<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132</id><updated>2009-11-11T02:57:03.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Love's Escape</title><subtitle type='html'>Real Life ...Love &amp; Hate ...Pure Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-2594550674494773166</id><published>2009-05-22T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:41:42.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holiday Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/ShdUMw3wFaI/AAAAAAAAACw/5_tq077x4Nw/s1600-h/me+with+glasses+~smiles~.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338828461524915618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/ShdUMw3wFaI/AAAAAAAAACw/5_tq077x4Nw/s320/me+with+glasses+~smiles~.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well Hello ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I thought this picture my brother did of me on his iphone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;was pretty fucking sweet! And I had to share it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am good, happy to have a three day weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Been freaking addicted to Farm Town on facebook, it's pretty sad. ~giggles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~sweet summer kisses~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-2594550674494773166?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2594550674494773166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=2594550674494773166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/2594550674494773166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/2594550674494773166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-holiday-weekend.html' title='Happy Holiday Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/ShdUMw3wFaI/AAAAAAAAACw/5_tq077x4Nw/s72-c/me+with+glasses+~smiles~.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-5754942175316083959</id><published>2009-04-26T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:09:29.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SfUS0bTTSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vp5B4cN-ZKA/s1600-h/1st+Day+After+-+Elder+Sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186425954060642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SfUS0bTTSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vp5B4cN-ZKA/s320/1st+Day+After+-+Elder+Sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love it! This is the 1st day after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Notice the little bit of red. But man is it hott! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~giggles~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dusty's is pretty sweet too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He has a picture up on his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mac_daddy_dennis"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ah Sunday. It was nice. Made a big dinner for my brother's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aaron mowed, love that smell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well i just wanted to share this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~wicked midnight love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-5754942175316083959?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5754942175316083959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=5754942175316083959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/5754942175316083959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/5754942175316083959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-tattoo.html' title='My New Tattoo'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SfUS0bTTSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vp5B4cN-ZKA/s72-c/1st+Day+After+-+Elder+Sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-4341055481484158823</id><published>2009-04-17T18:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:30:19.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Out Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SekQuZp6NtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZQSY_BX6n2Y/s1600-h/younger_brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325806423689017042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SekQuZp6NtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZQSY_BX6n2Y/s200/younger_brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SekQYlWNXNI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH81ZH5hnzY/s1600-h/elder_sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325806048870489298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SekQYlWNXNI/AAAAAAAAACY/MH81ZH5hnzY/s200/elder_sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second one means elder sister ...my next tattoo ...for my little brother. He is getting the symbol for little brother. cool beans huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes finally a night away. We (Kim, Jacob, Beau &amp;amp; Aaron ..on and me) are going bowling! Sweet action. I promise to take pictures to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather is great today. But rain and storms are moving in. Good thing that I am working some of tomorrow. Indoors away from that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aaron is so happy to have hig-speed now. X-Box Live ...OHHHHHOOOHHH. ~laffs~ I told him not to become this monster. I'll have to beat him down if it starts. ~WEG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~sexy spring lovin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/13054132-4341055481484158823?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4341055481484158823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=4341055481484158823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/4341055481484158823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/4341055481484158823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-out-tonight.html' title='Going Out Tonight'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/SekQuZp6NtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZQSY_BX6n2Y/s72-c/younger_brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-8010143004862954529</id><published>2009-04-16T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:12:21.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/See7TzL6-UI/AAAAAAAAACE/kh7l6K4LIIY/s1600-h/Black+Bunnie+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325431033221019970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/See7TzL6-UI/AAAAAAAAACE/kh7l6K4LIIY/s320/Black+Bunnie+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back my lovely bicthes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~grins~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes finally I am back online and full of excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have missed this for too long now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am well ...if not better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet the words have left me ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo ...I hope you all had a great Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~wicked love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-8010143004862954529?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8010143004862954529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=8010143004862954529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8010143004862954529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8010143004862954529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/wicked.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/See7TzL6-UI/AAAAAAAAACE/kh7l6K4LIIY/s72-c/Black+Bunnie+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-1991869720248364779</id><published>2007-12-11T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:57:57.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Don Jonesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/R18G5fSC2GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K0LTeubpxtw/s1600-h/Bella+Dawn+Jonesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142836884199888994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/R18G5fSC2GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K0LTeubpxtw/s320/Bella+Dawn+Jonesy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she the cutest? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first "toy" dog, a shitz tzu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to share her with you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All else my way going good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't lose power during this crazy ice storm we got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have a lot to write, just no time yet to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's coming ...soon I hope!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~wicked love to the wicked~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-1991869720248364779?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1991869720248364779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=1991869720248364779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/1991869720248364779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/1991869720248364779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/12/bella-don-jonesy.html' title='Bella Don Jonesy'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1te6D0NvZnA/R18G5fSC2GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K0LTeubpxtw/s72-c/Bella+Dawn+Jonesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-8321854967341196917</id><published>2007-09-12T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:06:27.