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baby" /><category term="dumped" /><category term="organized" /><category term="physical" /><category term="virginity" /><category term="feedback" /><category term="picture" /><category term="ratio" /><category term="cheating" /><category term="rise" /><category term="brothers" /><category term="chores" /><category term="good people" /><category term="hide" /><category term="real man" /><category term="e-waste" /><category term="sister" /><category term="eyes" /><category term="women" /><category term="children" /><category term="turn off" /><category term="spoon" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="stress" /><category term="boobs" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="thankful" /><category term="the mood" /><category term="illogical" /><category term="puke" /><category term="drunk" /><category term="single" /><category term="communication" /><category term="marraige" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="baby weight" /><category term="blog" /><category 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You will hear all about my very own rants, and we can all let a little steam off, and have a great laugh.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603640357894856961/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Queen of the Rant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLlCU5azucc/TBp2uA5JkWI/AAAAAAAAADI/T12L9cPfQBo/S220/images.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RelationshipRant" /><feedburner:info uri="relationshiprant" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUHQX08fCp7ImA9Wx9WGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-6612849454164960785</id><published>2011-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:30:30.374-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-24T09:30:30.374-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Queen of the rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playlist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant-song" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realtionship rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adele" /><title>Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 18</title><content type="html">Hey Y'all I hope you had a fabulous weekend.&amp;nbsp; To kick it off-lets jam!&lt;br /&gt;
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You all know how much I love Adele-and her new album is coming out in February-so here is a sneak peek...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well since things seem to be functioning in the lovers den.... this rant is about a different relationship-our love affair with trash!&lt;br /&gt;
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After doing a bit of Spring cleaning over the weekend, I had the plesure of visitng my local dump.&amp;nbsp; I was astonished to see just how much garbage our community produces.&amp;nbsp; You see I grew up in the Interior of British Columbia, where all of Vancouvers garbage goes!&amp;nbsp; In the summer time you were hit with the stench of rotting trash, and when the wind piped up-it was strown across the highway for everyone to witness.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that your garbage gets buried in the ground?&amp;nbsp; Well where I am from it does.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when I went to the dump, I was amazed that no one sorts through the garbage, instead they leave it up to "honest" individulas to tell them what you are dumping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, as much as I think most people are honest, with todays economy, everyone is looking to save a buck here and there, so the chances of them telling the attendant that they are throwing out old used car batteries, or electronics-which costs more to dump-I am sure they are going with the cheaper avenue-household garbage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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No one sorts it, no one checks to make sure you are not throwing away old cans of paint-nope instead they shovel it ito a compactor, truck to the lovely place I grew up-and bury it in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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We wonder why we have cancers, life threatening illnesses, and mercury in our oceans.&amp;nbsp; We wonder why beached whales are disposed of the same way toxic waste is, why our polar bears are dying of exhaustion to make it to their next meal and why our birds are falling from the sky.&amp;nbsp; Well try burying a toaster in the ground for a few months, and then measuring what chemicals and toxins are seeping into the ground-the same ground where we grow fruits and vegetables to feed our children.&lt;br /&gt;
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SO next time you have something that you are going to throw away-THINK-think can I donate this to someone in need-can I take anything valuable from it-can I turn it into something useful, can I recycle it, can I keep it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tribute to our old dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lady of the vineyard"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLlCU5azucc/TTSBIG7va3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u85Sbg8G0Tk/s1600/HPIM3136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLlCU5azucc/TTSBIG7va3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u85Sbg8G0Tk/s320/HPIM3136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Who Who"-owl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;snail on the fence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My New Years resolution hit me this weekend-and it is not to lose weight or quit smoking, which will only benefit me-but rather to waste less.&amp;nbsp; Throw things away only if it is necessary-and to make something out of the next guys common trash.&amp;nbsp; My first endeavor will be to make art of of garbage-which my dad does all the time (above photos), or like &lt;a href="http://aurajoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aura Joon&lt;/a&gt;, who makes stuff out of recycled things or garbage-like old cupboard doors that she paints and puts quotes on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope the next generation is smarter then we were, given they have more then we ever did-does that mean eventually all of it will end up in the landfills?&amp;nbsp; Well that is up to you and me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please send me your great ideas on things that I can make out of garbage like Aura Joon and my dad do! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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PS-Just because you think you are recycling your electronics through the right avenues, check out this video which open our eyes to where it all is really going... a documentary that I will surely be watching, and I hope you do to!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is how she is doing now...&lt;br /&gt;
