<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 06:37:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>And Then There Was Mi</title><description>Dating, Divorce, Parenthood, Beauty....all my secrets are here....</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-5448147833748023503</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jul 2013 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-18T17:21:12.235-07:00</atom:updated><title>Porn Stars</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So, I thought Id add a funny customer service story blog on here since I hadn&#39;t done so in awhile.....so today I get a call from a customer he starts out by telling me his phone is frozen and he needs help fixing it but ABSOLUTELY does NOT want to take it in store. Ok? So, clearly, this man hates stores, or going out in public, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So, I ask him some questions regarding what happened previous to the device freezing...was it dropped? Did you download any new apps or SW updates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He says yes. I ask, Do you mind if I ask what app? He says, well, Im sure you have heard of Porn Hub.&amp;nbsp; O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I, of course, fail to really respond and ask him has he tried removing the app?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He responds with... No, because its not an app, its videos he downloads to his phone. Of his own porn. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Wha, wha, what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He then proceeds to inform me that he is a porn star, downloads his own videos to his phone, and has pornographic pictures of himself on his phone as well as stored as his background, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My first thought is..no effin way. He must be joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He sticks with it to his credit though all the way through his call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I of course want to say things like....you do know porn has viruses? Everyone knows that. And, my favorite...Sir, I understand this is your profession, and seeing as how it is, you must be aware that porn made in your mom&#39;s basement is usually going to slow down your device, no one should ever download free porn to their phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And that my friends is just one more adventure in the land of customer service. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2013/07/porn-stars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw5A6_ys3Y3qMInqRMThPXj_R8F74O5uAgtoB7Go-UAfF0l5Cyc2hni7DGRkmQNZ5kQARsdb2dYiG0nmxDM_vdpS4CfV-ilJAwRPzuRRxADnyb2CDxMEMa8BYHJ7_kJvend2aK8BDceY/s72-c/porn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-3880264685760398740</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jul 2013 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-11T18:55:49.240-07:00</atom:updated><title>Experiments</title><description>I have previously mentioned my new obsession with subscription boxes, specifically beauty boxes. How had I never discovered these before now, I have no idea! But I love them already! I love trying new beauty products, sometimes it results in some serious disasters, but other times, I find a product I adore. I wanted to share these great ideas, in the hopes of making even one person have any easier time finding what works well for them. So, the first box I have received is from +Glossybox&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; I loved the little designer box it came in, everything wrapped inside with paper and a bow, charming! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I got some pretty interesting products. My favorite product is probably the SpaRitual nail polish, it came in a lovely dark purple color. The nail polish was full size, so even better and goes on very smooth. Its also worth $10...so by itself, it paid for half the box. I also got some perfume samples, which were my least favorite items. They were all from Oscar De La Renta&#39;s new line of scents and for me, they were entirely too strong and too musky smelling. I figured Id pass them on to my mother. I also got some interesting lipstick. I&#39;m not really into&amp;nbsp;lipstick and I was dismayed how dark the color was! The brand was Tarte and it customizes to your natural pigments, so if you&#39;re into lipstick, this one may be one try. I also got a couple other products, a skin oil that smells heavenly as well as conditioner that was decent but nothing I could get excited about. It did not do anything more for my hair then my store bought conditioner does. Worst case scenario, if I ever get snowed in and/or the Zombie Apocalypse comes, Ill be stocked up on beauty products! &lt;br /&gt;
Overall, the box did pay for itself and its a fun way to spend a day pampering myself trying new beauty products!&lt;br /&gt;
