game but, I am a little busy these next few days and I don't just want to rush through them, I want them to be awesomely random so, stay tuned they will be coming later on this week.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great MLK day and take a little time today love your fellow man.&lt;br /&gt;And as for tomorrow I am already doing my happy dance!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-4108594438173663788?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4108594438173663788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4108594438173663788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4108594438173663788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4108594438173663788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-havent-forgotten.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Forgotten'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-9077607073860953387</id><published>2009-01-15T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:58:42.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh My Freaking Gosh is that what I think it is.... (a very loud very long inner scream follows, inner because the last thing I want to do right now is draw attention to myself) yup I think it is, its a hair. A hair? But that cant be hairs don't grow there... no... no... NO..NO..NO.. maybe it was a shadow... look again, (looking again only this time squinting in hopes that, that helps what I saw not actually be there) Nope its really there. Its official. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I don't understand is how can this be, I'm only in my twenties, nobody told me this could happen to you in your twenties. In all the books that I have read about being a fabulous girl in your twenties not one pointed out the fact that one day I would be looking in a mirror a see a hair in an a place that for twenty-some old years has been hair free. This is just too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I may go back to bed....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-9077607073860953387?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9077607073860953387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=9077607073860953387&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9077607073860953387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9077607073860953387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh My Gosh!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-305117536537996408</id><published>2009-01-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:18:16.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>And Just as I Was Ready to Implode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been a while much to long if you ask me, and well... I'm in charge here so I am. I feel super stressed as I'm sure many others are right now. I really feel like I'm walking a tight rope and the wind is starting to blow. But just as songs like "Stop the world and let me off" are going through my head, I come to Purge and find that I have been given an award. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the super awesome super honest Needsleepy over at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luckysmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Barely Survived Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, has bestowed upon me, drum roll please dam da da dummm........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pink Lemonade Award!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SWy23z-W7HI/AAAAAAAAADA/wIRp8hMp1Po/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804732214307954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SWy23z-W7HI/AAAAAAAAADA/wIRp8hMp1Po/s400/lemonadeaward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; It goes to your favorite bloggers and in turn they give it to there favs, so thanks &lt;a href="http://luckysmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Needsleepy&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would be happy to pass this award on to the following to bloggers, and of course as always in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ohwhenthesungoesdown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roxie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://bb4h.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emaura15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://goodgirlgoneblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Good Girl Gone Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://thelossadjuster.blogspot.com/"&gt; Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://pintofdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellabee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of love to all.....&lt;a href="http://dancinginhighheels.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1453740854393620859-305117536537996408?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/305117536537996408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=305117536537996408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/305117536537996408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/305117536537996408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-just-as-i-was-ready-to-implode.html' title='And Just as I Was Ready to Implode'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SWy23z-W7HI/AAAAAAAAADA/wIRp8hMp1Po/s72-c/lemonadeaward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4658341406179202919</id><published>2009-01-09T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:05:45.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been so busy lately I have hardly had time to think but things will be back to normal very soon, and I will be back on track!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-4658341406179202919?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4658341406179202919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4658341406179202919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4658341406179202919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4658341406179202919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8837559958313564242</id><published>2009-01-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:51:25.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it that you want out of he year ahead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8837559958313564242?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8837559958313564242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8837559958313564242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8837559958313564242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8837559958313564242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7713460298195771657</id><published>2008-12-31T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:21:17.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well loves, here we go again, another year comes to a close. And its time to start thinking about the year that is passing and the year to come. For me this has been a crazy year full of ups and downs, and the moments that got lost in between. I find myself being glad that this year is over and filled with optimism that the year ahead will be better,much better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's how this day makes everyone feel. I haven't come up with any resolutions for the year ahead but I'm sure that I will. Last year my resolution was to quit smoking and I did just that, it will one year tomorrow. If anyone has a resolution that they would like to share I would love to read it. I'm always curious about what people wish for themselves when there is a blank slate ahead of them and anything seems possible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish for us all a safe and prosperous new year, I hope and pray that all of our dreams come true and that we lead the lives that we imagine ourselves living. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's to you and here's to me and our fabulous year ahead! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you plan on spending your night the way that I do remember, friends don't let friends drink and drive and they don't let them drink and screw ugly people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVuLfMGBU9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9piccu9KvjY/s1600-h/newyearbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285971955588092882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVuLfMGBU9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9piccu9KvjY/s400/newyearbabe.jpg" 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/1453740854393620859-7713460298195771657?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7713460298195771657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7713460298195771657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7713460298195771657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7713460298195771657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVuLfMGBU9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9piccu9KvjY/s72-c/newyearbabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5986952392346468724</id><published>2008-12-29T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:54:49.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>And Done...</title><content type='html'>Well another Holiday season has come to an end, and I my dear friends could not be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5986952392346468724?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5986952392346468724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5986952392346468724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5986952392346468724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5986952392346468724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-done.html' title='And Done...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2171933462486360998</id><published>2008-12-24T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:49:04.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You and Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVJZ31ciC9I/AAAAAAAAACw/G5fgAoq2ecM/s1600-h/happy-holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283384128633441234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVJZ31ciC9I/AAAAAAAAACw/G5fgAoq2ecM/s400/happy-holidays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1453740854393620859-2171933462486360998?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2171933462486360998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2171933462486360998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2171933462486360998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2171933462486360998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-you-and-yours.html' title='To You and Yours'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SVJZ31ciC9I/AAAAAAAAACw/G5fgAoq2ecM/s72-c/happy-holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7009239525769788855</id><published>2008-12-23T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:32:03.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Where Have All the Movies Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was flipping thought the channels the other night in a rare Christmasey mood which has been hard to come by, for some reason this season. And I really wanted to watch a great Christmas movie, none inperticular just one that might further my yuletide cheer and really get me in the mood. But there wasn't a single one on anywhere. I was shocked no Miracle on 34th street, no Grinch not even its a Wonderful Life. What is going on here? I remember when I was a little kid it seemed like we could watch a Christmas movie every night during the week before Christmas. It seems to me that in a time when so much is going wrong and so many are in times of turmoil that there might be a need for a little more Santa on the air, and maybe we can be reminded that it really is a Wonder Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7009239525769788855?