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Queen,&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you and your followers for all of your advice.&amp;nbsp; I went with the honesty is the best policy option, and I am sad to say that we ended our relationship roughly a month after I told him.&amp;nbsp; However, the reason why I wanted to email you and let you know what happened is that it turns out everything worked out fine.&amp;nbsp; Stevie's advice was spot on-I was in a bad situation, and neither of those guys were what I really wanted.&amp;nbsp; Now I have found someone that I could truly be happy with, and we are doing great-no drinking and we do not fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was scared to lose my ex since we had been together for so long, but really that was the best thing for me-perhaps that is why I chose to sleep with his friend in the first place-subconsciously I knew we would never last after that!&lt;br /&gt;
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If it was not for you and your followers I may still be stuck, trying to lie my way through a meaningless relationship, and miss out on meeting my new man.&amp;nbsp; My ex is drinking again, and I worry that it is because of me, but I will never look back-thank-you so much for all of your help!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;
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"Couldn't be happier"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-1728342964599481189?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All of the actors do a great job, and they are all singing themselves.&amp;nbsp; My favorite song I have chosen to make this weeks Relationship Rant Playlist song. It is just such a touching song, and I hear you do not get this version on the soundtrack so this is a special treat for all of you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loved the whole soundtrack as well, but you need to see the movie to make it that much better!&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;
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I am going to try to get myself out of this rut.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I need a vacation from the holidays, but really I think I want something more, something big, and life altering.&amp;nbsp; I cannot help but feel like something is missing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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For now, I am going to get ready for another year of rants.&amp;nbsp; I will do my best to catch up on all your blogs and see how your holidays were.&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone had a safe and healthy time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do not forget to &lt;a href="mailto:smart_blondey12@hotmail.com"&gt;send me&lt;/a&gt; your holiday rants.... it is the most stressful time of year, so you gotta have something to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-3657148146819953848?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Once I was a nice altruistic &amp;amp; loving woman. I obeyed my parents. I  graduated from a top tier university and created a financially rewarding  career. I worked hard and enjoyed life. I have traveled to over 50  countries. I loved &amp;amp; respected others based on their character and  nothing else. I always maintained my appearance, never drank, never  smoked, never did drugs, never depended on a man &amp;amp; was never  promiscuous. &lt;br /&gt;
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I prided myself on my size 4 figure, flawless skin and long healthy  hair. I look about a decade younger then my chronological age. In my  20’s I was married for a short time to a wealthy investment banker in  New York. The marriage was initially good but soon discovered he was  bipolar. I left and divorced him soon after. I had a good relationship  with an Irishman for a few years. We ended it as friends. I did not want  to move to Dublin permanently.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I have only been with two men sexually. I am not frigid, a religious  fanatic, fat, ugly or deformed. I have always believed sex should be  within marriage or at the very least in a mutually loving stable  relationship. I have never had a yeast infection, a std, suffered sexual  abuse, become pregnant or faced the many woes women who are very  sexually promiscuous have to experience. I was disciplined &amp;amp;  resisted instant gratification. 95% of me feels comfortable with my life  decisions. I avoided a lot of BS women go through in the effort to have  “love” or a “man” in their life.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The remaining 5% of me thinks maybe I should have been open to children,  willing to sleep with the firm’s partner, sleep with married men in  power, willing to have a threesome, willing to date younger men who were  attracted to me, accept a man’s jaded sexual past who was reformed and  good to me &amp;amp; not reject him. Then I think would I be in denial or an  emotional basket case like many women are who take the devil may care  attitude. I do not know. We all make choices. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I have learned is that MOST MEN want a woman dependent on them in  some way preferably financially whether they are willing to admit it or  not. Most men are not interested in having a smart mate. They only want  you to look good &amp;amp; play the arm candy. Most men do not care about  your accomplishments. They want to fuck you. Most men want to play the  “hero” &amp;amp; solve the problems. They do not want a partner who can  solve the problems and avoid the damsel in distress scenario. &lt;br /&gt;
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It does not pay to be a nice girl in life. Nice girls are boring, lonely, unappreciated and unloved. &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should have been a whore or a gold digging selfish woman. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Single lonely 39 year old woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-4190580762829950538?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sorry I have been sick all week, and finally have recovered enough to do a new post.&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone is doing well, and getting psyched about Christmas and the holidays.&amp;nbsp; I have almost finished my shopping, and even started wrapping last night-so I do not feel as stressed as I usually do around the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also excited because it is my birthday on Friday-but I have not come up with anything to do-so please give me some ideas-I am not much of a club kind of girl, so it makes it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;