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Peachy ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The post below is the effect of me being pushed to my limit. I apologize for my attitude but still stand by everything I said. It’s so sad that someone could take the time, read through all my posts and pick out the bad things to tell Aaron, never touching on anything good I wrote about or how much I love Aaron and would do anything for him. Who of which (Aaron) has no interest in my blog anyways. (Still after all this, Aaron could careless about this blog of mine that I love) I have spent time re-reading things and decided what is the point. It’s funny because this wasn’t the first time I got into a argument over &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog. The first was because my friend did not want me to write about her or her family. Now it’s like this new person doesn’t want me to write about &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; life. Give it a break. I’m not going to stop and nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s been sometime since I have wrote about &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; life and the shit that’s been going on. Let’s start with good things and leave the bad for last. I finally rented and reserved the church were Aaron and I are going to get married, it’s two blocks from the house. It is &lt;strong&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; beautiful and most church’s give the hebegebees, not this one. I felt so much warmth from it’s walls. Another cool thing is that the preacher has to do the ceremony. I was going to have a friend that is ordained do it and I was going to write the whole thing, but now I can mark that off my list and let the preacher man do his stuff. It works out really nicely because Aaron was wanting the traditional ceremony anyways. (I think he thought I would write a crazy ceremony) We don’t have to do marriage classes (thank you!), but he does want to meet once with Aaron and myself. Aaron wasn’t around when I got to go and take care of things. Basically he said he wanted to just talk to us about divorce and how in his and God’s eyes that is not a solution. He was shocked to hear that I do divorces all the time in my work and that Aaron and I have been together so long. It was a nice experience to talk to him that day, he made me feel so comfortable which I was terrified I wouldn’t be. I’m looking forward to sitting down with him with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be at the church so I won’t have to go to two or three different locations. The church is big enough for a huge wedding though ours is not that big. I’ve been fighting with myself if I should do an announcement in the paper before or after. If I was to do it before I would be afraid of how many people would read it then show for the day. So I am leaning to doing it after. I wouldn’t mind if I had the money to throw a lavish wedding and invite every single person that wants to come, but since miss money bags is paying for it all herself I just can’t take that chance. Though what we are almost five months away, things are coming together nicely. I went yesterday to talk to the florist about flowers. The one that I really wanted has turned out to be very expensive if I wanted the real thing, which is lily of the valley. The flowers come in in a bunch of ten stocks, one stock costs around $10, so for ten stocks that would bring the total to $100, and that’s not even the final price. So I broke my heart and decided I better keep looking at different flowers. Another sucky thing is a lot of the flowers I enjoy will not be in season come February. Now for the flowers for the boys, mothers’, etc, the price is cheap and good. It’s just mine that will be pricy. It almost makes me want to grow a nursery of flowers so I can do it all myself, but that won’t happen. *giggles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and me went over food items. She is wanting to do a lot of it on her own. I keep telling her the less I have her do the more she can enjoy the day with me. I don’t want her taking care of everything and running around that day with her head chopped off. Hell I need her to be with me some of the day. *giggles* So I have this place in mind that can do almost half of the catering with very good prices so I’m not spending a fortune. All the food really will be finger food. Now I need to start tasting different champagne to see which kind I would want. I think for the liquor part I’m just going to tell our friends that really want to hit it heavy to walk their asses down to the house and have at it. It will be cold so by the time the get there get liquored up and walk back to the church they’ll be mighty warm. So now I’ve been picking up liquor by the bottle when it’s on sale. It’s going to work nicely because come February I’ll have plenty of booze for the boozers. *laughs* Aaron and I aren’t much of drinkers, so to have hard liquor at the wedding didn’t feel right. The only thing now is I have to clean house before then and put a sign to not flush toilet paper on the bathroom door. (Our plumbing sucks dick) I think otherwise everything will fall together. I still need to buy shoes, jewelry, and misc. stuff but that will come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is starting to slow down a little bit. Our office is unique by that we don’t have very many working here, a total of five employees (including the bossman) and three of them are part-timers. Mel is city attorney for twelve towns here in Missouri, plus he does family law, criminal law, traffic law, and many other areas. I am the one that works on mostly everything. So as you can image my head is always spinning. I am always amazed at him for keeping up on it all and it drives me to do the same. I think that is one of the reasons I don’t take time off work as much as I probably should. And when I do take a day off I feel a little guilty not being there. I am so proud of myself for being so dedicated. Though some days I just want to throw my phone and computer out the window and watch them burn baby ...burn!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*giggles wickedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have anything bad to say. So I won’t say anything at all. Life seems peachy my way and I pray it stays that way for a little bit that is. Everyone has their ups and downs and no one should judge them for that. Though I still feel I am being judged, I’ll suck it up and deal with it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~smooches of the fall kind~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13054132-8321854967341196917?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8321854967341196917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=8321854967341196917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8321854967341196917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8321854967341196917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-peachy.html' title='Life is Peachy ....'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-8907837305608489303</id><published>2007-09-11T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:37:06.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Drama ...and Some Heavy Liftin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off I don’t write here hoping to please anyone except myself. It was brought to my attention that a new visitor to my blog told Aaron that I was "bad mouthing" his family. Hummm ...when did I do that? I went back reading some of my older posts and I still don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Aaron says he read it so I asked him when did I write it so I can read it again? He of course didn’t have an answer. Then my next question was when the fuck do you ever read my blog? Again he didn’t have an answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck off! Don’t come here and try to use my blog against me because your pissed off at someone else. It’s not my fucking fault. I have never said anything nasty about Aaron’s family, if I said anything it’s that I don’t like to go to his family events because all the girls do is gossip about everyone. Hello ... that’s the truth and not a lie and not something nasty to say. Something about his family holding me back ???? &lt;strong&gt;WTF?????&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t get that one. Maybe I said Aaron held me back from wanting to explore the world as a flight attendant but that’s old news. I could write lots of nasty shit in here, but I don’t. I try to keep things personal to me here. But now it’s like why fucking do that, it could be used against me in the future. I guess the only great thing about this is I have a history here and I can go back to my first post if I want to and re-read it. No one can go into my account and change what I wrote, it’s all here. So to the person who came to this site and tried to use my words to piss Aaron off at me ...go on ...find some more shit to share with him. I have nothing to &lt;strong&gt;HIDE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of the drama. &lt;strong&gt;SICK AND TIRED!&lt;/strong&gt; I’m tired of people hiding behind lies and drama. I sick of people starting drama and spreading lies. I’m tired of defending things I have said and defending my opinions. They are my own and I am &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; to fucking feel the way I feel. I work hard for everything in my life ...I work even hard when needed and when I’m pissed the fuck off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here’s a song that brightens my mood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hit the ground runnin' with the mornin' sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a job needs doing I get it done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I show up early And I go home late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody knows I pull my weight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't mind doing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always givin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I'm hurtin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep on workin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as long as I'm still alive and kickin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be stickin' To the heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby I heard he done you wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The going go tough and he got gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well he ain't here and I ain't him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if the walls come fallin' in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know) I don't mind doing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always givin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I'm hurtin' I keep on workin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as long as I'm still alive and kickin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be stickin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby when you heart is achin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lean on me, my back ain't breakin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I'm sayin' is I don't mind doing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always givin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I'm hurtin' I keep on workin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as long as I'm still alive and kickin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be stickin' To the heavy liftin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey I ain't quittin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always givin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My everything....... Yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~sweet kisses to those that truely love me~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-8907837305608489303?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8907837305608489303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=8907837305608489303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8907837305608489303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8907837305608489303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/09/drama-drama-and-some-heavy-liftin.html' title='Drama Drama ...and Some Heavy Liftin&apos;'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-6136588097813507467</id><published>2007-08-10T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:01:05.