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Im trying a few different ones out to start, Glossybox, Ipsy, and Birchbox. Im curious to see what they all offer and which Ill keep and which Ill end. If you&#39;re interested at all in learning more, here&#39;s the link to my referral pages.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;GlossyBox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Forbidden Fruit, the apple that was never supposed to be eaten. What is it about things or people or places that we aren&#39;t supposed to want that makes us want them that much more? Is it our inner desire to be rebellious? Do we all just have a natural streak of defiance, a little person on our shoulder, leather jacket on, smoking, who pushes his black sunglasses back up on his face and with a nonchalant only a rebel has,&amp;nbsp;says to you, &quot;Just do it. No one cares and even if they do, that&#39;s their problem. Do what you want.&quot; I&#39;ve been talking to my ladies recently about our &quot;Forbidden Fruit&quot;. Married men, bad boys, ex&#39;s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I think we all have stories of our escapades with someone or something we should never have even looked at, let alone got involved with. We knew better, then we know better now. My focus right now is, why? Is the thrill of doing something &quot;bad&quot;? Are they&amp;nbsp; just that irresistible? Is it a combination of many things? The Cougar, has a married man who repeatedly tries to ask her out. Spam has a married man, has had several actually, that always want to talk dirty online. Are married people really that bored and lonely? For that matter, are single people that bored and lonely? What is about our society today that makes anyone think its ok to shoot me a picture of their dick on my cell phone at 1am...while their wife lays in the bedroom next to them. What makes a married person think its ok to chat with other people in an online format sexually, while their spouse sits in the room watching TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I dont have the answers. I wish I did. Then Id understand it better.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2013/07/forbidden-fruit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sNBVSCMrZrTWNeXCPIp04hmGAZh_KXuVvT-hMwRdc19ICsabzDTJ9nNnsP_XeFpVcsq_ex_8PwgGIi9R4qjQgUcXxtPTueCl166X00PSDz9kmgMjX6_NIzmBKI8FaRVlgHUp-qu8kQw/s72-c/fruit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-2753778093620675900</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jun 2013 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-29T08:28:08.572-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Time to update....so I&#39;ve spent the last several nights with the ex, Alabama. He is here on business for a couple weeks. Its an odd situation...I&#39;m not sure what it is, or even what it will be, if anything. I suspect I&#39;m a convenient place to stay, a car to drive or at least get rides in. Perhaps that&#39;s me feeling insecure or maybe that&#39;s my spidey sense telling me the reality. Who knows? I probably never will completely. And I may not even want to.&lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;s changed slightly, a little less negative, gained a little weight, a little more friendly to my friends and family as they wander through while he is here, that&#39;s about it though. &lt;br /&gt;
Our relationship is very similar to what it was the last time I saw him, one year ago almost exactly. I thought it might be different at first, as he was very affectionate and sweet the first couple days. Now, however, its became the same old routine. &lt;br /&gt;
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So essentially, its become the longest one night stand of my life. &lt;br /&gt;
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So why do I do it? Boredom, loneliness, sucker? Could possibly be any of the above. I think its because unfortunately for me, this man, still retains part of my heart. I haven&#39;t let him go completely. I&#39;m not even sure why that is. Could be that he is easy on the eye, wicked smart, and funny as hell. Or it could be that he is mildly unattainable to me, and don&#39;t we all just love what we cant have? It will be interesting to see what develops in the next two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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On another note, my little&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://wizpert.com/relationship-advice&quot;&gt;wizpert&lt;/a&gt; page seems to be coming along quite well, slowly, but good. I think most of the people I &quot;help&quot; on there, really just want to be heard and having a sounding board to chat with about life. Don&#39;t we al need someone who is unbiased and will just listen and respond sometimes? That&#39;s what I like about my cat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, my first &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.glossybox.com/&quot;&gt;Glossy Box&lt;/a&gt; arrives in a few days, I&#39;m super excited about that! Getting to test out luxury beauty items is right up my alley of fun stuff to do! Sephora may weep at the loss of my credit card charges, but the fact I get to hang out testing beauty products does my soul good :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Tata for now, M&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2013/06/time-to-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-3090107354950423005</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2013 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-24T17:39:06.472-07:00</atom:updated><title>Typical Day....typical conversation...