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My song for today is another one by the Dixie Chicks, and it is one of my favorites, but it is quite sad.&amp;nbsp; The video is amazing, and anyone I talk to has a different interpretation for the song.&amp;nbsp; I would love to hear your idea of what this song is about, just comment below.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mine is that I think it is about child abuse, but I am not going to say anymore until you tell me what you guys think it is about....&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you like it as much as I do...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Oh geesh-I knew I had this coming-Queen)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I commence, let me say that I am a happily married man.  My wife  and I work well as a team and enjoy a really good sex life.  I am  writing this as I see some of my single male friends and what they are  going through and I am taking this as THEIR POV for all you complaining  women out there who think you are the most beautiful, sexiest, smartest  babe around who can walk on water and whose pussy never smells funny.   While you are beautiful, you better start paying attention to this shit  below. &lt;br /&gt;
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List of Shit Women Need to Know. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hey, you know that saying “I have the pussy so I make the rules”…yeah  well that’s total bullshit.  There are a lot more women out there who  are nice, are pretty, and don’t hold that shit over  our heads.  If you really are staunch about that “I have the..”  bullshit, you’ll more than likely end up making those rules with your vibrator. &lt;br /&gt;
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Stop complaining and doing nothing at all about it.  That’s the lamest  shit ever…and don’t go on with how tired you are running the kids  around.  Do you think that the man at work is not freaking out with the  responsibility of making bacon for you and the kids?  No wonder men die  earlier. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here’s an important one, when I ask you a question, and it’s  legitimately a yes or no type of thing, answer yes or no.  Example,  “honey, do I need to empty the dishwasher?”…The right answer is yes or  no….here is an example of the WRONG answer “well, it’s not going to  empty itself” (and inserting the rolling eyes adds even more insult to  injury).  Here’s a clue, men don’t just think about porking every hot  babe there is, we have a shitload of stuff on our minds.  The bills, the  car, the dogs, the yard, the job…tons of shit.  So when we ask, it’s  for real because we do want to help, but many times were not sure of the  status.  Oh yeah, fuck you and the idea that we should just get up and  do it, how many times have we started something with the assumption that  it’s ready to be done, only to be stopped and asked why the hell we are  doing that?  So answer the fucking question, we’ll get up or stop what  we are doing and empty the dishwasher. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now driving, yeah, you’re worse at it.  Want to know why, you’re  easily distracted.  STOP pointing out every little dumb ass thing on  the side of the road that we have seen 100 damn times.  Stop trying to  do the relationship talk while your feet are supposed to be on the gas  and brake pedal, but not both at the same time.  Don’t get to the end of  a merge lane and THEN just start to look left to merge.  Christ…pay  attention!  I’m totally serious, why you think that now is a good time  to start an intense conversation about Jenny’s boyfriend being an  asshole or how your boss keep looking down your shirt while navigating  downtown rush hour is beyond anyone with a smidge of a brain.  No  fucking wonder you get stupid at shiny things!&lt;br /&gt;
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So let’s get some shit straight…. &lt;br /&gt;
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1 – We love you, stop acting like a demented Rottweiler &lt;br /&gt;
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2 – Answer us directly, we have shit on our minds too and need help remembering shit if it needs to get done. &lt;br /&gt;
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3 – Stop playing holdout sex games.  It WILL drive men away and they  will either dump your ass for a new hottie or do it behind your back, or  we will become asshole grouses just like you.  Enjoy sex and be what  your partner wants and he sure will do his damndest to do the same for  you. &lt;br /&gt;
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4 – Trust me, men give you LOTS of breaks, and it’s time you recognized  it.  Men may be from Mars and women from Venus but that doesn’t mean we  shouldn’t understand that we are both in space and our gravitational  fields relate to each other. &lt;br /&gt;
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Wow, some crazy rants here eh?&amp;nbsp; That last one made me want to jump through my computer and give that poor girl a hug and a ride to the airport-no one deserves to be treated like that!&amp;nbsp; I find it amazing what a&amp;nbsp; man can do to a woman.&amp;nbsp; The way they can make us feel, and make us think that we are the most wonderful people on the face of the earth one day... and the worst people the next.&amp;nbsp; I hate to say this, but they almost brainwash us, and we flutter on their every word.&amp;nbsp; I hate this, but I hate to say that I do it too.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I am not the only one either, speak up ladies, don't be shy.&lt;br /&gt;
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This next song goes out to all of these women.&amp;nbsp; It took me some time to figure out what Florence is trying to convey with this song, but lets say it hit me like a bullet in the head.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that's what she wanted... us to make us our own meaning for the song.&amp;nbsp; Well this is what I came up with... us women need to take care of ourselves, as happiness can change in a matter of minutes.&amp;nbsp; We work like dogs to try and please the men in our lives, and for what?&amp;nbsp; It does not really get us anywhere in the long run, usually we end up with broken hearts, or worse-broken jaws.&lt;br /&gt;
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So today I say fuck men, fuck them and the horse they rode in on.&amp;nbsp; We don't need them for anything.&amp;nbsp; I change my own oil-and I take out my own trash.&amp;nbsp; If I really need something handy done... I know that there are good people lurking around that will do things for me because they are good people, not because I did the dishes so they have to fix my car, or better yet because we are sleeping together.&amp;nbsp; We either pay for their help in one way or another, they are not genuine feelings of gratuity.&lt;br /&gt;