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just Me &amp; Malach tagged my sweet ass so I better get busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Do NOT forget to leave them a comment telling them they are tagged and that they need to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eight is the MAGIC number NOT three or two or one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Eight Facts/Habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A pet-pev of mine is not filling up the ice tray after using the ice. Or even worst taking like three to four ice cubes out and sticking the tray back in the freezer. Dump the whole thing in the ice bin and fill that fucker up again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was younger I use to see "things" others couldn’t. Still to this day I see "things" out the corner of my eye that intrigue my thoughts to believe I must have some special power. I feel it has weaken with age though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I sing out loud when driving by myself or even with someone. I get yelled out by many who say they waved at me but I was too busy singing and driving to notice them. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was born on Friday the 13th! (Woooo spooky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I once fell off a pony at the age of 25 while trying to hop on her. It was my co-workers pony that her girls ride and she thought it be cute if I got on her. It had been almost 5 years since I had been on a horse and had forgot how to get on with out sliding off the side of the saddle. I think they all laughed at me for 30 minutes if not more. Hell they still laugh all me over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Porn is fucking awesome, I have quite a collection. I am not ashamed either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was 14 my mother moved us to Missouri from Texas, Missouri is the only state I have lived in the longest, a total of 12 years now. I get homesick a lot though, my homesick is different than anyone, when I say I’m homesick it means I’ve been in one place to long and desire to get out of dodge so to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a neat birthmark. On the right side of the top of my head, there is a half-dollar size circle that grows nothing but pure blonde hair. The hair can’t be dyed by most colors (only color that did dye it was the darkest I had ever went, which is my current color dark brown), and the skin color is different than the rest of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG:&lt;/strong&gt; I demand the following bloggers/myspacers to write eight facts/habits about themselves: PHIX, Stan, Mac D Dennis, Jacob, Paintball Man, Twisted Thoughts, Lou Anne &amp;amp; (what the hell) Captain Flak Paperpants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~eight times the wicked love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-6136588097813507467?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6136588097813507467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=6136588097813507467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6136588097813507467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6136588097813507467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-1427906962082267129</id><published>2007-07-18T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:33:43.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humid Heat Sucks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m95/mybeautifulblackrose/015hm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m95/mybeautifulblackrose/015hm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I use to love the summer time. It seems that now that I am older (not by much) the heat really starts to get to me, it could be because it’s a humid heat and not a dry heat. For example this morning it’s about 73 degrees, I don’t have central air, anyways I was putting my make-up on and it was just sweating it’s self off. I was a miserable cookie. So I have to improvise in these hot days, running back and forth in front of the ac and back to the bathroom to finish up. Another thing that I have to fight with during the summer time, blow drying my hair. I have a shit load of hair and it takes a little while to get it dry. So I have the heat of the dryer and the heat of the nature forcing themselfs down my back. I am so happy to hop in the car and get to work knowing it will be nice in the office. I am lucky that I don’t work in the heat like Aaron. He was telling me in the shop yesterday it was close to 99 degrees. (He’s a welder incase I have never said so) His boss says if it hits 105 degrees they will send the guys home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been sick. *pouts* The first time started on July 4th, btw Happy Late 4th! I had a fever and couldn’t do much. By the 5th Aaron went and bought a thermometer, because I was scaring him, needless to say my fever that morning was 102.6. So he calls my boss while I’m in the shower (planning on going to work because it’s just not a day I should be away), tells him and he’s like "oh no she’s not coming in". Aaron takes me at 8:15 a.m. that morning to our local clinic. Mind you I haven’t been in a doctors office for years. They run a urine test, and decide it MUST be kidney stones. By this time I had broke that fever and the chills were setting in. I was crying because I was scared and hurting. They say "well we don’t have the right test to make sure it’s kidney stones, so we want you to go to the ER, we are sending with you the urine test so they won’t have to run another. Pay up front." No first off I have no health insurance. Yeah I know! So off we go to the ER in the next town Bolivar. My mother wanted to go so we pick her up to. They both of them are freaking out because I am never sick. Get to ER and they tell me "They didn’t run the right tests on your urine, we have to run our own." So I pee once more in a cup and wait. Thankfully being at the ER they get an ivy in me and put in some pain medicine. I am freezing at this point and pissed because the lady that drew my blood "hit" my nerve in my arm which fucking hurt like a bitch and she has the "nerve" to say "oh well at least your nerve works!" I wanted to slap the shit out of her. Then my male nurse has me help him put the ivy in. At this time I wanted to walk out and say fuck it let me boil till I die! They come back with the test and tell me it’s not kidney stones but a severe kidney infection. They hook up some antibotics to my ivy and give me a bunch of prescriptions. At this point I realize my ER bill would be over a thousand bucks. They release me and I talk to the pay lady. "Oh well this is your bill, Oh you have no insurance, well call this lady in a couple of days to get your final bill and set up a payment plan." "This isn’t the full amount (bill showing $759 that she hands me)?" "Oh no it’s the minimum bill not the final, you do need to pay something before we can release you." So I pay her $40 to shut her up. Get outside and mom says oh honey you didn’t have to give her money. *grrrrrr* Head home to rest and guess what my temp rises to 103.6. *yay what fun* So I went through fevers for about 3 days after the trip to ER. Take all the medicine and bam I get hit with a fucking head cold. Now I’m blowing snot out like you wouldn’t believe. (Yeah I know so sexy huh?) I’ve been taking over the counter medicine but it hasn’t done much. I’d go to the Doctor again but I can’t afford another bill. So I’ll keep taking the over the counter shit and see where that takes me. One thing that really gets to me is I am a very healthy person. I haven’t been sick like this in years. Oh well right ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Chris &amp; Travis has won another paintball tournament. They are doing really good. I hope they keep it up! They have another tournament Saturday. One thing that is a positive for me out of this is the last gun Aaron won he sold on ebay and bought me a lawn mower. *fuck yeah* So I am super pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to go to Foreplay last Saturday night! Wooohooo... was that a bunch of fun. Yes it’s a strip joint. My best friend Jason is the bartender and well he can bartended. Within 5 minutes of me being there he had three shots of tequila in me. At first I asked for a soda to take this cold medicine, he’s all like "what you need a tequila shot?". "No I need to take this medicine so I feel better." "Tequila it is Aasta!". Now I can’t say NO to him now can I. But I did finally. I did enjoy the time there but it wasn’t enough. I am going back real soon and this time I won’t say no. *lol* Jacob, Aaron’s younger brother, went with us. He had a GREAT time and wants me to go with him more often. I guess since the strippers thought I was "awesome", Jacob thought I was "awesome". *lol* So just incase you didn’t know ...I’m awesome! *giggles* The girls were so sexy &amp;amp; sweet. There was this one that was to die for. *mmmMmmm* Yes I must go back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to write about Aaron and my fight we had about the end of last month. It was one of the biggest fights we have had yet I stood my ground and didn’t break down crying. But everything is better once more so I will not touch the fight here. I just hope the things we said to each other stick and that we can make our lives better for us. It’s so hard to get him to understand that everything I do I do for us. I will say one thing, I asked him why he doesn’t treat me "great or good", his response was "I don’t treat you bad or good". This really upset me. I just can’t see that. I treat him so good and I want to, here he is and he just doesn’t think of it that way. *deep breath* But he is trying more now. I just don’t understand him most the time. It’s frustrating. Some days it hurts deeply. Then other days it’s like "who the fuck are you and what did you do with the asshole". *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what .... I got a raise too after being sick! Wooohooo!!! I was so pleased with my bossman. Even though I was out for a day and a half when I got back he gave me a raise and a new title ....ready for this ... Supply Clerk!!! Hot Damn!!! *giggles* Not like I haven’t been ordering supplies for a while now, it’s just now I have the title. I do have to say this is the most money I have ever work for and I am tickled pink. I know I deserve it and all it’s just so hard for me to believe. Thanks to the one looking out for me. The really cool part about it all is that I was the only one in the office to get this raise. Usually everyone gets the same raise but not this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop here and save the rest for another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish all my friends a wonderful rest of the week and a terrific weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like I’ll be getting some relief from the heat and maybe some rain too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fingers crossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~smokin hot smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-1427906962082267129?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1427906962082267129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=1427906962082267129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/1427906962082267129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/1427906962082267129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/07/humid-heat-sucks.html' title='Humid Heat Sucks!!