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7009239525769788855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7009239525769788855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7009239525769788855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7009239525769788855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-have-all-movies-gone.html' title='Where Have All the Movies Gone'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5947487354596787742</id><published>2008-12-19T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:22:54.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" See, I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. So be as cunning as serpents and as innocent as doves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5947487354596787742?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5947487354596787742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5947487354596787742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5947487354596787742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5947487354596787742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-3886556996809436276</id><published>2008-12-17T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:23:38.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Cool is This'/><title type='text'>How Cool is This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there loves, I was looking for something the other day and came across a website that I thought was super cool, and it got me to thinking. Maybe I should share this little gem with all the folks out there in the great unknown, since they too are super cool.&lt;br /&gt;I will be calling this little section How Cool is This! Here I will post things that I think you might like, I hope they make you as happy as they make me!&lt;br /&gt;In my very first edition of How Cool is This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zingsale.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zing Sale.com &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you do is got to this site, type in anything that you are looking to buy and click the department that it can be found and voila! They give you a list of places where you can find it. The best part is that these are sale prices and you can sign up and have them send you e-mail alerts when your item goes on sale at other places. According to the site the prices are no more than 30mins old and not only can you have an unlimited amount of searches but you can get alerts for as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;Its also nice because according to the site they never sell, rent, loan, trade, or lease any personal information. (I like that)&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that you have as much fun with this as I have.&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and save!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-3886556996809436276?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3886556996809436276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=3886556996809436276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3886556996809436276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3886556996809436276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How Cool is This!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4481244126181012887</id><published>2008-12-15T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:08:40.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>I've Been Given the Story Virus</title><content type='html'>The lovely &lt;a href="http://mythoughts-uninterrupted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; over at My thoughts- Uninterrupted, has tagged me to be a part of the Story Virus. You can find a recap of its creation and the instructions &lt;a href="http://isplotchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-of-son-of-story-virus-v3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And This my friends is the story...&lt;br /&gt;The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunched down to see what it was, but as I did, the bus violently veered to left. I was thrown up against a heavyset Asian woman with blond hair. I pardoned myself, but she faced forward with no reply. Just then, a man wearing a jumpsuit of silver and gold stood up at the front of the bus. He was holding a megaphone and a box of graham crackers. He held the megaphone up to his face and began to speak... (Some Guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen...please do not be afraid! I am here to help you" he said in a mighty booming voice. As he began to step towards me I felt a hand creep its way around my throat and all of a sudden I was pressed against the mighty bosom of the Asian woman as she she hauled me to my feet. She began to back away from the costumed crusader all the while holding me, feet dangling in the air. I panicked and my eyes searched the bus, hoping to connect with someone, anyone who would be able to help me. My eyes met those of the hero in gold and just as I began to gasp for air he yelled...(~E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put her down and no one gets hurt", he yelled at the Asian woman. All the passengers turned to see what was going on and, as they did, I noticed they were more panicked than I was. A small bespectacled man closest to us hissed at my captor and said in a low voice „Take me, just don't hurt her.“ My fear gave way to curiosity. Who were all these people, and why were they so concerned for my well being?The Asian blonde's back was now pressed against the back of the bus, and she increased her grip on me as the megaphone man crept slowly towards us. As he passed through the bus people started getting up, and now they formed a small army behind him. He raised the box of graham crackers above his head and put his lips to the megaphone... (That Damn Expat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you refuse to cooperate, I will have to use my secret weapon!" Suddenly a laser like light shot out of the box of graham crackers and everything went black. I don't know how much time passed, but I awoke in a mysterious room with a terrible headache. Immediately I assumed that I had been captured and began wondering why me? Why not the Asian lady who seemed to be the source of trouble? Just then, a woman walked into the room wearing a gold lame' dress, she said...(&lt;a href="http://mythoughts-uninterrupted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome back to the land of the living Agent Larson, we were afraid we had lost you back there. That was quite a rookie mistake you made, not ducking for cover when you saw the graham crackers of destruction." Graham crackers of destruction, Agent Larson... Who the hell was this woman... And why the hell was she wearing a gold lame' dress up to her ass in the middle of winter? I gathered from the look on her face and the gun that she now had pointed at my head, that I had just said everything I thought that I was thinking, to myself out loud. "I guess I got hit harder than I thought." She shook her head in agreement. "I love the dress," I said with a nervous smile "very sparkly."(&lt;a href="http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oleander&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be tagging in no particular order (as always)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://girlinclearheels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilly Holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.lovemaegan.com/"&gt; Megan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://luckythirteenandcounting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://thehigh-heeldiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;High-heel gal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tova Darling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-4481244126181012887?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4481244126181012887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4481244126181012887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4481244126181012887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4481244126181012887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-given-story-virus.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Given the Story Virus'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-1779219897437924368</id><published>2008-12-12T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:11:41.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Will Miss You Bettie Page...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sad to read this morning that the renowned pinup Queen of the 1950s, has died. According to her agent Mark Roesler, Page suffered a heart attack and never regained consciousness. She was 85. Page has been a fashion icon and a leader in the sexual revolution. Page did with a whip and a smile the things that most men were only dreaming of and most woman could not yet conceive. She was a one of a kind beauty who will forever been known, loved and emulated, because as they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLdKT0_-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_ioiRBQIqmg/s1600-h/bettie139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935046331629538" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLdKT0_-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_ioiRBQIqmg/s320/bettie139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLtbRkDYI/AAAAAAAAACg/0i60VftGfZc/s1600-h/bettie_page_spank01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935325763440002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLtbRkDYI/AAAAAAAAACg/0i60VftGfZc/s320/bettie_page_spank01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLtSmlYFI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qc3cmDyWqbs/s1600-h/bettie142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935323435688018" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLtSmlYFI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qc3cmDyWqbs/s320/bettie142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKL869LX7I/AAAAAAAAACo/BBI3RDfCsp4/s1600-h/th_BPcolorredbathingsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935591965908914" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKL869LX7I/AAAAAAAAACo/BBI3RDfCsp4/s320/th_BPcolorredbathingsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bettie Page &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1923-2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was not trying to be shocking, or to be a pioneer. I wasn't trying to change society, or to be ahead of my time. I didn't think of myself as liberated, and I don't believe that I did anything important. I was just myself. I didn't know any other way to be, or any other way to live." -B.P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-1779219897437924368?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1779219897437924368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=1779219897437924368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1779219897437924368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1779219897437924368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-will-miss-you-bettie-page.html' title='The World Will Miss You Bettie Page...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SUKLdKT0_-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_ioiRBQIqmg/s72-c/bettie139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-1894362942743259771</id><published>2008-12-09T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:16:20.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters to Me'/><title type='text'>Stuff That Matters to Me pt2</title><content type='html'>So a little ways back I started the first Stuff that Matters to Me post. Here is a snip it for those who missed it.