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So today I mark November 29th as FUCK MEN DAY.&amp;nbsp; I am sure us women deserve our own fuck women day, but we will leave that to some sour man to create.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy this song everyone-I just found her even though she has been around for awhile, and I hope you love her as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;
MUAH&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;-Queen&lt;br /&gt;
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I simply must take this opportunity to tell you that despite the fact my blog focuses on mostly negative rants, sometimes a rave is in order.&amp;nbsp; Today is that day.&amp;nbsp; I want to send a shout out to Tom Boos of Vancouver, BC for showing me that there are good people left in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I pulled up to get gas at my local Petro Canada, and there was a line up to get gas.&amp;nbsp; Once I was finished fueling I jumped back in my van, started the engine, and nothing...&amp;nbsp; That's not all, my alarm was making this weird noise every few seconds, drawing even more attention to me as I held up everyone trying to gas up behind me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I immediately got on my phone with 'the man' as he is quite the handy man.&amp;nbsp; It was early and so I had to call a couple times to wake his ass up, and when I did he was like 'what do you want me to do..." -ass!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he says to ask the gas guy if he has a wrench, so I ask, and he says there is a mechanic shop next door and they probably have one, so I went over, but then I remembered I left my purse in my open van, so I went back-I looked like a chicken with my head cut off, running around... clueless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On my way back to my car, a gentleman asked me if I needed a wrench, as he must have over heard me ask the gas guy.&amp;nbsp; I said "yes, but I don't know what to do with it".&amp;nbsp; The man is on the phone on one ear, and this guy on the other, so I told my man I had to go as I could not talk to two people at once.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see I get really panicked in these situations, I think it is out of embarrassment, and I do not know why I care about what these people think of me-I will likely never see any of them again, but the man gets mad when I get all panicky and shriek on the phone in his ear, so I did not mind hanging up to speak with this nice calm gentleman with the wrench.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We walked over to my car, and he fiddled with a few things and asked me to start it.&amp;nbsp; Poof-she started no problem.&amp;nbsp; I said "how did you do that?" and he told me that my battery posts are loose and dirty, so he showed me what to do if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then he gave me the wrench, and I said no no-thats okay.&amp;nbsp; He said no take it-trust me-this will happen again until you take it in and get those tightened and cleaned.&amp;nbsp; So I accepted the wrench, and I told him-I owe him one-can I by ya a beer or something?&amp;nbsp; He said no but let me give you my card-and just tell your friends about me-I said so you are a mechanic, and he replied that too, I do it all.&amp;nbsp; His card read-handyman.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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He is right though-he is that too, because not only is he a handyman, mechanic and cleaner, but he was my little miracle for the day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So thank-you Tim Boos-YOU ROCK!&amp;nbsp; You showed me there are good people left in this world.&amp;nbsp; I will tell everyone I know about you, and now I know what to do if it happens again.&amp;nbsp; You know what they say... teach a man to fish and he will at for a year, or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tim taught me to fish, and now I am proud to be human again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-7916623438759898524?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ok so i'm married i have been for 3 years now and honestly I HATE IT!  &lt;br /&gt;
my husband is the biggest jerk in the world he yells at me degrades me  and cares more about his materialistic things than me....or his daughter  (who is 3 months old btw)  &lt;br /&gt;
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i just dont know what to do, i cant just leave him (i had my daughter 3  months ago and now im fat no one else would want some fat girl) and to  make matters worse i support him he doesnt work nor has he ever when i  met him he lived with his parents and 5 months later he was living with  me and still is.  &lt;br /&gt;
I just feel lost and confused when i got pregnant with my daughter i was  so excited and two months later we were set to go to the first ultra  sound and the night before the ultra sound he gave me a story about how  he needed to rush to his moms (which is over an hour away) and stay  there for a few months because she was having serious health problems, i  was hurt but i understood. Then a few days later i talked to his mom on  the phone when i called for him and she was asking me why he needed to  be there and asked me how I planned on paying her for him staying  there....I asked her what he told her and she told me that he told her  that he just needed to get away.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So i ask him and like every other time he gets caught in a lie he flips  out and yells and screams until the cops come... so then i play it off  like nothing is wrong and put on a happy face for the cops (not that i  did anything illegal or anything but to save his ass). So on christmas  my parents got us matching IPod touches and in february i was playing on  mine and apparently he asked me a question and i didnt answer so he  grabbed my IPod and threw it against the wall (several times) and broke  it ok so he still plays on his all the time, im not allowed to touch his  but im fine with that seeing how im always working or taking care of my  baby one day his goes off and its some 17 year old girl named "melissa  wright" and she is talking about having sex with him and getting married  to him so i pick it up and message her back and tell her that hes  married and she messages me back and says i know babe when are you going  to tell her that your moving with me ( i never said who i was when i  messaged her) a month after that my baby was crying (i had just worked  18 hours) he woke me up and said "arent you going to get your kid" so i  say "shes yours too cant you get her" and he said "FUCK" and jumps up  and gets her then he throws the baby wipes against the wall and breaks  them open. So obviously being a mother i get up fearing for my baby and  tell him not to worry about it and i take over and he goes to bed and at  this point he chooses to sleep in the guest bedroom so that the baby  doesnt disturb him anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so tonight i hugged him and he dropped his IPod (on the carpet in the  living room) and he starts yelling at me telling me what a worthless  bitch i am.