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-7670423186021134502</id><published>2007-06-15T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:20:30.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oldie but a Goodie ...Have a Nice Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's All - Genesis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought it was going alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always the same, it's just a shame, that's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could say day, you'd say night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell it's black when I know that it's white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, it's just a shame, that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though my heart might tell me so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why does it always seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, it's just a shame, that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning me on, turning me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making me feel like I want too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living with you's just putting me through it all of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;running around, staying out all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking it all instead of taking one bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living with you's just putting me through it all of the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it'd be easier I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but why does it always seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, just a shame, that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than I wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no point in trying to pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's been no-one who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me feel like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say we'll be together till the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it'd be easier I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but why does it always seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, just a shame, that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought it was going alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find out I'm wrong when I thought I was right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, just a shame, that's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could say day, you'd say night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me it's black when I know that it's white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'s always the same, it's just a shame, that's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~sexy smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-7670423186021134502?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7670423186021134502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=7670423186021134502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/7670423186021134502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/7670423186021134502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/oldie-but-goodie-have-nice-friday.html' title='An Oldie but a Goodie ...Have a Nice Friday!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-8077654696500076221</id><published>2007-06-13T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:42:00.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Ants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/sparks05/b45e3a7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/sparks05/b45e3a7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that the ice caps are melting? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*smiles &amp;amp; frowns*&lt;/span&gt; Malach brought that to my attention to ... I think ... cheer my whining ass up. Which it did. Because to often I forget that there are much worst things happening besides my own b.s.. Thanks friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am better today, I actually felt so much better after I posted yesterday. So you want to know how my morning went today? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*laffs*&lt;/span&gt; Well little Miss Aasta, slept till 6:30 a.m. today and feels so refreshed. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*laffs some more*&lt;/span&gt; Though Mr. Aaron did not wake me, he left with out kissing me goodbye, or re-setting the alarm. Thankfully my body is used to getting up on time and I woke up right when I needed to. It just bothers me that he wouldn’t think about "what if she doesn’t wake up", but then again I should be thankful I got to sleep till 6:30 a.m. regardless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mow tonight, but with all the rain we have received I wonder if the grass will be too wet. But damn I need to do it. Plus on the back of the house I have so much trimming to do. Things have just took off growing everywhere and it’s starting to look like I live in the woods or something worst. The strays love it though because they have some much stuff to hide in. Last night when I was pulling up all I could see was "Tater" jumping from the weeds trying to catch bugs. He is just the cutest. My favorite out of the strays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday after work I am planning on taking my mother out to dinner. I also plan to have her go with me to Hobby Lobby to pick up some flowers for the wedding. I love my mother so much. Having her here for me is a blessing. Anyways she found this Mexican restaurant that she swears is "authentic" mexican food. When my mother says this ...you KNOW she is for real. So last week she cooked a big lunch for my office and this is her reward. I can’t wait really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an odd reason this season I have a HUGE ant problem. I think some one sent their ants my way. *snickers* Now I have tried everything once again and they just come back. The are super tiny black ants. So last night I set out some "ant houses" that have this poison in them. Within minutes the "home" was covered. You would think that this shit is crack for ants. So this morning I didn’t notice as many. Maybe they o-d on the shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for today people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace ...I’m out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~sugar sugar kisses, because the are so SWEET~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-8077654696500076221?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8077654696500076221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=8077654696500076221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8077654696500076221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8077654696500076221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/fucking-ants.html' title='Fucking Ants...'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-6095772471940845153</id><published>2007-06-12T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:55:34.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pissy that is Me Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t103/_Calgone_/BLDMESS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t103/_Calgone_/BLDMESS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so pissy today it is pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I decided I would dedicate this post to everything that is pissing me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don’t want to hear a bunch of my crap ...stop right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that pissed me off today, our alarm. It goes off at 5:48 a.m. every morning except on the weekend. Aaron should get up at this time and get in to shower. Instead of that he’ll let that muther-fucker go off until 6:30 a.m. when I am to get up. I have discussed this with Aaron in great detail, to please get the fuck up when it goes off the first time, or set it for 6:30 a.m.. Every time I get, "okay Aasta!". Every fucking morning I get this .... alarm goes off, Aaron hits snooze, alarm goes off, Aaron hits snooze, alarm goes off, Aaron hits snooze, alarm goes off, Aaron hits snooze, I look up it’s 6:20 a.m. and I get the fuck up to have my morning cigarette. I get done, go into our room to grab my clothes, ask Aaron if he is going to work or staying home. Listen to him say how I’m bitching to him 1st thing in the morning. All I did was ask if the son-of-a-bitch was getting his lazy fucking ass up!!!! I’m almost at my wits-end with his laziness. He’s all healed up now and there is no reason he should not be at work every day. Hell I work more than he ever has! I work Saturdays most the time. Has he every put a Saturday in? No! But ohh my belly hurts, or ohh I’m sooo tired, or ohh I just don’t feel well. Suck it up bastard and go make some money!!! I never ....NEVER get to take a "ohh my belly hurts" day! I deal with it and put that smile on and get my ass to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing that pissed me off this morning. I feed all of our animals. Jack, the fishes, and the "homeless" (as Malach put it) stray cats. I buy food for all of them. I put water out for most of them. The one time I’m running a little behind and ask Aaron to do these things I get a huge "sigh", like I fucking stabbed him with something. Not a ...thanks babe for being so fucking awesome. Or a ...sure babe I can see your running behind. When has he EVER bought their foods? Maybe he has a COUPLE times in the 8 years we have been together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing that pissed me off this morning. My fucking wardrobe. I HATE to shop for clothes and it has come to my attention I HAVE to fucking go buy some new clothing. It’s not that I don’t have things to wear, it’s just how many times can you wear a shirt before it’s faded, worn and just plain YUCK! I was sick to death at trying to pick something out to wear. It just increased my bitchy mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other matters that have pissed me off just come to the surface when I’m this upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s sad ...no it’s fucking pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need an escape today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to find my "zen" before I rip off someones head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me ....help me please, I don't want to go to prison for exploding!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pissy love today, but hey I still have some love in me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-6095772471940845153?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6095772471940845153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=6095772471940845153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6095772471940845153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6095772471940845153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/pissy-that-is-me-today.html' title='The Pissy that is Me Today'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-621607750392810525</id><published>2007-06-06T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:03:08.