&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that are following along at home you might wonder what are the Anyway I thought that I would share a few of them from time to time, since of course sharing is caring. Each time I will be be sharing the who or what the why and the where so if you're interested maybe it can matter to you too. Some topics may be heavier than others.&lt;br /&gt;The Who:Darfur&lt;br /&gt;The Why:This matters to me because genocide on any level anywhere should not be tolerated. someone once said "If you kill one innocent man it is as if you were kill all of humanity", That is something that has stuck with me and shaped the way that I see the world. To date, As many as 400,000 people have been killed; An estimated 2.5 million innocent civilians have been forced to flee their homes and now live in internally displaced persons (IDP) camps in Sudan or in refugee camps in neighboring Chad; Over 3 million men,women, and children are reliant on international aid for survival.&lt;br /&gt;and The Where:You (if you are interested) can learn more about Darfur at &lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/content"&gt;savedarfur.org&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php"&gt;invisblechildren.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.eyesondarfur.org/"&gt;eyesondarfur.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Who will be...&lt;br /&gt;Who: A site called &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/index.php"&gt;FreeRice.com&lt;/a&gt;, Free Rice is a sister site of &lt;a href="http://www.poverty.com/"&gt;Poverty.com&lt;/a&gt;, the goal for Free Rice is to provide education to everyone for free. and to help end world hunger by providing rice to hungry people for free.&lt;br /&gt;The Why: This matters to be because I believe that there is no reason that someone should die because they lack food. A basic human need, and something that is abundantly available in most of our lives. However the statistics are staggering according to &lt;a href="http://www.bread.org/"&gt;Bread.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;923 million people across the world are hungry. Every day, almost 16,000 children die from hunger-related causes--one child every five seconds. And 820 million people in the developing world are undernourished.&lt;br /&gt;The What: The what for this one is easy you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/about.html"&gt;FreeRice.com&lt;/a&gt; and all you have to do is play a game, its fun its free and you just might learn some thing. This is how it works Free Rice gives you a word, you click on the meaning of the word and for every one you get right their sponsors donate 20 grains of rice through the &lt;a href="http://www.wfp.org/english/"&gt;UN World Food Program&lt;/a&gt;. The game is fun and you get to learn lots of new words and best of all you are doing a little something to help those in need. There is no limit to how long you can play or a length of time that you have to play to get your answers to count. I have the site saved in my favorites and I play when ever I have a few extra minutes, like when I'm waiting for something to print or for a song to download. I know that 20 grains doesn't seem like a lot but it adds up fast and the more people play the bigger the numbers will be. here is a list of their donations so far this month,&lt;br /&gt;December 1, 139,808,860, December 2, 157,220,920, December 3, 170,926,880,December 4,  177,606,640, December 5, 174,104,460, December 6, 70,678,180, December 7, 68,603,420,&lt;br /&gt;December 8, 149,490,580.&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit helps and every right answer matters, and who knows you might just learn a new word or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-1894362942743259771?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1894362942743259771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=1894362942743259771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1894362942743259771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1894362942743259771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-that-matters-to-me-pt2.html' title='Stuff That Matters to Me pt2'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-3886587299410698675</id><published>2008-12-05T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:56:02.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Is it time for bed yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what is, maybe its the lack of sun light, or the cold weather, or maybe its this crazy time of year, but I feel constantly overwhelmed. I feel like I'm  barely finishing one thing before the next thing needs to be done and my mind is a million miles away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long for bed and find that I rarely want to get out of it in the morning. That's not to say that I sleep once I'm there, because sleep for me is an elusive phantom, something that I can only remember, and seldom experience. And still, some days I wish I could just pull the covers up over my head and pretend its not the next day and I don't have to get up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a constant feeling these days that I'm on the verge of a break down, a full on panic attack seems like its just waiting in the wings for me to show that my guard is down and then it to will overwhelm me and finally I will succumb to it all and I will just break. Break, Break... into thousands and thousands of little pieces that might never fit back together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel some days like a zombie an empty shell who has just gotten through the day, but didn't really live in any of the moments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But breaking like sleeping is not an option, for if the keystone crumbles the structure falls and all is not well, so for now I go on holding it together, with tape and gum a little bits of string and hope that no one tries to pull at my loose threads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-3886587299410698675?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3886587299410698675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=3886587299410698675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3886587299410698675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3886587299410698675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-time-for-bed-yet.html' title='Is it time for bed yet...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6159201587519105907</id><published>2008-12-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:12:41.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the things that matter to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6159201587519105907?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6159201587519105907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6159201587519105907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6159201587519105907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6159201587519105907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6330789045936578725</id><published>2008-11-29T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:05:09.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6330789045936578725?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6330789045936578725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6330789045936578725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6330789045936578725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6330789045936578725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-for-day_29.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6013725449733333688</id><published>2008-11-26T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:23:52.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Like That'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Goodies</title><content type='html'>For those of you who like me, love to shop till you drop and and find sheer orgasmic pleasure in finding a great deal. Here are a few sites to tickle your Black Friday fancy.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://tgiblackfriday.com/"&gt;TGI Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://slickdeals.net/"&gt;Slick Deals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.blackfriday.info/"&gt;Black Friday Info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.dealcatcher.com/"&gt;Deal Catcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hunting Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6013725449733333688?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6013725449733333688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6013725449733333688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6013725449733333688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6013725449733333688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday-goodies.html' title='Black Friday Goodies'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8426158596175707067</id><published>2008-11-26T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:39:03.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.O.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving to all those who partake and Happy Thursday to those who don't. Here are a few things that I am thankful for this year. And as always they are in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Anyone who reads this blog, its nice to know that there are people out there whom I'll never meet that are interested still in what I have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Booze, its a little thing that helps get us thorough the holidays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Happy people, I like to see people happy it gives me hope that not everyone's life is as crazy as mine, it also makes being out in the crowds a lot more fun when you are waiting in line with happy people and not angry jerks, who don't think the line is ever moving fast enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Snow, I love the stuff its clean and beautiful and and makes the air crisp I love that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. My S.O. even though he drives me crazy and all, I love him and I wouldn't ever trade him in for a shiny new model &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Sunny days, this time of year they are few and far between, but I live for them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Google I love it and we should all be thankful for Google&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Books I love to read and although they are making it easier and cheaper to get your books in forms other than a actual book, that's a no go for me I love to read from a good old fashion book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Sales, my life would be so much harder if there were no sales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. My health, because... I don't have insurance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SS1sL7DmkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/PFZhFIViq0s/s1600-h/cb-happy-thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272989690807881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SS1sL7DmkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/PFZhFIViq0s/s320/cb-happy-thanksgiving.jpg" 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/1453740854393620859-8426158596175707067?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8426158596175707067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8426158596175707067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8426158596175707067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8426158596175707067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SS1sL7DmkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/PFZhFIViq0s/s72-c/cb-happy-thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2162136958355153379</id><published>2008-11-24T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:06:41.