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And to make matters worse his mom and dad are getting a divorce and his  mom doesnt have a job so i have been paying her bills too and she just  talks about me all the time and even made him think it was okay to  physically abuse me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work constantly and feel like i have a dark secret that only me and my now 3 month baby know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-6058911022556244848?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Now I know this group has some problems with some Americans, but you need to stop blaming this group-music is a form of free speech, and you know what-in the end these ladies were right-they stood by their beliefs even if it meant their own demise.&amp;nbsp; Not only does there music protest some very important issues-but it will truly touch your soul.&amp;nbsp; Whether it is the banjo, thefiddle or that amazing voice-this song will bring a tear to your eye... and hopefully put things in perspective for you, through good times or bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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What I hope you all leave with from this song-is never back down from something you believe in-and if you contemplate doing that... listen to these gals-and they will show you the way!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please forgive me if this upsets anyone, that was not my intention-this guy has obviously put a lot of thought into this rant, and so I want to give him the opportunity to post it-as I do not see many men with the ability to show their emotions like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Queen,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First let me start by saying I am male, that being said. I am at a  complete loss as to why you see all these men taking a stand on  abortion. The way I look at it is, I do not want anyone man or woman  telling me what I can or cannot do with my body. Our bodies are the only  thing that's really ours, and we all should be allowed to choose how we  take care of it, or abuse it, or end it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I do not want a bunch of women getting together and coming up with rules  on how I take care of my body, and telling me that it doesn't matter  what I feel is best for me they know whats best for me.  &lt;br /&gt;
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People talk about a fathers rights, how men should be able to stop a  woman from aborting a child that they conceived. Ok bullshit, if the  woman didn't tell the man he would have never ever known.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of people say that because we have legalized abortion in this great  country it has destroyed American families, its an easy way out of a  serious life changing event. I disagree, women have been second class  citizens for long enough, if a woman wants to go out and have sex with  lots of guys she should be able to without having to think twice what  other men are going to think of her. We men do it and we don't have the  added responsibility of possibly getting pregnant. Most all of us have  been there at least once being head over heels for some girl, or some  girl is head over heels for some guy. You talk all the time cant wait to  see each other and then after you have sex with them you realize you  don't really like them that much. I know the religious of those out  there are gonna get all up in arms and say something like you should  know that person your going to have sex with spiritually and love them  on a spiritual level then sex is not important  the extremists are going  to say that sex was never meant to be for fun its only done to  procreate.  &lt;br /&gt;
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All horseshit, just a bunch of propaganda. I think those lies were all  started by men to cover up the fact that they were lazy and selfish in  bed. Then of course women got smart and used those lies against men.  Saying things like we just did it last week ( but what they are really  saying is; your a worthless screw I get more satisfaction from a shower  head, or Sancho the gardener.)  &lt;br /&gt;
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Who wins in this battle of the sexes, Those girls and guys that actually  do respect each other as equals in all aspects of the relationship, and  if they are smart they will tell the same tired ol stories that  everyone complains about. He doesn't treat me like he used to, or she  wont go down on me anymore. She is always out shopping, he always has  his nose in the TV blah blah blah. Ladies if you have a good man at home  that's treating you right don't tell your girlfriends and fella's if  you have a lady at the house that is a complete tramp in the bedroom but  a straight laced lady out of it, don't tell your buddies. If you try to  tell everyone how green it is on your side of the fence ladies and  gents your setting yourselves up for a whole lotta peoples trying to  jump the fence into your yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I digress, My point is, as men we have no right to choose whats best for  a woman. I saw this on a bumper sticker that I thought said it all  pretty good. "If you cant trust me with a choice how can you trust me  with a baby".  I think we have all seen it at least once if your over 30  that is (Cause lets face it when your in your twenties you really don't  pay to much attention to other people's kids), where you see people  that have kids, and you think those poor kids. You have to have a  license to own a dog, but anyone can have kids how screwed up is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-5087256851623633362?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Still really effin busy over here, but never to busy for a little music therapy.&amp;nbsp; Here is song 13 of the Relationship Rant Playlist, let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;
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Queen,&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, here goes...we live together, and have a for quite a few years  now...*mostly* happily, but this relationship is not without it's fair  share of problems. &lt;br /&gt;