</title><description>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Thought I would just share a typical conversation between me and a guy....specifically, Alabama. He sent the booty comment....I answered.&lt;/p&gt;
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Anyways I got a text from The Cougar, whose nickname for this blog may need to change(-your about to find out why) regarding our favorite topic, men. &lt;br&gt;
So let me catch you up on my favorite Cougar....She decided a few months back that she needed a relationship. Needless to say I was shocked. This is the one friend I have who had never previously even hinted at a desire for a relationship, quite the opposite exactly. I almost choked on my Pepsi that night in the middle of karaoke and all.&lt;br&gt;
So, to continue on, we have a mutual friend, who is very much married and very much likes to cheat. She informed me he texted her, wanting to get a &quot;drink&quot;. She had responded with perhaps. She then went on to inform that fwb&#39;s bore her now.&lt;br&gt;
This lead me to contemplate why that is. There was a period of time that casual sex and fwb&#39;s were perfectly fine. However, I&#39;ve noticed not only her, but many more of my friends are getting less about the casual and more about the commitment. The question is....Why? We aren&#39;t in mid-life crisis mode...yet. We financially support ourselves...It&#39;s it loneliness,? Is it maturity? Is it a fear of growing old alone? The jury is out on what motivates us to seek out stronger relationships with the opposite sex....hopefully it&#39;s got positive reasons not just to cure loneliness. I know from experience you can be just as lonely married as you are single. Perhaps we just like substance and quality over quantity.&lt;/p&gt;
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Yum! I need to give a big shout out to &lt;a class=&quot;g-profile&quot; href=&quot;http://plus.google.com/101439950290883489939&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;+Smashburger&lt;/a&gt; , for having not only some of the best burgers Ive tasted in awhile but absolutely amazing customer service at their Nevada Avenue location in Colorado Springs! You&#39;re rockstars!&lt;/div&gt;
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However, other recent events have occurred. I went back to school, sure I&#39;m only taking one to two classes a semester, but its a start right? I may be 90 by the time I finish but at least I can say I&#39;m a college graduate some day. I find the classes interesting, they are online and definitely takes a lot of self control to do homework rather then watch Big Bang Theory and get my nerd fix or watch True Blood and get my HUNK fix...(Oh Joe Manganiello...one day you&#39;ll make me the perfect 2nd husband). The students are different. Some read instructions, some clearly don&#39;t. Makes group tasks rather interesting to complete. School is school though and just as boring as it was when I was 16. I love to learn, however, being made to write essays about subjects I could care less about is never fun. Ah well. Poor me. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, on the relationships front, I&#39;ve been in a bit of a lull. Actually, make that a giant STOP sign. I still talk to Loveland who only wants an on call vagina, and Tennessee, who just likes to have someone to complain to, and London, who just is.&amp;nbsp;However, in an interesting twist, my ex, Alabama, &amp;nbsp;called me and said he&amp;nbsp;would like to meet for dinner while he is in town on business (ie. court). Yes, he is winner. Its a little misdemeanor, that doesn&#39;t count right? Its not like he&#39;s Dr. Lector.&amp;nbsp;I agreed to go, I&#39;m curious will it be a booty call? How will it turn out? I&#39;ll keep ya posted. That&#39;s if he even shows, he tends to say a lot and do a little. &lt;br /&gt;