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question For the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the things that make you, you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2162136958355153379?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2162136958355153379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2162136958355153379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2162136958355153379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2162136958355153379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-for-day_24.html' title='Question For the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6033239311027851214</id><published>2008-11-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:07:29.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A Few Random Thing About Me Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is the second installment of a few random things, the point once again is for you my awesome readers to get inside my head a little and have a better perspective about why I write and do the things I do. And as always they are in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I get very nervous when people ask me personal questions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I am trying really hard to find a new job but its not working out for me, I don't really know why I have a great work record, its really making me bummed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I wash my hands like 10 or more times a day (the world is a dirty place)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I am very interested in the world around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I love to argue a point, any point really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I love to drink, and I must say I am very good at it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Sometimes I wish that everything was different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. I cry a lot at movies but hardly ever any other time I don't know why that is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I love sweets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I wonder if you can ever really go home again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I guess that's all for now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6033239311027851214?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6033239311027851214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6033239311027851214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6033239311027851214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6033239311027851214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-random-thing-about-me-part-two.html' title='A Few Random Thing About Me Part Two'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8612769200422161618</id><published>2008-11-19T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:12:02.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Sniff... Sniff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so sad I don't really know why I think its just this time of year I find it incredibly depressing, I feel like I just don't want to get out of bed. I feel tired ugh so tired. Maybe I need one of those artificial sunlight lamp things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8612769200422161618?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8612769200422161618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8612769200422161618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8612769200422161618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8612769200422161618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff... Sniff...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5797650720555910724</id><published>2008-11-17T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:40:16.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its good to be home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Loves, I'm home and its nice to be back even though I was only gone a few days. I must say I truly missed the blogosphere I love to read about all of your lives and I love to rant all about mine. I still have lots of unpacking to do because I am a compulsive over packer, but that's fine with me I like to feel like I'm not forgetting anything. There is nothing worse than sitting on a flight and wondering if you remembered to pack your panties. Although I hate to pack I think that unpacking is worse than packing because its all the work but none of the fun at the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well all I must bid you a fine fare well, for there is lots still left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I missed you all and had to say Its good to be home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5797650720555910724?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5797650720555910724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5797650720555910724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5797650720555910724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5797650720555910724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='Its good to be home'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5443187783526450541</id><published>2008-11-13T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:14:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello loves I will be away for a few days but rest assured I will be thinking of you and I'm sure that I will have very interesting stories to share. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm off to pack lots of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo Oleander&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5443187783526450541?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5443187783526450541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5443187783526450541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5443187783526450541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5443187783526450541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello... Goodbye...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6867545442615212922</id><published>2008-11-12T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:05:53.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beware of a weak man for he will do anything to obtain even the slightest bit of power."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6867545442615212922?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6867545442615212922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6867545442615212922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6867545442615212922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6867545442615212922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-for-day_12.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-753973499767964817</id><published>2008-11-11T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:39:27.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Its cold and rainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its cold out and rainy and I hate this time of year, its the time of year where everyone pretends to be happy or at least happier than they really are. And you have to spend time with people that you normally don't see all year but now you have to go and see them and pretend that you are having a great time. The only honest thing that is happening, is going on in the cars on the way to their dreaded destinations, where people are coming up with code words to get the heck out of dodge with the shit starts to hit the fan, after all the eggnog is gone and people are starting to get a little more honest with each other. For me that never seems to happen I only get to hear about it from friends when we are all retelling our horror stories over drinks lucky bastards. The places I go are much more reserved refined and xanax filled, with lots of hugs and kisses and secret dirty looks. They would never dream of fighting openly but you better believe that they hate each other just as much, but fighting out in the open is undignified and they just cant have that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why I'm so cynical today maybe its the weather, maybe... I don't know. Here's hopping that someone out there is in a better mood than me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-753973499767964817?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/753973499767964817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=753973499767964817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/753973499767964817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/753973499767964817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-cold-and-rainy.html' title='Its cold and rainy'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7391201013721636214</id><published>2008-11-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:31:38.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many people are truly happy, contented with their lives and just... happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7391201013721636214?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7391201013721636214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7391201013721636214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7391201013721636214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7391201013721636214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5650289631876570649</id><published>2008-11-06T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:08:09.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quicksilver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Me and Quicksilver an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for those of you who are following along at home you know that I have a or maybe I should say had a best friend that is now know as Quicksilver. Well after thinking it over and even after I had decided that I was no longer going to be in a one sided friendship with this person I called them anyway, I don't know why I guess that I am a romantic at heart and I think that friendships are some of the great loves of your life or maybe its just that I am a glutton for punishment and I wanted to feel crappy since I had been in such a good mood lately, anyway I called and true to form Quicksilver let me down. We used to be able to talk for hours about anything, and nothing at all and this time it seemed as if we had nothing to say to each other. I asked how things were and I got the short answer. I felt so I out touch. And that makes me sad because there isn't a real reason as to why we aren't what we used to be, there was no fight or rumor or anything just one day she was gone... here but gone. So, back to the call.. I call when I know I shouldn't but I do because that's who I am and we talk after weeks of not talking, about nothing really and for not very long she never asked about me or my life and seemed to have very little interest in the lives of our other friends, who by the way have all written her off and why cant I ... why cant I do the same? Why do I have this need to fix everything that's broken? Well today I tell myself no more and we will see how that goes but as of right now I am done, done,done,done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5650289631876570649?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5650289631876570649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5650289631876570649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5650289631876570649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5650289631876570649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-quicksilver-update.html' title='Me and Quicksilver an Update'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8697078423641756292</id><published>2008-11-05T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:14:00.