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First, he's a slob, regarding clutter, and I'm fucking fed up with it. &lt;br /&gt;
The cleaner I am, the sloppier he is. Fucker can't even change the roll  of T.P. in our bathroom because he says he's "too busy". This is a  universal man problem I know. What is with you guys that you can't take  LITERALLY 30 seconds to change the fucking roll of T.P.? &lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, I admit, I am an anally retentive neat freak of the highest order! I  long for my single days, living alone. When I lived alone, my apartment  was IMMACULATE at all times of the day or night. I LOVED coming home  with no cleaning to do. Perfect cleanliness and order everyday! This  shit actually makes me fucking HAPPY!!  The only clutter I had was my  ass on my clean couch! I could invite any random man I wanted over, to  my CLEAN place, have the sex I wanted and needed without all this damn  headache of having to clean up after a man! &lt;br /&gt;
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I had a patio with beautiful plants and flowers, there was no dust. My  bed was always neatly made, no water spots on my sink or mirrors, no  junk drawers full of crap, my closets were organized, no dirty dishes in  my sink ever existed. I clean up after myself. It's not hard. Things  stay clean when you ARE CLEAN! People who live like slobs, baffle me.  How can anyone live like that????? Isn't it embarrassing????? It is a  reflection on YOU. If your home is dirty and sloppy, that is what people  will think and believe of you! I can't count how many people, friends  invite me over, and always I enjoy great company....but if their house  stinks, I am secretly disgusted!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, my patio is filled with power tools, boxes of his garbage, from one  end to the other, cement to ceiling,  with not a clean spot out there.  If I clean it up, the crap MAGICALLY appears there the next fucking day,  and I have to start over. &lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like that old 70's T.V. show now..."Sanford &amp;amp; Son". Might as  well be the local trash dump. It's embarrassing to me when we have  guests. We look like white trash in a trailer park with all his fucking  crap. If I ask him to clean his crap, he'll politely say he'll "get  around to it" while he parks his ass, on my couch playing video games.  This fuck of a bf is 46 yrs. old, and I am 41. If I wanted a kid, I  would have one, but I remain happily childless for a reason. I want a  man, not a child who can't clean up after himself. I want a partner, not  a fucking sloppy child playing video games 24/7 This shit alone makes  me want to dump him. I figure dumping him would be like taking out the  trash. I can have my "clutter free" life back. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'd like to say that the sex is FANTASTIC, and it is...when we have it. I  never met a man in my life before him who was a prude in bed. He's a  prude. a FRIGID fucking prude! I want sex all the time, he is happy with  only "once a month". Nope, he's not gay. If he was, he wouldn't be such  a slob. At least gay men are neat about their shit...I'll give them  that!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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It's not like he's not attracted to me anymore either. Oh, he is....and  my man is too lazy and too pussy to even cheat on me if he was  unsatisfied. What a big ass pussy, and I've lost all respect for him  because of this reason. He don't even own his own ball-sack! &lt;br /&gt;
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My man is also a SUCKER. He has SUCKER written all over his forehead,  and it's pathetic! Last night some drugged out, young man came to our  door. If you saw this guys eyeballs, they were bloodshot and dilated.  He BEGGED my bf for money at our door "shaking" like he was going  through withdrawals, and needed his "fix". He told my bf it was for a  magazine subscription. My stupid bf was ready to hand over his entire  wallet to this druggie kid when I stepped in and stopped it. I asked  this kid to show proof, i.d "anything".... He had none. I politely told  him to try another place, as we have no money to give..(lie) and my bf  got IRATE!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Could you believe this started a fight?! &lt;br /&gt;
My bf said I was a bitch, because I was looking out for him, and didn't  want to see his SUCKER-ASS get ripped by a drug addled kid who was  scamming him. Sometimes I think I am smarter than him. Sometimes I KNOW I  AM, and last night was one of those times! &lt;br /&gt;
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We went to bed in silence. He snored, and farted in bed...fucking  "lovely".  I moved my ass to the couch....at least it didn't stink like  farts there, and I could sleep in peace without all the damn snoring.  When I woke up, I had to nail the roof back on, his snoring and farting  was sooooo bad! DISGUSTING! &lt;br /&gt;
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lot's of hot  sex, has needs, etc.,  and if I can't have a "grown-up man" who is my  "intellectual equal", fun to be with, conversate with, whom can make me  laugh,  who is not a "sucker" or a "pussy", who has more ambition in  this life to do anything else but play video games at the age of 46, has  BALLS, *MAJOR BALLS*  than I'll be happy to grow old and alone  single!!!!! I can have and do have "plenty" of toys to do this job, it's  just gets old without intelligent conversation and someone to enjoy a  good home-cooked meal, and outing, a road trip, with or even breakfast!!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah...I might just dump this man, go back to being single, have my shit  in order the way I like, and hell....adopt 5 cats, so SUE ME!!!! Cats  are cleaner than men anyway. At least they shit cleanly....in a box,  bury their turds and well, only have to change the damn litter! &lt;br /&gt;
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Having 5 cats sure seem better than having a "sloppy man" who can't take care of himself, and isn't into much sex anyway!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, this whole scenario looks better than growing old with some  slob of a man, who sucks in bed, sucks out my whole life-blood, and my  happiness,  and can't change the god-damned roll of T.P.!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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This is my second Alanis song-but if anyone knows a break up-its her.&amp;nbsp; Her music is empowering yet emotional and even heart breaking at times... I think that is why I like it so much. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all had a great weekend, and mine was filled with some much needed relaxation, and some mouse hunting, which I will get into later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Been having a look to see what you all have been up to in the last couple weeks.... you guys have such exciting lives!&lt;br /&gt;