I also moved. I live in Colorado Springs, so saying that, it means the last two summers we&#39;ve been going through fire seasons. On a serious note, I was very close to being evacuated in this most current one, called Black Forest fire. Several people I know were evacuated, and a few even lost their homes. My good friend, The Cougar, her parents lost their home. Its such a tragedy.&amp;nbsp;My job was particularly close to it. My new home is not, however, the view from it is of last years burn scar...so if it rains too much, we&#39;d be in flood danger. It feels as if we will never not have giant fires in our beautiful state. There has been so much loss already and still more to come as new fires are eating their way through my state as I type. The wind brings in the constant smell of fire....the sky is an odd shade of grey; the horizon is often times hazy with a orangish red moon at night. We go about our busy lives, when less then a mile from me are the burned out shells of former stunning, multimillion dollar homes that were ravaged by fire last year, and less then 10 miles away, the homes that have been ravaged by fire this year.&amp;nbsp; Its disheartening to drive in either of those directions, and my heart constantly goes out to all those affected in all the fires in this state.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a lighter note, I discovered something new, they may become my new obsession besides shoes and purses.....subscription boxes. That&#39;s right. Monthly subscriptions to boxes of goodies. Ive started with two, Glossybox and Ipsy. I thought Id give them a whirl, try out their beauty products and if I like them maybe try more. I spend wayyyy too much money on hair/beauty goods in a month, so maybe this will curtail that a bit? I hope so and so does my checking account, although I suspect my credit card companies would prefer I keep spending ungodly amounts of time at Sephora. As I get the boxes I&#39;ll share what&#39;s in them and if their even worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it was nice catching up! Ill be back on again when I have updates or something interesting to tell!&lt;br /&gt;
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My very first call of the day came from a gentlemen who,&amp;nbsp; although very nicely, started his call out by informing me that although he loved the company he will happily sue us for breaching our contract if we don&#39;t allow him to tether his computer to his cell phone with no limits. First of all,&amp;nbsp; wouldn&#39;t we all love to use our internet on our phones with no limits, however, last I time I checked, cell phone companies aren&#39;t non-profits. So they are going to look out for their bottom line, lets be honest, most companies do and so do most people. Anyways, I told him I completely understood his frustration, and how important it was to get online. After reviewing his account, I notice he doesn&#39;t have the feature added and proceed to inform him that in order to use his device as a hotspot, he will need to add it...oh, and it costs 14.99.&amp;nbsp; Well, of course, he starts throwing a fit, telling me how he works for several large, well-known magazine companies as a freelance writer and he has NO problem writing an article about our practices and publishing it and making sure we get a black mark against us, not only that he has no problem suing us for breach of contract. I take issue with this for a couple reasons, first of all, your saying you cant afford 14.99 a month, yet you publish articles in famous magazines, secondly, you cant afford 14.99 but you can afford the lawyer to sue us, and lastly Sir, you haven&#39;t been under contract with us for 5 years...so I&#39;m unsure what contract it was we breached. So, in other words, FAIL. Of course, I don&#39;t say these things, if I did, Id be fired in under 2.5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
Next call was less annoying and more entertaining. The gentleman calls in to tell me he has words scrolling across the side of his screen and he cant make it stop. Ok. So in an effort to find out what it is , so we can make it stop, I ask, can you read me what it says? No, I cant read it. Is it unreadable or? Nope, I just cant read. Ok. Did you install any apps recently and then it started? No. Whats your background? My mother. (First of all the man in question is at least 30 years old.) The entire conversation so far, I can hear what sounds lie a nasaly, New Jersey voice in the background talking or what sounds like bitching to me. I figure it his wife. I figure wrong. So as I continue to ask him questions and he continues to have a nervous breakdown over this scrolling issue. And by breakdown, I mean his voice is getting higher pitched, cracking and he&#39;s telling me he cant handle this shit and its just too much for him. So, of course, we are getting nowhere. This is the point since, he cant read to me what it says and we are unsure if its app related or alerts from the phone...I tell him he can take it in store and they can read the alerts and figure out what it says. He proceeds to tell me that if he goes in store, he&#39;ll go to jail. What? He says he&#39;ll go to jail cause they talk to him like he&#39;s an idiot and he&#39;ll end up punching one. Great. At the point he&#39;s crying at the idea of going in store...I hear the nasaly female voice get louder and tell him &quot;Get the fuck off my phone, I&#39;m tired of listening to you cry like a baby about your stupid phone, you just don&#39;t know how to use it. Hang up the phone now!&quot; His response? &quot;Shutup Mom!&quot; Wait...your Mom is your background and she is yelling at you to get off the phone and your clearly over 18? bhahahaha. I hear her continue to scream at him to get off his phone, and he tells me, forget it, that he has to go, cause his Mom thinks he&#39;s retarded and is making him. The call ends. And I laugh... &lt;br /&gt;