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Yes We Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is with great honor and a humble heart that I am proud to say that we as a nation in overwhelming numbers 62,754,669 voters so far (final numbers still aren't in) 349 electoral votes when only 270 are needed. Have elected Senator Barack Obama our 44th President. It is, in my opinion a testament to President elect Obama's character and campaign that so many different kinds of people have chosen him to be our leader. It is a sign of things to come when you see the reaction shots from around the country and from around the world when you see people with tears of joy and smiling faces instead of anger and hate and &lt;/em&gt;b&lt;em&gt;urned effigies. May this dawning of a new era be the balm that heals the wounds of our world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRG-m7PPK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/zXOv3cb3SSE/s1600-h/Obama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265199015318727522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRG-m7PPK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/zXOv3cb3SSE/s320/Obama4.jpg" 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/1453740854393620859-8697078423641756292?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8697078423641756292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8697078423641756292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8697078423641756292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8697078423641756292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-did.html' title='Yes We Did'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRG-m7PPK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/zXOv3cb3SSE/s72-c/Obama4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-166446695029223552</id><published>2008-11-04T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:13:46.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>FYI VOTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With so many rumors flying around I thought that I would do my part and post a few facts&lt;br /&gt;1. NO NO NO There is not a new law that says Republicans vote today and Democrats vote tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. You will not be arrested if you show up to vote and you have an outstanding warrant or lots of parking tickets.&lt;br /&gt;3. It is true that in some states, like Nebraska, Virginia, and New York, wearing campaign gear is not allowed at the polls. But no matter what, your vote cannot be taken away from you. At most, you will have to take off a button or put a jacket over a T-shirt. You will still be allowed to vote. I say DONT RISK IT wear your shirt later when you have your I voted sticker.&lt;br /&gt;4. There are some rumors that immigration officers will be checking citizenship at the polls. While you must of course be a U.S. citizen in order to vote, immigration officers and law enforcement officers cannot and do not check immigration status of voters at the polls. If you’re lawfully registered to vote in your precinct, no one should be challenging your vote&lt;br /&gt;5. Even if your state requires an ID and your forget to bring one, you are still entitled to vote. Ask to cast a provisional ballot.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you are a first-time voter who registered to vote by mail, you should bring a form of ID with you to the polls.&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU CANNOT VOTE BY PHONE no matter what the person on the other line tells you its not true I repeat it is NOT TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have outstanding parking tickets or other traffic violations, outstanding utility bills, are behind on your mortgage, or other outstanding county fines, you still have the right to vote. You do not have to pay any of the above tickets, bills, or fines in order to vote.&lt;br /&gt;9. The fact that your house has been or is being foreclosed does not affect your right to vote, particularly if you are registered to vote at that address and you still live there. Even if you have been forced to move somewhere else, most states give you a grace period in which you can vote at your old precinct.&lt;br /&gt;10. There are number you can call if you have a problem each state is different but here is a number 1-877-874-6226 that is national they can tell you where to vote and answer any questions that you have, I got it from the Obama website, that doesn't meant that they wont help you if you are not a supporter. CNN also has a voter hot-line where they will pass on any information from voters who have problems that number is 1-877-GOCNN08 or 1-877-462-6608 they will transfer you to your state or local election board.&lt;br /&gt;So with all that said ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRBn10CEc6I/AAAAAAAAABI/brms9t7roAY/s1600-h/ROCK-THE-VOTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264822138594161570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRBn10CEc6I/AAAAAAAAABI/brms9t7roAY/s320/ROCK-THE-VOTE.jpg" 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/1453740854393620859-166446695029223552?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/166446695029223552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=166446695029223552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/166446695029223552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/166446695029223552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/fyi-voters.html' title='FYI VOTERS'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SRBn10CEc6I/AAAAAAAAABI/brms9t7roAY/s72-c/ROCK-THE-VOTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-9002111414980205423</id><published>2008-11-03T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:08:30.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Things don't become great by accident, they grow great on purpose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-9002111414980205423?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9002111414980205423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=9002111414980205423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9002111414980205423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9002111414980205423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-751642095287116727</id><published>2008-10-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:39:41.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to wish you all a very Happy Halloween! Try not to eat to much candy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-751642095287116727?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/751642095287116727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=751642095287116727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/751642095287116727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/751642095287116727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6015130451882039997</id><published>2008-10-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:31:53.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep, to get what he cannot lose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6015130451882039997?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6015130451882039997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6015130451882039997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6015130451882039997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6015130451882039997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-for-day_28.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6799249276779588928</id><published>2008-10-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:15:15.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters to Me'/><title type='text'>Stuff That Matters to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for those of you that are following along at home you might wonder what are the things that matter to me (by the way I'm thinking maybe I should go with something different than me) Anyway I thought that I would share a few of them from time to time, since of course sharing is caring. Each time I will be be sharing the who or what the why and the where so if you're interested maybe it can matter to you too. Some topics may be heavier than others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Who Darfur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since early 2003, Sudanese armed forces and Sudanese government-backed militia known as the “Janjaweed” have been fighting two rebel groups in&lt;br /&gt;Darfur, the Sudanese Liberation Army/Movement(SLA/SLM) and the Justice and Equality Movement(JEM), which have since fractured into over a dozen&lt;br /&gt;groups. The stated political aim of the rebels has been to compel the government of Sudan to address underdevelopment and the political marginalization of the region. In response, the Sudanese government’s regular armed forces and the Janjaweed have targeted civilian populations and ethnic groups from which the rebels primarily draw their support.The Sudanese government and the Janjaweed militias are responsible for the burning and destruction of hundreds of villages, the killing of hundreds of thousands of people and rape and assault of thousands of women and girls.(&lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/content"&gt;savedarfur.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Why: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This matters to me because genocide on any level anywhere should not be tolerated. someone once said "If you kill one innocent man it is as if you were kill all of humanity", That is something that has stuck with me and shaped the way that I see the world. To date, As many as 400,000 people have been killed; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An estimated 2.5 million innocent civilians have been forced to flee their homes and now live in internally displaced persons (IDP) camps in Sudan or in refugee camps in neighboring Chad; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Over 3 million men,women, and children are reliant on international aid for survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Where:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You (if you are interested) can learn more about Darfur at &lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/content"&gt;savedarfur.org&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php"&gt;invisblechildren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.eyesondarfur.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyesondarfur.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an Anmnastiy Internatiol website, where you can see the satellite evidence and read detailed accounts of each village so that with your own eyes you will know the brutality that is taking place in Darfur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6799249276779588928?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6799249276779588928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6799249276779588928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6799249276779588928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6799249276779588928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff-that-matters-to-me.html' title='Stuff That Matters to Me'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-181394066610404973</id><published>2008-10-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:13:31.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Rock the Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter who you are or what you believe get out and vote let your voice be heard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-181394066610404973?