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MUAH&lt;br /&gt;
-Queen&lt;br /&gt;
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Queen,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
First let me say thank you, for giving me the opportunity to anonymously tell you my problems, with little judgement.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to your commenter's, as they changed the way I thought, and got me out of what could have been a downwards spiral.&lt;br /&gt;
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You will be happy to know that since June, my life has been a 360 degree turn around.&amp;nbsp; I met the best man in the world, and we are engaged.&amp;nbsp; He has connected me with family, friends and we have a dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I could not be happier, and laugh when I think back to how unhappy I was.&amp;nbsp; I gave up looking for love and then it stumbled upon me when I least expected it-in other words you were right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is what we make of it, and in the end we can only judge our own happiness and change our lives, but part of me feels like I have your blog to thank.&amp;nbsp; I know I am happy, and that you all helped me, so I am forever thankful for this.&lt;br /&gt;
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It does not matter how many people we have around us, what mattes is the quality of those relationships.&amp;nbsp; I know this now, and even though I may revisit those times every once and awhile, they have made me stronger, and gave me a yearning to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank-you again, and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-3409572425823961995?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My boyfriend and I are about to celebrate our 2 yr anniversary, when  last night he tells me that he's not happy. That maybe we need our  space, so we can give ourselves room to grow. He said that he feels like  he isn't able to grow and expand and express himself freely. He was  talking about having no motivation and wondering why he's even living  right now. He said he should have motivation to make a better life for  us, but "Look at us, our home life, it's boring. This isn't what I  want." It felt like one dagger to the heart over and over and over again  as he revealed what had been going on inside of him. This isn't the  first time that he has mentioned us getting separate apartments and that  there's no excitement and we're not living life to the fullest. BUT in  my defense he doesn't even like to leave the house. I try to find things  for us to do &amp;amp; sometimes he's up for it and sometimes not. I try to  make life entertaining, but anymore he just wants to stay home. It  seems to happen when a series of events occurs.....too much stress at  work (which has been pretty constant lately), listening to too much Alex  Jones (this guy makes me want to end my life) &amp;amp; not a lot of sex  going on in the bedroom. As the saying goes....when the sex is great, it  is only 10% of the relationship, but when it's not great, it is 90% of  the relationship. I have a low libido and I've tried things to rev it  up, but I'm not having much luck. I've even gone off my birth control  pills to try to bring it back. I had a tubal so no fear of pregnancy,  thank God considering where I'm sitting this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what to do at this point. I feel so confused. He tells me  that he believes I'm the one and that we're going to be together, then  he tells me he needs his space and we don't have enough in common, then  I'm the one, then he needs his space. This morning when I brought this  up he says "Well don't you want me to say nice things? And if I'm not  consistent, don't you think that means you better have a Plan B if  things aren't going to work?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Mon - Fri we have approximately 4 hrs together (give or take) I come  home, do dishes, get dinner ready, we eat, we try to relax, we shower  &amp;amp; we go to bed. Yes, this is boring, but what are we supposed to do  EXCITING in this short span of time. He says we're not making the most  of it. What could we be doing differently? He says we don't talk, but he  always has Alex Jones on and I know that's how he relaxes, so why would  I try to take this away from him or interrupt it?? He says we don't have  the same interests, but lately his interest have been Alex Jones (again  this guy scares me out of my mind) and his work (our jobs are completely  unrelated).  &lt;br /&gt;
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Our lease is up in May so it sounds like he's willing to give us this  time to figure things out. I want us to stay together. I just don't know  what to do right now. A huge part of me wants to believe that it's just  his job really stressing him out. I mean this job is literally sucking  the life out of him. It's all he thinks about and all he does. Of  course, come the weekend he doesn't want to do anything...he's drained,  but I think he fails to see that then it turns around on me, that we're  not exciting.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Couples.........Please......how do you make life exciting??? Help me save my relationship!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-5775474102652116996?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have some catching up to do with all of you, and I cannot wait to hear what you guys have been up to over the past week or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all had a great Halloween, and just in case you were wondering I got lots of kids, and I did not even have to lure them in with a trail of candy in front of my house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I have to clean up all my decorations....&lt;br /&gt;
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PS-Does anyone know an easy way to get that fake spider web stuff off all my trees and railing? LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;