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And that&#39;s the end of my adventures for today....I&#39;m sure Ill have more stories later on, because in the crazy world of customer service, you never know whose going to be on the other end.</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2012/10/adventures-in-customer-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-6997274286329486715</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-21T10:32:53.633-07:00</atom:updated><title>Friend with a Vagina...</title><description>So, one of my online man candies....I also have him on a social networking site, we wont say which...ok, wait, lets give some background on Loveland first. I met Loveland at the still young, fun and cute age of 21...he was the mysterious, sexy, older man of 31. We slept together a few times, I recall it being pretty nasty, in a good way. I was entranced by his sexual expertise, which may or may not be accurate, because at 21, I had sleep with oh, maybe 4 people. Yes, I know I&#39;m a whore and going straight to hell. Let&#39;s move past it. Anyways, moving on...we recently reconnected through said social networking site. We&#39;ve been chatting for, oh, I dont know 6 months maybe? He lives approximately 2 hrs away from me. We have talked about meeting up, but haven&#39;t done so quite yet. Why? Well, for starters, my car likes to die A LOT. And by A LOT, I mean its in the shop every other day and me and the mechanics are almost like besties. Almost if I didn&#39;t want to slap them and shove their hands into my car fan while on full blast, cause they clearly have no clue how to fix it, so they certainly don&#39;t need those worthless hands anyways...but that&#39;s another adventure for another time. And he seems to not be able to go anywhere without his dog and uses it as a reason he cant come here. And I mean he cant do anything without him. Matter of fact, the first time we jumped up and down? I recall quite fondly his dog coming in and licking my leg and his butt...sweet, a dog bath during sex, fantasy realized! Not really. What kind of freak do you think I am? &lt;br /&gt;
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Back on track....so, I noticed recently he had become much less talkative to me. Calling less, texting less, so on and so forth...what did it mean? Was he bored, was he busy, was he distracted by that all consuming time of the year, that women like to call hell and men like to call Football season? No, turns out after during some social networking checking (No, its not stalking if I&#39;m his friend on there), that he had&amp;nbsp; a woman visiting him all last weekend. Was it his Mom, you ask? Nope. Sure wasn&#39;t unless his Mom is his age and posting cutesy photos of the two them while all his friends say Congrats on your relationship and what a lucky man he is. Before you ask, no we don&#39;t live in back country Kentucky, so the likelihood of him being with his Mom is slim.&lt;br /&gt;
So I text him and say,. &quot;Congrats on having a girlfriend&quot;. Now I&#39;m sure your thinking as I was....was that necessary, cause I&#39;m sure you came off as snarky to him and jealous.&quot; And trust me, I would have taken it back right as I hit send....but with all the things a freggin cell phone can do, it cant do that. This is the point, he responds by telling me he has no girlfriend. I laughed and said, really, maybe you should take a look at your profile then, cause it and your friends say otherwise. He says, I swear she&#39;s just an old friend come to town to visit. So, I&#39;m wondering at this point...do I have idiot written on my forehead? Clearly the man is convinced I&#39;m either A. Slow or B. Stupid.&amp;nbsp; Pretty sure this isn&#39;t my first rodeo with a man who very much does have a girlfriend and very much tries to pretend otherwise...so, I simply say, ok, whatever. End of conversation. So today, he texts to tell me how he&#39;s taking a bubble bath, because I apparently I might like him better if I know he does that...I suppose bathing regularly is a plus. I reply with, Is your girlfriend still visiting? He says no, I have no girlfriend. So, I respond with, Fine, your friend who just happens to own a vagina still visiting? He says no. Now, normally I wouldn&#39;t be bothered by a man I am NOT dating, dating another woman, I have no claims to him. However, in this case....it bothers me cause I think he believes I&#39;m foolish enough to believe him. I mean really, if I had a friend who just happened to have a penis visiting...I&#39;m sure he would think the same. That yes, she does have a man.