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/181394066610404973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=181394066610404973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/181394066610404973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/181394066610404973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/rock-vote.html' title='Rock the Vote!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2732783110642867349</id><published>2008-10-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:14:34.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>Yea Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello All,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well friends your girl here has been given her first award, it was given to me by the lovely Holly over at &lt;a href="http://inmyoveractivehead.blogspot.com/"&gt;In My Over Active Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Holly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SQCYDOQ_RMI/AAAAAAAAABA/KWalfVBrW4g/s1600-h/bookworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260371545905120450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SQCYDOQ_RMI/AAAAAAAAABA/KWalfVBrW4g/s320/bookworm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's the Bookworm Award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the rules:Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well the first book I saw is one that's on my desk its called What Not to Say and its by Linda J. Beam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it says... Meaning "next to last", penultimate is often mistakenly used to mean "the very last", or the ultimate: "The perfectionist was crestfallen when he was awarded the penultimate prize; the grand prize went to another." Many people also mistakenly use penultimate when they mean "quintessential" or archetypical." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What a mouthful if I had known this was coming I would have had a more fun book at my desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So it is now my honor to pass this award onto... drum-roll please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://securityville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shorty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.clevergirlgoesblog.com/"&gt;Tia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://nicoleantoinette.wordpress.com/"&gt; Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://confessionsofamixedupmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gorgeousbubbles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://lisagilbertson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2732783110642867349?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2732783110642867349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2732783110642867349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2732783110642867349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2732783110642867349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/yea-me_23.html' title='Yea Me!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SQCYDOQ_RMI/AAAAAAAAABA/KWalfVBrW4g/s72-c/bookworm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4754196209204464608</id><published>2008-10-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:14:10.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quicksilver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had many great friendships in my life thus far and as I have begun to look back on them I realize that a great friendship is like a great love affair. Like a great love affair you happen upon this person and the sparks fly you love love love them and you cant spend enough time together, you tell each other everything make plans for the future and think that it will be like this forever. And as time passes in both a great friendship and a love affair things change, you talk a little less quarrel a little more but still you're sure that you love them and they love you so in the end what else really matters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in a great love affair when things fall apart or when someone has broken the other beyond repair there is a clear place to end things, there is a line that when crossed the two part ways and the love becomes a story of their past. And indeed there are a few lines in friendship that work the same way, but they tend to be blurry and often ignored for the sake of saving a great friendship. But why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that the reasons are many, big and small and are as varied as the friends themselves but when is it time to let go? Is it time to let go when we realize that we are better friends to them than they are to us? When a person becomes someone that you don't feel that you know anymore, is it then? Why is it that it is so hard to know when to let go, and when you do know how do you do it? Do you end it like your love affair? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They say that friends come into your life for a reason and some stay a moment some a season and some for a life time, but how do you know which is which? How do you know who to fight for and who to let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the story of my life I have a friend, from this day forth this friend will be known as Quicksilver ( or unpredictable). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quicksilver is a friend that I thought would be one of my forever friends, we were best friends and I thought that it would be that way forever but now I don't know more and more I feel like our relationship is one sided I do all the giving and she does all the taking and I just don't know that I have it in me to stay on this ride anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quicksilver used to be the girl that everyone loved, we hung out all the time from shutting down bars to watching movies. She was the life of the party and always the one you could count on if you needed a shoulder, but now she is the person that everyone asks if you have heard from, she doesn't answer phone calls or emails. She never wants to hang out and when she does she isn't really there. And it has all happened so fast I have had friendships that have tapered off in the past that eventually come to an end but this felt like it came out of nowhere one day she was my best friend and the next I barely know who she is, and I'm sad about it but I cant keep putting myself out there. And I'm so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that's the story so far...&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/1453740854393620859-4754196209204464608?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4754196209204464608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4754196209204464608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4754196209204464608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4754196209204464608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-3084047654471774186</id><published>2008-10-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:09:44.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quicksilver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Question for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know when its time to let a friendship go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-3084047654471774186?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3084047654471774186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=3084047654471774186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3084047654471774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/3084047654471774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/question-for-day_20.html' title='Question for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4527601360617552015</id><published>2008-10-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:08:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like Ive Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I my friends have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://securityville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shorty &lt;/a&gt;, and here is how the game is played:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Link to the person that tagged you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Let your tagger know when your entry is UP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So here are my six things and as always in no particular order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. I am still sometimes afraid that there is something under my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. I love to watch very scary movies in the dark even though I'm the biggest scaredy cat there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. I love babies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. I love the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. One of my biggest fears is falling I sometimes have nightmares about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. Unlike most people I love public speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And here is who I'm tagging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inmyoveractivehead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exeverything.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Ex&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://desertdivorcee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sassy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://betweenmycovers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://michelle-and-the-city.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-4527601360617552015?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4527601360617552015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4527601360617552015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4527601360617552015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4527601360617552015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/looks-like-ive-been-tagged.html' title='Looks Like Ive Been Tagged'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-1063609757635513880</id><published>2008-10-16T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:31:22.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote For the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who are different change the world, those who are the same keep it that way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-1063609757635513880?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1063609757635513880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=1063609757635513880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1063609757635513880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/1063609757635513880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-for-day_16.html' title='Quote For the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4820781758642761</id><published>2008-10-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:40:29.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Like That'/><title type='text'>A little something I thought was awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I came across a little something that I thought was awesome and If you are a total purse freak like me you will too.There is a new site that is about to launch today its called Handbag Plant.com. And to kick off the launching of their new site they are giving away a handbag an hour for 24 hours. All you have to do is go to their site give your name and email address and pick the bag that you like, they even pay to ship it to you. Personally I think that is one heck of a way to get your name out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So to all you fellow purse freaks out there this one is for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-4820781758642761?