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-Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-4920542986246532894?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope you all had a amazing weekend, and that this Monday is not too busy for you to find a few minutes to enjoy song 11 of my Relationship Rant playlist.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just discovered this gal, but she has been around for awhile.&amp;nbsp; If you are a Grey's Anatomy fan then you have likely heard some of her stuff.&amp;nbsp; I found her by fate- is what I believe, because she is great, and now I get to share my favorite song of hers with all of my wonderful visotors.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her name is Brandi Carlile, and she is a triple threat in that she can sing, play a mean guitar and the piano as well.&amp;nbsp; I am sure she does other stuff well too, but those three I know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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She reminds me of a few different artists all rolled into one, and some of my favorites, which is probably why I like her so much.&amp;nbsp; She reminds me of Pink, Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash, and Adele.&amp;nbsp; I do not know how to describe her music, I would have to say folk rock soul?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I created a new category of music.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do you think about Brandi Carlile?&amp;nbsp; What would you classify her music as?&amp;nbsp; I would love some feedback from y'all on this hidden gem...&lt;br /&gt;
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So all my amazing followers.... &lt;b&gt;what is the most romantic thing that has been done for you, or you have done for someone else? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I will go first, however, the men I have had in my life have been on the less romantic side... but a couple of years ago, 'the man' gave me a love letter and it was very special, I still have it, and before that he made me a romantic cd which was also up there on my list.&lt;br /&gt;
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... The most romantic thing I have ever done... well I would say it is when I wrote 'the man' a poem called 'message in a bottle' and I put it in a bottle for him to find... kinda corny I know...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now it is your turn...&lt;br /&gt;
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PS-Keep it up with the awesome comments-you guys rock- and the advice is greatly appreciated... Soon I will post some of the ranters thank-yous and follow ups.... MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-4667949162634323875?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am single and dating a man who is living with another woman.  I met him  while traveling for work at a client site.  In a nutshell, that's the  background-he is cheating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before he left for work the other day, he asked me if he can have my underwear??? I  mean, I thought that was a weird request.  But I was like, “um, okay”.   He said  he misses me so much that he wanted something of mine.  I suggested  taking my fuckin’ luggage too, that way I don’t have to pack lol.  He  insisted he only wanted my (used) underwear and thanked me for the offer  of my luggage.   &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I guess he brought my underwear home and he said he tucked it in the  back of his closet – where it has resided for …a long time.  About a  month ago, his girlfriend asked him to pick up the dry cleaning.  He  said it was a weird request because he has only picked it up once before  during their entire relationship.  He gets to the dry cleaners and at  the very front of all the dry cleaning was that pair of underwear.  He  thought he was so slick by just throwing it out – I told him she is  sending you a message…The message being SHE KNOWS YOU ARE FUCKING  AROUND!!!   &lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t you think his girlfriend knows and was sending him a message?  Bringing home my underwear?  He is begging to be caught!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603640357894856961-7640010111836082986?l=rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had a good weekend, and got my yard looking acceptable for all the trick or treators that will be trotting up and down my street at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
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FYI-I love Halloween, perhaps because I love seeing all the kiddies dressed up and begging for the sweet stuff!&amp;nbsp; Last year I got a group of 6 princesses all of which were between the ages of 1-4, soooo cute.&amp;nbsp; This year I am going to try and dress my puppies up, put the scary music on and try to rope a few more in.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I lived on a very busy street I would not get any kids, so I would go as far as standing outside my gate putting a trail of candy leading to my house, even that did not work, but maybe they thought my tactic was strange enough to warrant a potential poisoning???&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I love Halloween, and I think it is because I never got a chance to do it when I was young, well not until I was about 9, but by then the damage was done.&amp;nbsp; So I do my best to get everyone in the spirit, and I give anyone who comes to my door at least ten candies each... yes I spoil them in a hope that they will remember me and come back year after year, and tell all of their friends about my generosity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Just curious though... what do you all do to attract or distract children from your house on Halloween???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anywho, it is playlist time y'all, and I have a special song for you, that hopefully many of you have never heard.&amp;nbsp; If you have never heard of Sia, then check her stuff out, it is fabulous-the whole CD, and her newest one too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you enjoy the new boobs, that I helped to buy for you.  &lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know you were going to leave, especially after all I did for you. &lt;br /&gt;
especially after supporting you for 2 years, helping you get legal, and even helping your mom get legal. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this is not about posting bail for your brother, loaning your niece 1400 bucks or moving your apartment 3 times.&amp;nbsp; This is about you, about us. I miss you, and I do not even know why after you left me.&amp;nbsp; Did you find something better?&amp;nbsp; Were you with someone else while we were together?&amp;nbsp; I thought we were happy, I did everything to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I think you were just using me, I do not even know if you ever cared about me or if it was all just lies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been drinking every day, I'm so depressed. Depressed knowing how much I loved you.&amp;nbsp; I have so many questions, and you have not given me any answers.&amp;nbsp; Will I ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been 6 months now, I cannot snap out of it.  I do not know if I ever will?&lt;br /&gt;
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