&amp;nbsp; So, in this case call her what you will, girlfriend, bed buddy, girl who owns a vagina....whatever she is, she is your girlfriend. Whatever else could she be? I mean really you don&#39;t post your bf/gf pics on&amp;nbsp; a website and then say, no nevermind, we are just friends. I don&#39;t snuggle and spend the night with my guy friends, do you?</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2012/10/friend-with-vagina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-4515605922048809750</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-04T10:53:19.288-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Heart is a Lonely Hunter....</title><description>Today is my birthday. Ive spent most of it on pinterest, pinning various items that I think I might need to do/see/make, etc to my boards. I love electronic hoarding, its an amazing waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;
I also spent some time talking to London. London is guy I&#39;ve talked to through online means, ie. Skype, Email, Facebook for some time now. He&#39;s pretty funny, sometimes I have no clue what he is saying but its sexy none the less. I&#39;m pretty convinced he could say something like, &quot;please clean the bathroom&quot; and make it sound like the most amazing and sexual thing ever. He can be difficult though, seeing as how he is several thousand miles away and busy. I feel like after 2 years....it might be time to take the jump and meet him. Feels like a safe move for the most part. Of course, taking a risk is involved in meeting anyone I suppose. Anyone could be a serial killer right? :O&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Ill be the first to admit I like to let my imagination run wild in regards to this man. Maybe he&#39;s a serial killer, maybe he&#39;s married with 40 kids, maybe he&#39;s an international spy...maybe he wants a green card. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not always sure though, as he can be kind of hot and cold. One day talking all day and one day not talking at all. Of course, I&#39;m always fairly certain I have really high expectations of men and that both Disney and Romance novels have created this for me. Not to mention I always wanted to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman....not a hooker, but swept away by a super hot, wealthy man who cant live without me. A girl can dream right? Or Carrie in Sex and the City...swept away by Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;
At this point though,&amp;nbsp; I might just settle for some one who remembers my birthday, and keeps up a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;
I find myself flitting listlessly from man to man, bored to tears after no more then what feels like a minute. And unfortunately, I&#39;m not the only one. Cougar informed me she also is quite bored with the men in her life, that perhaps its time for some new blood after last nights fiasco and feeling of &quot;Eh&quot; after the evening was over. So ladies, I ask you.....how do you solve the boredom? Do you simply find new toys to play with or do you try to stick it out with the trusted, tried, and true and make it work?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-heart-is-lonely-hunter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-7566169722755457168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-03T21:32:10.003-07:00</atom:updated><title>Boys...</title><description>I sit here on my couch, getting messages from a couple different of my &quot;online boyfriends&quot; (as my mom likes to call them) contemplating why it is that we try to connect this way? Does it do our soul good to just have any type of communication? Who cares if we only know them by their screen names...&quot;MasterGrower420&quot;, which we all know what that means....squinty eyes and lots of snacks on that date....or &quot;SuperJock69&quot; Great. Not only does he think he&#39;s the captain of the football team again...he very well still might be 16 mentally, cause I&#39;m fairly convinced no self respecting man over 25 uses the number 69 for anything unless its referring to his grandmothers 69th b-day party. And of course any guy who responds to the second chat message as &quot;oh your so hot, xoxoxxo&quot;, cant possibly be trying any harder to make me not interested. &lt;br /&gt;
My friend the Cougar texts me at the same time to tell me how she has one of her younger men coming over to &quot;entertain&quot; her, we like to refer to him as &quot;The One Who Cannot be Named&quot;, since they originally met when we all worked at the same call center and we couldn&#39;t loudly announce to everyone that she was jumping up and down on this fine young man. So this leads me to wonder, do we need men for more then the occasional conversation and/or &quot;entertainment&quot; reasons?&lt;br /&gt;