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of Sorts ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb48/goldenn_vanss/icons/love%20icons/love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb48/goldenn_vanss/icons/love%20icons/love-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. It’s that I’ve been so busy lately, and when I am not busy I’m not in the state of mind to be typing. *laffs* Let’s see ...I got a raise at work not to long ago. Which has really helped me to save even more money. I’ve become such a tight ass with money, well with MY money. *giggles* Other people in my life think I’m crazy, I think I’m smart. Speaking of work, it’s been super busy as well. You know what sucks about being Number One ...being number one! *LOL* I mean come now, how the hell am I suppose to remember everything and be expected to do it at the same time. Don’t get me wrong I do love my work, it’s just I wish I wasn’t so "unreplaceable". I know job security ... but damn it! *laffs at myself* I was very happy to see one of our huge criminal cases be dropped by the PA because well they didn’t have a leg to stand on. Sad part about that it is that it has ruined our client’s reputation in the town, even though none of the accusations were true. I hope they find some piece of mind now. I am so thankful to have a boss like mine. He is good to me and very good to the public people. It pisses me off when I hear someone talk shit about him. Most of the people in this town don’t have a heart like his. I respect him to the upmost level. The things I have seen him do for people over the last four years has really touched my heart. Thanks boss man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris, Travis and Aaron finally won a paintball tournament. Plus they are now number one in the series. It was last weekend in Kansas, they took first place. Each of them won a $400 paintball gun and a $200 "hopper". Hoppers load the paintballs into the gun btw. (Yeah I’m learning things even when I could careless ....giggles). I am so happy for them and I hope they continue on this path of winning. I guess it was down to the last round, Chris and Travis got shot out and Aaron was left. From what I gather from their conversations, the other team thought they had shot Aaron out first. Aaron got a "paint check" and was called clean. As Aaron watched the other team grab the flag and walk towards their end, Aaron "lit" up the guy in the back and as soon as the last team member on the other team can out to celebrate their assumed victory, Aaron shot his ass out too. In a way I wished I could have seen it, but then again I am so glad I was not there. Job well done boys!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how the mind can play with you. Most might not know about my fear of guns, it’s a long and sad story and maybe someday I’ll relive it for all to read. The sound of something firing off really gets my heart going. A couple of weeks ago I went out with Aaron to Black Buffalo practice. Aaron took his gun to have the boys try it. I stayed inside but could still hear the sound off the gun going off. True it’s a paintball gun, but tell my heart that. I was ready to get the fuck out of dodge. That feeling hasn’t happened in a very long time. It’s a scary feeling I get and I don’t like it. I think Aaron thinks I’m making it up, but I’m not. It’s just something I have dealt with and thought I had long taken care of it. Much to my dismay, the feeling caught up with me and I was disgusted. So that is one reason of many why I don’t go to the tournaments, I just can’t get that feeling to pass when I hear those guns go 90 to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still super proud of the guys for winning and being number one in the series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a pretty sad cookie. I wrote to one of my "best" friends a three page letter in April. Laying it all out there. Still to this day I have never got a response from them. It hurts. It sucks. But maybe that is the response they wanted to give ...nothing at all. Oh well I guess. It just sucks so bad. It’s like a slap in the face. *ouch damn it* Why do I waste my time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Buffalo has had a small set back. Shane the "8 Ball Jester" has decided to leave the band. So now they have their CD with a guy on it that is no longer a part of them. It’s sad, but I see both sides. I hope Shane finds what he out there looking for. And I pray the band moves forward without a major set back. The shows they played last weekend were great I was told. It’s just different now. But different is not always a bad thing. Good luck boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put some &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; streaks in my hair. OMG I loved it. Now though it’s faded away. The color was so bright at first, my hair girl forgot to tell me that for the next four washes that the red would slowly come out. It’s still there but not as vibrant as it was the first few days. I took a picture and put it on my Myspace. You can kinda see the red. I don’t know what I’ll do next with it. It’s getting so long again. Some of the people I deal with on a daily basis were all like "but what about the wedding?" What about it? *laffs* Who knows maybe I’ll have blue and green hair for the wedding, it is MY hair and MY wedding now isn’t it? *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been slacking on writing a new erotic tale. I have so many ideas for the next one, now it’s just finding the time to get it out there. Hopefully maybe this weekend I can begin to get it typed. Aaron should be gone all day Saturday and I’ll be getting off not to late. We’ll see I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~sunny smooches under the oak tree~&lt;/span&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/13054132-621607750392810525?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/621607750392810525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=621607750392810525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/621607750392810525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/621607750392810525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/update-of-sorts.html' title='Update of Sorts ...'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-3512660318670723733</id><published>2007-04-26T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:20:53.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e255/smsportygirl/436.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e255/smsportygirl/436.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain, rain .... and more rain. Don’t get me wrong it’s lovely and we do need it. I just want a wicked storm. Nothing destructive, just wicked. Lots of booms &amp; cracks and a down poor that goes on for hours. Is that too much to ask? ~giggles~ Though today is the last of it for now. Either Saturday or Sunday we are going to the zoo, so the sun better be shining so I can take some awesome pictures. You hear me up there? ~smiles softly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brother, Dusty’s, birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUD! He wanted the day off work but his headquarters said no. (bastards) But he’ll be over after work to get his gifts. I don’t know if I said this before, but he is now the manager of the store. I am so proud of him. Also he has a new lady in his life. Let’s hope it lasts and it’s a good relationship for both of them. I haven’t got to actually meet her, just seen her. Maybe he’s hiding her from everyone. ~laffs~ He said he told her I was the nice one. Hell my mother went off on her about how her sister is a *%$#^%, and owes mom money. I think it scared this poor girl. But that is my mother, she tells you like it is. She pretty much told her that if she acts anything like her sister, mom will not have it. I think it’s kinda cute that she went off, it only means she cares. Though Dusty didn’t like it much. I love you brother of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend he bought a Wii. OMG that thing is so much fun. What was even funnier was watching them box. ~LMAO~ For instance Aaron’s brother Jacob was boxing, we kept telling him to slow down the machine isn’t that fast, but he kept going 90 to nothing. I was sitting behind him laughing my ass off because ever time he start throwing punches his ass was going 90 to nothing too. I loved the bowling game. I still think he is crazy for spending that much on it, but I know he wanted it bad. I now understand why so many people have been breaking their TV’s. It’s unreal. Hell Aaron, every time he went to punch he’d step an inch further towards the TV. I had to keep telling him "Aaron move back". He was hilarious to watch too. I’m sure I would have been too, but I didn’t box!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are still coming together. Here let me share some with you all:&lt;br /&gt;The wedding will be a few blocks from my house here in good’ol Buffalo. My brides-men are going to be my brothers (Sorry ladies!), no maid-of-honor, at least not yet that is, though I do have a fake one so she can get a discount off her dress, but she is also my planner too (love you Amy and thank you for everything your doing for us, you’re a very special woman to me). Aaron’s best-men will be his brothers. And of course ...oh wait I didn’t tell you this last time, I got my DRESS and I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it. (Here’s a link to a picture of it &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=25&amp;amp;id=WCGXGNAleq_aeAX3BOqLxeVWKr_aKpSmMw--"&gt;http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=25&amp;id=WCGXGNAleq_aeAX3BOqLxeVWKr_aKpSmMw--&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aaron is NOT allowed to use this link!!!!! Got it buddy!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ummm, I have a flower boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still working on the reception site, but it will be here in town as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so excited. Even more so that it is happening. I was thinking of writing my vowels today and it brought tears of happiness to me, knowing how madly in love I am with him. I don’t know when it happen, but I do love him with every inch of my heart. Is it possible to love someone more than you have before? Does that make any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall return sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~raining smooches from high above~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/13054132-3512660318670723733?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3512660318670723733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=3512660318670723733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3512660318670723733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3512660318670723733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-6128648318333328384</id><published>2007-03-22T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:08:32.