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4820781758642761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4820781758642761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4820781758642761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4820781758642761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-something-i-thought-was-awesome.html' title='A little something I thought was awesome'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2523916400278969154</id><published>2008-10-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:16:37.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I managed to make an appearance this weekend at that party and get the heck out of dodge before the Grinch even got there. I was all ready saying my good byes by the time that I heard that he was on his way so it worked out perfectly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2523916400278969154?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2523916400278969154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2523916400278969154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2523916400278969154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2523916400278969154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7070608755376455695</id><published>2008-10-10T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:10:09.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A few random things about me part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was thinking last night as I tried to fall asleep that maybe I should share a few random facts about me with those of you out there in the blogospehere. So here they are and as always in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1: My thoughts never go from point a to point b, which tends to confuse and sometimes anger and annoy those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2: When I was little I talked really fast I still sometimes do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3: Dirty things make me itch even if they are just on tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4: I wish I were tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5: I am the worst speller ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6: I like being hit on it gives me a little boost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7: I wish I were more of a risk taker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8: I tend to say yes more than I should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9: I have an irrational fear that people are talking about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10: I sometimes cry myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7070608755376455695?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7070608755376455695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7070608755376455695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7070608755376455695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7070608755376455695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-random-things-about-me-part-one.html' title='A few random things about me part one'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5335854382816823408</id><published>2008-10-08T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:16:08.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Is living well really the best revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was it I wonder that decided that the best revenge is living well? I mean do any of us really and truly believe that. Is it really enough for us to just live well or is it that the best revenge is living better than the other person? Who among us hasn't wanted to make sure that they looked their best when they know that they are going to see the one that broke their heart or the one that got away. And I my friends am no exception to the rule. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time in a life now far far away there was a boy who broke my heart, from here on out he will be known as the Grinch because, well to me that's what he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This all comes up because there is a very big chance that I will be running into the Grinch at a party this weekend. Although I haven't seen him in a very long time and don't really think about him during the day for some reason he is often in my dreams most of the time the dreams are pg and there isn't much to them but he is there and that bothers me for so many reasons and none at all really. I would like to be able to say that I'm not stressed at all about the potential sighting of the Grinch but that would be a lie. The thought of it has taken on a life of its own and is slowly driving me crazy. Mostly because I am worried that he will spot me and I will not be on my game. I want to be the one that sees him coming I want to be the one that catches him of guard, and I want to be smoking hot when I do it. Is that to much to ask?&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/1453740854393620859-5335854382816823408?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5335854382816823408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5335854382816823408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5335854382816823408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5335854382816823408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-living-well-really-best-revenge.html' title='Is living well really the best revenge'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-9124036722755850962</id><published>2008-10-06T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:03:23.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why is it that the wanter never gets and the getter never wants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-9124036722755850962?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9124036722755850962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=9124036722755850962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9124036722755850962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/9124036722755850962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-79901698874151304</id><published>2008-10-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:03:05.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Experience is what comes when you work hard and still don't get what you want."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-79901698874151304?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/79901698874151304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=79901698874151304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/79901698874151304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/79901698874151304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-5369363303232982938</id><published>2008-10-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:02:46.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Question for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Think therefore I am... Is there any truth to that? And if so why isn't it working for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-5369363303232982938?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5369363303232982938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=5369363303232982938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5369363303232982938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/5369363303232982938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-therefore-i-am.html' title='Question for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-6431845378236048810</id><published>2008-10-01T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:13:48.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.O.'/><title type='text'>Stand by your man</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Stand by your man.... And show the world you love him..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you aren't showing the world you love him and its just the two of you at home do you still have to "stand by your man" or do you tell him how you really feel about the way he acted that day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For the record I love my S.O. (significant other, fiance actually) I love him more than I think I realise sometimes he is the kind of guy that everyone tells you will make a great husband and dad and the kind of guy that makes all your friends go home and say to their guys why cant you be more like so n' so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That being said and stated for the record I feel like I can move on.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that brings us back to my question do we just stand by our men our women which ever the case may be or do we tell them even if its in front of others that we think that they are wrong? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A small situation yesterday brought me to this question, my SO and I were leaving a restaurant when he discovered that there were tomatoes on his sandwich which of course caused him the beautiful hot head that he is to lose it. And he begins to insist that we return so that he can tell the people inside just how stupid they really are. However this time I was too hungry and too tired to lie and I told him the truth that he never asked for no tomatoes, now I say this time because this has happened to us a few times and normally we are in a drive through and someone is standing there and I don't want to interrupt his colorful dialogue with the guy at the window to tell him that he is wrong. ( most of the time he is right but not always) For some reason it just seems wrong to tell him in front of someone that they are right and he is wrong. So I don't, but on this particular occasion far away from strangers ears and already back in traffic I told him the truth and I must say it was liberating I didn't have to pretend all the way home that those people are incompetent and agree with him because he was sure he told them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, my SO is a busy guy and just like everyone else he makes mistakes but when other people are watching and he just knows that he is right that seems to be the time when I hear that song and afterwords when its just the two of us it seems silly to even bring it up, I mean why make him feel bad about something he cant do anything about now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stand by your man... And show the world you love him" thank you very much Tammy Wynette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-6431845378236048810?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6431845378236048810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=6431845378236048810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6431845378236048810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/6431845378236048810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/stand-by-your-man.html' title='Stand by your man'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8266783215594923955</id><published>2008-09-29T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:12:44.