With the ability of us to make our own money now, buy our own homes, cars, etc....have we lost the &quot;need&quot; to be married and maintain long-term relationships? As me and my friends move about in this world, we seem to become more independent and less interested in putting ourselves out there for serious relationships. While I contemplate this, of course, Im still messaging back and forth through this ridiculous online dating site...waiting for my &quot;KnightinShiningArmor1&quot; to show up on the screen and convince me why, I should meet him outside the virtual world, and how he can whisk me away to his castle in the clouds. I suppose I&#39;m a hopeless romantic.</description><link>http://andthentherewasmi.blogspot.com/2012/10/oh-so-silly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324286725969882410.post-5397100007512151870</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-22T17:34:24.686-07:00</atom:updated><title>And then there was me...</title><description>I&#39;m starting this blog for a few reasons...1) to keep track of all my crazy mis-adventures in this disease we like to call life. B) In honor of my 33rd birthday, I&#39;m another year older, and quite possibly another year crazier. 3) Maybe by reading my ridiculous experiences we can all bond, share a laugh, or just feel better about your life. If the last is the case, glad I could help! and lastly, D) why not? Its a great way to share my story.&lt;br /&gt;
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About me and relationships:&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m currently separated from my ex-husband of 5 years, we shall call him Fat-head. I&#39;m not dating anyone, unless you count my fantasy boyfriends from TV and/or books. And the last guy I did date, well, lets just say he was pretty...and that&#39;s about it. We&#39;ll call him Alabama. I&#39;m pretty sure my vibrator did a better job of making me feel loved then he did. As of right now, I do A LOT talking through the internet with various men, some from the U.S. Some from other countries. I know, I know....your thinking...oh how sad....she can only meet men on the internet....you could be right, but hey who knows, maybe my Mr. Perfect is in Russia, slamming back vodka as we speak,&amp;nbsp; and if he isn&#39;t? Then at least Ill have some interesting stories to tell you all about the men I do meet.&lt;br /&gt;
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About Me and Family: I have a very chaotic family. My mom lives with her boyfriend, I have two younger siblings, one a sister, who has this fantastic marriage and blonde adorable baby....I know, we hate her. I actually love her, but how is it my 22 year old sister has it together more then I do? I suspect I know, but we&#39;ll chat more on that later. I also have a brother. Now, don&#39;t get it twisted, I love my family, but we are definitely closer to Roseanne then the Brady Bunch. I also have an amazing 7 year old daughter, she is what keeps me grounded and keeps me from running away with the circus or whatever other random fantasy I might concoct in my head and decide I need to try.&lt;br /&gt;
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About me and friends: Maybe by now you&#39;ve realized I&#39;m mildy sarcastic...or at least snarky. So your thinking..is it possible for her to have friends? I&#39;m always a little shocked too. I have my friend I&#39;m closest to, we shall call her Spam. That&#39;s right she&#39;s a congealed meat in a can. She puts up with a lot and loves me like a sister. And I&#39;m grateful for her everyday. And I have the Cougar, she likes hot, young men, who can blame her right? She is fiery and crazy and just as sarcastic as I am, and I adore her for that. And there&#39;s a few more....you&#39;ll meet them along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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About Me and my Interests: So what do I do besides get on here and type about my life? I work in customer service and regularly want to slam my own head into the desk when I get customers who cant even use the devices they pay a bazillion for. &quot;Please Ma&#39;am...put down the iPhone 5...just back away...its dangerous in your hands....now over there is a nice little flip phone....this is perfect for you and your capabilities...&quot; I also attend school full-time, I&#39;m convinced its primarily to owe debt to Sallie Mae who will repo my degree one day when I&#39;m still working in customer service for nada money and cant pay my loan debt, but it will look great hung up with magnets on my fridge. I have other interests as well....reading porn , or as others like to call it &quot;50 Shades of Grey&quot;, cooking, traveling and laughing, and shoes, omg, yes, shoes....those might actually be my type of porn.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, why should you read my blog.....to laugh at my idiocy is always an acceptable reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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