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Nice Day for ...White Wedding!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/yo_andru/Anime/Black%20and%20White/129hjg5seme5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/yo_andru/Anime/Black%20and%20White/129hjg5seme5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have some exciting news to share with who ever that cares. Aaron and I set a "real" wedding date. *smiles* It’s going to be here in Missouri, but we still don’t have a location yet. Don’t ask me why we agreed, or why I got the bug out of my ass, just know that I am happy. One reason I wanted to do this is I asked myself two questions last week, that I hadn’t had an answer to, "Do you see him in your life forever? &amp;amp; Does he make you happy over 50% of the time?" My answers were yes. I can’t see myself without him by my side. Even through everything we have put ourselves through, we still end up on the same page. Sure it may take a couple of hours of us going back in forth, but we know how to compromise and we know when we are wrong. Oh yeah ... date is February 1, 2008. So save the date and I’ll have more details as the time passes. February 1st will be our nine year anniversary, so it will be a special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to lots of rain this week. I kinda like it, and it’s better than the ice storm we had. *laffs* Hard part is it makes me want to curl back up in the mornings. The temperatures have been lovely as well. I hoping to go on a Sunday morning drive in the country side. I use to do that a lot and haven’t in a while. Since the ice storm it’s so hard to look out at the trees and see them all torn to pieces. It’s unbelievable the damage the ice caused. One of these days I’ll get all the pictures I took and get them posted somehow. I even have before and after pictures of just my yard. It’s unreal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to get back into photograph again. I was taking a lot of pictures at one time, but it seems that I haven’t done that in so long. Plus being a member of "The Deck of Many Things" I need to start posting some "art". *giggles* Maybe this weekend I can get some good shots out in the country. Damn I also need a new picture for Myspace. I am sick of looking at the one that’s up. *laffs at myself*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now I suppose. Need to get busy on my work. I’m kinda in a crappy mood today and I think I know why. It just pisses me off. But I’m not going to write about it, I’m just going to blow it off and go on with the daily routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~white loving smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-6128648318333328384?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6128648318333328384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=6128648318333328384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6128648318333328384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/6128648318333328384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding.html' title='It&apos;s a Nice Day for ...White Wedding!!!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-292853706246352105</id><published>2007-03-08T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:37:43.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me ...but You Better Not Stink!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i203/xo_dirty_little_secret/Anime%20Couples/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i203/xo_dirty_little_secret/Anime%20Couples/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fleetwood Mac ~ Hold Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can you understand me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't you hand me a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it doesn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me got plenty of time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nobody in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So baby let me hand you my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no step for you to dance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So slip your hand inside of my glove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me, hold me, hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me, hold me, hold me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want no damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how'm I gonna manage with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hold the percentage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm the fool payin' the dues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just around the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you got a minute to spare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be waitin' for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever wanna be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me, hold me, hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me, hold me, hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been on hell of a day. Dealt with stupid people, a smelly ass guy (not to mention who made me barf after he left my office) and a head that still hasn’t woke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be better, it is Friday ...isn’t it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~sleepy smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-292853706246352105?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/292853706246352105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=292853706246352105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/292853706246352105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/292853706246352105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/hold-me-but-you-better-not-stink.html' title='Hold Me ...but You Better Not Stink!!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-3763167597223118288</id><published>2007-03-05T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:49:33.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Lover Today ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p241/kitty8876angel/purple%20anime/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p241/kitty8876angel/purple%20anime/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The show went great Saturday night. I was actually surprised the amount of money I took just for entry. Sure it was boring but then again I got to see everyone that came and well the ones that didn’t. I also had my good friend Sharon to help out. Which was really nice, thanks babes! I bought two of the CD’s, one for me and one for the Cardona’s which I will mail out this week. Aaron gave me a hard time for buying them when I should have just taken them. What can a girl say, I like to help the band! *smiles* They need it and it’s not like they don’t have 50 other people wanting freebies. Sharon and I got to see a colorful ray of people. *giggles* For instance this one older guy, we’ll say he was in his early 50's maybe, anyways this guy went to his truck on the nose every 10 to 15 minuets and when he came back through he was sniffing his nose and wiping his RED eyes. Come on now, we all know he was having a blast! *giggles* Trust me there was many more people just like him. It’s a lovely world we live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t buy that fucking computer like I wanted. No one to blame but myself. I just didn’t feel "comfortable" buying any of the ones I looked at. I should be happy with myself for not just buying one, but I’m not. I do NEED a new one for home. I think what I’ll do it wait around and spot a good buy before I do. Then again I like having the extra money in my account, kinda like a security blanket. Makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. *laffs* I was close to buying a Compact like the one I have at the office and a 15. 5 flat top screen, just something stopped me and I walked far away from it. Plus all new computers have Vista now and I just don’t know if that’s a good things or a bad thing. Who knows, only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal didn’t come to the show with the kids as she said she would. What’s new. I can’t blame her for not being interested in things that I do. Be it the boys, my blogs, my erotic tales, my silliness. She’s going to be someone’s wife soon and well that’s not my cup of tea. Time does put distance between two hearts that once beat the same long ago. Man when we were together we did almost every thing together. Now it’s like... "well you have a good time with that." Or an excuse from either of us why we can’t come or do this or that. No hard feelings. Life just changes and takes we took different roads. I still love her and the kids and would do anything for them, I know I keep saying that but I want them to know it. It’s so hard for me because I feel like once again I failed. But I’m not going into the best friend failure story because ...well it’s just to damn hard for me to relive all the failed relationships I have been through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell frozed over for a few minutes Saturday morning. Aaron took me to watch a paintball tournament. *giggles* It wasn’t bad, went pretty fast and we didn’t even stay for all of it. Chris his best friend was playing, so we watched one of his matches, of course his team kicked ass. I told Aaron it looked like Chris plays with two kids, which is half true. One is a kid and the other a senior in high school. Both short shits, but they say they are good because you can’t see them as good as an adult. Plus they can hop over bunkers and shit like nobody’s business. I don’t think their team won, but I thought Aaron said they placed fifth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined another blog today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Deck of Many Things: &lt;a href="http://www.rubbersuitstudios.com/DoMT/index.html"&gt;http://www.rubbersuitstudios.com/DoMT/index.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have lots of fun with it once I figure out what to post.&lt;br /&gt;I posted a quick art picture as a beginning of something bigger. *giggles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It probably was really gay put I don’t mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go visit it, love it &amp;amp; join it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~purple passionate smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-3763167597223118288?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3763167597223118288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=3763167597223118288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3763167597223118288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3763167597223118288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/purple-lover-today.html' title='Purple Lover Today ...'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-3390992017133389001</id><published>2007-03-02T09:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:23:51.