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Things'/><title type='text'>Stuff I cant get out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So lately there have been things I just cant get out of my head I'm not really sure why as far as some of them are concerned while others I know exactly why but either way here they are a few of them in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1: The phrase you can never go home again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2: Ben Folds Five version of rain drops keep falling on my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3: Fear that the economy will come crashing down and I will have to eat stuff out of a can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4: Why is it so hard to lose weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5: That song who says you cant go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6: I wonder if I have any new e-mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7: Why do I keep dreaming about the same boy from high school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8: I wish I was stoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9: What made him love her and not me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10: Will I ever be able to say I'm sorry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11: Will he ever believe that I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12: What is that smell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13: Maybe today will be the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14: I really wish I was stoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15: When did it all change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8266783215594923955?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8266783215594923955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8266783215594923955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8266783215594923955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8266783215594923955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuff-i-cant-get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Stuff I cant get out of my head'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-4921171698314152137</id><published>2008-09-25T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:01:48.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed lives are changed".&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/1453740854393620859-4921171698314152137?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4921171698314152137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=4921171698314152137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4921171698314152137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/4921171698314152137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7064889252295362551</id><published>2008-09-22T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:13:10.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wants'/><title type='text'>Something Bigger than myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always wanted to be apart of something bigger than myself to be apart of a collective where the needs and wants of the greater good a more important than that of the individual. To feel like I am more than just me. And as many times as I have tried this I never seem to get to that place, I can never seem to loose me, to let go of myself in the moment and really be apart of the things that are going on around me. If you were to see me from the outside you would think that I was lost in the moment just as the others around me but I'm not I am lost only in my head, thinking random thoughts, and trying to quiet an endless dialogue that flows through my head. This disconnection plagues me, in times that I should feel raw emotion I find myself thinking about my emotions instead of having them. I cry when I am sad and I laugh when I am happy but there isn't ever a time when I'm not thinking, thinking,thinking always thinking I long just to feel. I long to be apart of something bigger than myself, something full of emotion and I don't matter in that moment, something that moves me to not think but just feel.&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/1453740854393620859-7064889252295362551?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7064889252295362551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7064889252295362551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7064889252295362551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7064889252295362551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-bigger-than-myself.html' title='Something Bigger than myself'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-2623099555217490718</id><published>2008-09-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:02:16.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When do you feel all grown up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I was wondering today when do you feel all grown up? Is it something that you just wake up an feel one day? Or does the feeling come once you have children? Do you just go from feeling young and invincible one day to old and and regretful the next? I have gone from my teens to my early twenties to my mid twenties with out the feeling that I have really grown up. I act as if I am a full fledged adult and I spend my time with other twentysomethings who too act as grownups act but it still feels like we are stuck in limbo sometimes in that place between your life as it was and your life as it will be. We own homes and pay bills but it doesn't feel real. Don't get me wrong I am in no hurry to feel older, its hard enough to see the candles on my cake multiply, but I just wonder when will I feel like ahh.. I'm a big girl now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-2623099555217490718?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2623099555217490718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=2623099555217490718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2623099555217490718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/2623099555217490718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-do-you-feel-all-grown-up.html' title='When do you feel all grown up?'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-8132862473647816005</id><published>2008-09-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:01:27.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Life is a long period of boredom separated by periods of panic".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-8132862473647816005?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8132862473647816005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=8132862473647816005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8132862473647816005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/8132862473647816005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote for the day'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7829332606745290028</id><published>2008-09-15T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:00:54.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Who am I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who am I... I often wonder if anyone can truly answer that question honestly, even when they are the only ones who will hear the answer. Is it just that the question is to complex to answer, or is it that we don't truly know ourselves or in the end is it that we spend so much time being so many things to so many different people that we never really get the chance to know the answer. I myself have played many roles and worn many hats. I have been a daughter but never a mother, a friend and often an accomplice, a fiance but never a wife, a lover and a secret. A savior and a downfall. Some have said I wear my heart on my sleeve while others have said I must not have one. I have been known to give in to soon but also to fight to hard. I pretend to live my life like an open book yet if people would pay closer attention they would realize they know nothing about me at all. I have been called the greatest thing to happen to some and the worse to others. I take to little time to forgive and to much to forget. And someone once told me that I was like a tornado you never really see it coming until it hits you and even though you know it will leave chaos and destruction when it leaves, every thing seems alright when your in the eye of the storm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end I feel my question will never really be answered, maybe because I feel like if it is I will be stuck, I will have to be me. No longer playing roles or wearing hats, just being the me that I have decided was the real and true me. Or maybe because I don't really want to know, maybe the fun is in the exploration of the unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7829332606745290028?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7829332606745290028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7829332606745290028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7829332606745290028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7829332606745290028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7829737084658943061</id><published>2008-09-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:59:52.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Soo this is life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So this is life... this is a question I often ask myself. Always knowing that the answer will be yes but all the same still asking over and over, hoping one day the answer will be different, hoping this time the answer will be no... this isn't life this is a dream and when you wake up all the wrong things that you have done and all the mistakes that you have made will no longer chase you in your dreams, because how could they this has all been a dream a wild crazy dream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;o I will continue to ask myself the question, each time bracing myself for the answer, deep down hoping that it will be different this time. And in the time in between then and now I will purge my mind, my heart my soul. My past and my present. I will purge my thoughts, lay them here bare and raw and hope that freeing them will keep me from drowning from inside. I hope that letting them go keeps them from swirling around in my head although, part of me worries that letting them go will cause the noise in my head to stop and I will no longer be able to drown out the sound of myself screaming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I wont know until its all said and done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I am and this is my purge....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7829737084658943061?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7829737084658943061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7829737084658943061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7829737084658943061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7829737084658943061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/soo-this-is-life.html' title='Soo this is life...'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453740854393620859.post-7828609796011276129</id><published>2008-09-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:16:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pûrj</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to rid of whatever is impure or undesirable; cleanse; purify.&lt;br /&gt;to clear of imputed guilt or ritual uncleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;to clear away or wipe out by atonement &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to become cleansed or purified.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my wish... This is my prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453740854393620859-7828609796011276129?l=sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7828609796011276129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453740854393620859&amp;postID=7828609796011276129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7828609796011276129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453740854393620859/posts/default/7828609796011276129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooo-this-is-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/prj.html' title='Pûrj'/><author><name>Oleander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757512245109062954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rofOzToaKWo/SM76WUX2LeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3fsNgThxPk/S220/029-Tuberose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