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Computer to Come ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/aureatenova/anime_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/aureatenova/anime_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*YAY* I’m getting a new computer this weekend. I’m so excited. Still not sure which model I’ll go with but I know it will be so much of an upgrade from the piece of shit I have had for years now. Oh and then I get to learn Vista! *wooohoo* There is so much that will help me with a new computer. It’s unreal that the one I have is still 98 Windows. Talk about ancient, right? *laffs* But that will all change after the weekend. I won’t know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aaron got a pick-up truck from his brother. It’s has to be the nicest vehicle Aaron has ever owned. (He’s had the Nova for eons.) He was so happy last weekend because he got his tax return and got it all legal and in his name. It’s amazing to see that look in his eyes when he’s happy or satisfied. Monday I got off work and he made me drive around back roads in his “legal” truck. It was hilarious, but I enjoyed our road trip into the country side. So now since he has this he has been going to work everyday. *smiles* I know his knee is killing him but he is going and not staying at home. Which is very nice because once again I can start saving for my trip to CA. *smiles even more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I posted that my friends Crystal and Donald are getting married. What I didn’t post about was my feelings on this. It’s so hard for me to open up knowing that they come and read this once in a while. I don’t like how I feel. I don’t think it’s right. I’m fighting with it daily and yesterday was even harder. Donald came in with the kids, which was so nice. Come to find out Crystal ran next door to the store. I just thought cool she’ll stop in when she comes out since the kids and Donald are here. Well that didn’t happen. Donald said he was going to get something from Crystal, and I assumed she would follow. Nope. Didn’t even pop her head in. Stayed out in the car. So after I was done with him, he left. I felt so “unwanted”, so “unneeded”, so very much “unloved”. I know it’s silly. So I call her to ask her why she didn’t come in. She goes off that Donald was suppose to tell me they were in a hurry and running late. Okay well I understand that but why not even pop in and say hello for 5 seconds. Am I not worth that? So of course again my feelings are hurt. But that’s nothing new when it comes to her and my relationship. Ever since that day long ago things will and have never been the same. I just need to accept this and I thought I had. I don’t know maybe I’m jealous that it’s her that’s getting married in Vegas and not me. I mean that was my idea ...or was it? Don’t get me wrong I am extremely happy for them and I wish them nothing but the best. It’s my feelings that are driving me fucking batty. I guess it would have been nice to hear the news in person or even on the phone, but I suppose MySpace has taken over that. I just need to deal with myself and my&lt;br /&gt;life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal or Donald, I do wish you much happiness, please don’t take my post as negativity towards your relationship. I know you both are perfect for each other. This is my place to heal and that’s what I do here. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather has been pretty pleasant lately. That wicked storm came through here and the fucking tornado sirens went off for hours. Thankfully no tornado hit us and my heart goes out to the family that lost their little girl. It’s that season again, for tornados. I hope they don’t take many lives this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night is Black Buffalo’s official CD Release party. *good job guys* I get to work the door. *wooohoo* They are playing on coming in all “rock starish”. *laffs* Aaron’s going to set up our living room with beer and shit so they can hang there till the time comes. (Our home is about 4 blocks away from where they are playing.) I wanted to be with them there and I might still get to. I should have help they said. We’ll see. *lol* They all have grown so much over the years and I am very proud of each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~wicked smooches and loving hugs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-3390992017133389001?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3390992017133389001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=3390992017133389001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3390992017133389001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3390992017133389001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-computer-to-come.html' title='A New Computer to Come ....'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-8597812612573111417</id><published>2007-02-27T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:54:06.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Song to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/sherz101/normal_hiro_suzuhira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/sherz101/normal_hiro_suzuhira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finger Eleven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Paralyzer~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on so nervously &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me and my drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish it was cooling me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so far, has not been good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s been shitty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel awkward, as I should &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This club has got to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most pretentious thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I thought you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I am imagining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dark lit place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or your place or my place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I’m not paralyzed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to make you move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you’re standing still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your body matches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What your eyes can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll probably move right through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me on my way to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hold out for one more drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I think I’m looking too desperately &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so far has not been fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should just stay home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If one thing really means one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This club will hopefully &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be closed in three weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be cool with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I’m still imagining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dark lit place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or your place or my place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m not paralyzed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to make you move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you’re standing still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your body matches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What your eyes can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll probably move right through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me on my way to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was left a message on Myspace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that my friend, Crystal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is getting married on March 30th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to you and Donald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You both are crazy in my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~pink smooches all around~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-8597812612573111417?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8597812612573111417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=8597812612573111417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8597812612573111417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/8597812612573111417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-song-to-love.html' title='A New Song to Love'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-3187190398320533264</id><published>2007-02-19T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:53:07.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Self!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally had a "fun" weekend. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*YAY*&lt;/span&gt; Let’s see, Saturday I got my hair done early in the morning and I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it. It’s much darker than I have ever had it, but I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it. I am one to like change. Had the day off so I got to goof of and get some shit done that I normally rush to do on Sunday. Saturday night was Bubba’s B-Day Bash in Springfield, so you know what that means ....I got to watch Black Buffalo play!!!! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*WOOHOO*&lt;/span&gt; It had been so long, well since before Aaron’s knee operation since I got to see them play. Sure I could go by on practice nights but it’s just not the same. It was a good night, those boys put on a good show. Even though Aaron felt Domeshade did better. The bar kinda sucked, 1st their drinks were so small it was like two drinks and your done and 2nd no food, not even chips or peanuts. One of the guys running the lights hollars, "We have lots of menus you can order and they will deliver." Oh well thanks dude but all I wanted was some chips and salsa! *laffs* But nevertheless it was a fund night. Didn’t get home till about 1:30 a.m., slept to noon on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also Crystal’s Birthday, Happy Birthday babydoll! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a horrible friend and forgot to call her. But she knows I love her and I’ll be making it up to her this week. I hope she had a wonderful day with Donald and the kids. I love you sweet cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Mr. Donald read my blog the other day and read about Aaron not wanted to "get to know" him. I thought I better explain this some. First off Aaron’s feelings do not reflect my own. Aaron is hard to get to open up, particularly to new people. He hates crowds and he hates to meet new people. Call it old fashion, call it stubbornest. I can’t change the way he is. Also Aaron has to deal with things that was said to him that Crystal said about him. (I hate all this he said she said shit.) And Aaron just doesn’t feel like he would have anything in common with him. Which could be true and could not be true. I see it as it’s Aaron’s lost. You can’t make a person like someone and I can’t make him play "nice" either. All I can do is love Crystal and Donald and share what I can with them of my life and theirs. Aaron doesn’t have to be a part of that in my opinion. It would be like him making me go paintballing and hanging with those people. It’s just not going to happen. (I hate paintball... btw). But that doesn’t stop him from enjoying it and it should stop me from loving my friends. So Donald and/or Crys if your reading this, I love ya and so what if Aaron’s an ass. You’re my friends not his. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself a lot on how I should act or be in my life. I shouldn’t do it, because I love who I am. I have flaws like everyone else and pluses too. I have the right to be stupid or smart. I have the right to forget and to remember. I have the right to like this person and not like the next. Everyone has these rights. If you don’t like me then don’t like me. I’m not on this world for a popularity contest. I’m here living life, learning things, exploring new and old stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course my feelings get hurt from time to time, but it’s those times my feelings are so uplifted that make the hurtful times disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So be who you are and love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yourself, it’s a love that will be yours forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~loving smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-3187190398320533264?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3187190398320533264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=3187190398320533264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3187190398320533264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/3187190398320533264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-your-self.html' title='Love Your Self!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-641057762541263890</id><published>2007-02-13T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:28:36.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e216/juxtaposejae/Random%20Pictures/happybirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e216/juxtaposejae/Random%20Pictures/happybirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~does the happy dance~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to ME &amp;amp; Jerry Springer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~brand new smooches~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-641057762541263890?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/641057762541263890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=641057762541263890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/641057762541263890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/641057762541263890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To ME!!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-5368273211878132819</id><published>2007-02-08T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:21:41.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Spring!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n49/tjnhtjnh_8h/64636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n49/tjnhtjnh_8h/64636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally I got to spend part of a day with Crystal. It had been like forever since we have done anything "together". I had so much fun. I had missed her so much. It was like nothing ever happen and we were back to our old self’s again. She wants to go out this weekend but Aaron wants to take me out before my B-Day and V-Day. Plus he doesn’t want to "get to know" Donald, the man she plans on marrying. Also he still has hard feeling for her, since he was told stuff that she said about him behind his back. I tried to explain to him to let it go, but he likes to hold a grudge. Plus I suppose they just aren’t the kind of people he wants to hang with. It’s upsetting to me, but then again I look at it like this, she is my best friend and I love her no matter what. Hell he was so pissy towards me when I got home from hanging out with her. Like I committed a crime or something. The boy needs to get over it. *laffs* I even told him that. I never go out without him and the one time I do, he throws a hissy fit. Damn bastard!!! But I am giving in to him this weekend because he "really" wants to take me out Saturday night and doesn’t want anyone to tag along. Bastard!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see another play last month that I haven’t got to share. My mother for X-mas bought her, my brother Scott, and me tickets to "Hairspray". OMG I just loved it. But then again I love live performances. Scott even liked it which mom and me thought was pretty damn cool. I had originally planned to go with Crystal for our B-days in February. But since mom had already bought them for us to go I couldn’t take her along too. I thought it would be rude of me to invite her along. Sad though cause she missed out and I know how much she loves that stuff too. Maybe there will be a good one coming soon and I can make it up to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven’t notice ...my B-Day is next week. (2/13) Aaron’s trying to get me all excited about it, but I just can’t let myself. If I did I’d get my hopes up then shot down. Happens every year unless I do all the planning. Wooohoo I’ll be 26, yeah I’m still a baby! *giggles* I have to go to court with Mel that morning. So I am hoping to get a nice suit over the weekend to wear. I also would like to get my hair done, but I don’t see that happening till towards the end of the month. We’ll see. *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of winter! Sick and tired of it all! Spring is suppose to come early, but not early enough for me. I want sunshine, flowers, spring rains damn it. Is that too much to ask for? Hell my toes are still cold from this morning. And then there is snow in the forecast for this week sometime. Bullshit! I think they are lying to me. Make them stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~springtime smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-5368273211878132819?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5368273211878132819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=5368273211878132819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/5368273211878132819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/5368273211878132819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-spring.html' title='I Want Spring!!!'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-7539546541963807116</id><published>2007-02-04T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:17:55.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/Shelley81/Icons/Green%20Icons/thgreenbutterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/Shelley81/Icons/Green%20Icons/thgreenbutterflies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see I changed almost everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got this blog switched to the new version, so guess what ...yep I played around with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love it now even more.&lt;br /&gt;All the green is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much for anyone out there?&lt;br /&gt;If so ...to badd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*WEG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Go Colts&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~wicked green love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-7539546541963807116?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7539546541963807116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=7539546541963807116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/7539546541963807116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/7539546541963807116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-of-view.html' title='Change of View'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-117063022711066742</id><published>2007-02-04T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:03:47.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a222/FairyGirl13/Fantasy/normal_Green_Fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a222/FairyGirl13/Fantasy/normal_Green_Fairy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Bowl Day! Wooohooo ...right! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*laffs*&lt;/span&gt; I wish I was into it this year.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel it. *lol* guess that comes with being a girl. Or just not really paying much attention this year to football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go Bears!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new with me. I am in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with the Erotic Stories that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Myko&lt;/span&gt; and I have been doing. It's so much fun. I am learning more and more with every thing I write. Aaron called my first story "word porn", but he liked it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt; Maybe it was but hey ...it was mine. It seems that anytime I get free time now that's what I'm doing, writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I pray everyone is having a great Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~wicked smooches~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-117063022711066742?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117063022711066742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=117063022711066742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/117063022711066742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/117063022711066742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl-day.html' title='Super Bowl Day'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054132.post-116844713822251579</id><published>2007-01-10T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:38:58.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the link to my new blog since I forgot to paste it below. &lt;a href="http://tainteddarklove.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tainteddarklove.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm working on stories and should have a couple up by the end of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;month if all goes according to plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll still be here too, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~wicked love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054132-116844713822251579?l=shimmerlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116844713822251579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054132&amp;postID=116844713822251579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/116844713822251579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054132/posts/default/116844713822251579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blog-link.html' title='New Blog Link'/><author><name>Tainted~Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02320278491337662071</uri><email>tainted_dark_love@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03837268111131335114'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>