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term="PkmanTrainerJ" /><category term="Husky" /><category term="Bob" /><category term="GreatDane" /><category term="Shou Shou" /><category term="Contest rules" /><category term="schmuck" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="deuchebag" /><category term="Psycho Nut-Bag" /><category term="money" /><title>So Sue Me!</title><subtitle type="html">My crazy journey thorugh life...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CaliGuy" /><title>Finding inspiration</title><content type="html">It has been almost two years since I "&lt;a href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-say-once-week.html"&gt;Stopped Looking&lt;/a&gt;" for Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I didn't actually stop... I kept right on rolling down the dating highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in December of 2009 I stopped having sex with my dates... As you can imagine it didn't lead to very many repeat offenses.. oops I mean Dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a sexual sabbatical. For ONE YEAR! I didn't have sex with anyone (except myself). It was awful.... but I suggest anyone who is stuck in a rut to do the same thing. I was able to get my head screwed back on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't realized just how fucked up I was until I took that year off. I was able to see how I was sabotaging myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot. Any guy I have ever blogged about in the past is LOOOONG gone. None of them could find it in themselves to care about me for me. The couldn't appreciate my responsibilities or my time constraints. They wanted to be the center of my world and would get upset if they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... I was just completely fed up with men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in July of 2010 I met someone... and at that point in my life... well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time I was extremely wary of any guy who showed any sort of interest in me. If they said anything along the lines of "Hey I think you're really interesting" I would be completely turned off by them. Because so far any guy interested in me has been seriously fucked up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the guy from July 2010.... We met at an event that I was hosting and I interviewed him for a radio show I've been doing. After the interview he said he would like the chance to get to know me. Alarms started going off and bells were ringing. I freaked out but gave him my business email addy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard from him again. I ran into him briefly a few days later, but no communication. And the clencher... He lives in a different state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote him off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later I was coming up on the end of my self imposed year of celibacy. I was hosting another event (same event, different day) and who should walk right past me while I am taking a break... Yeah Mister July. I recognized him immediately and I literally snatched him by the arm and said "HEY! I know you!". Creepy I know. But you see the weird thing is for weeks before this event This guy had been haunting my thoughts. He had a very memorable personality and these Blue Eyes that were fall down beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the rest of the night talking during my breaks from hosting. At the end of the night we exchanged emails... this time I gave him my personal email.... I didn't think I would here from him again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the rest of the story......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8436744789228925568?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/9E8DdlOcwAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8436744789228925568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8436744789228925568&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8436744789228925568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8436744789228925568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/9E8DdlOcwAs/finding-inspiration.html" title="Finding inspiration" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2011/03/finding-inspiration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QASXg7fCp7ImA9Wx9aGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8096290649385496397</id><published>2011-03-11T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:02:28.604-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T18:02:28.604-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A New Road" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><title>A New Road</title><content type="html">After years of wandering aimlessly without a muse I have come into the  presence of one who has awakened a sleeping heart. I have been shown  that there is still hope and still goodness in the world. I was handed a  mirror and forced to see the beautiful person that I am and to learn to  love her all over again. I will be forever grateful to the Muse who  inspired this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A New Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I was left to wander&lt;br /&gt;broken and mismatched&lt;br /&gt;What I saw made me ponder&lt;br /&gt;Had the gate been latched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would there, could there ever be&lt;br /&gt;in all the world 'round&lt;br /&gt;Someone to view the real me,&lt;br /&gt;To find what could be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it in them to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;that which I most love&lt;br /&gt;There is no deceit to employ&lt;br /&gt;I am the same below and above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought hope was close to lost&lt;br /&gt;and the towel was ready to throw&lt;br /&gt;My heart was growing a frost&lt;br /&gt;my light was losing its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steady bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked right into my way&lt;br /&gt;And with a smile so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Blew the dust away&lt;br /&gt;gave me a tender treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me that the inside counts&lt;br /&gt;and to be strange was good&lt;br /&gt;Gave my step a bold new bounce&lt;br /&gt;and led me through the wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the journey I came to learn&lt;br /&gt;That I was just as bright&lt;br /&gt;That What could heal had a burn&lt;br /&gt;And was losing its own light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together we found a way&lt;br /&gt;to learn it over again&lt;br /&gt;That its best to enjoy today&lt;br /&gt;And seize now, not when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few steps are taken&lt;br /&gt;the road before unseen&lt;br /&gt;the loose bits have been shaken&lt;br /&gt;and the new slate is clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we go from here&lt;br /&gt;is still to be sought&lt;br /&gt;But I travel without fear&lt;br /&gt;For I am brighter than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all works posted here are copyrighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8096290649385496397?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/MvCzxZlZ_aY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8096290649385496397/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8096290649385496397&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8096290649385496397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8096290649385496397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/MvCzxZlZ_aY/new-road.html" title="A New Road" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-road.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MNQXY6cCp7ImA9WxFRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-1918153119839299137</id><published>2010-04-29T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:24:50.818-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T11:24:50.818-07:00</app:edited><title>Blogging again! Kinda</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;So... I haven't been blogging like I should be. But now with my new super fucking super cool phone I can start doing some more blogging... I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;So a bit of an update... I got laid off in April of 2009. I rode the unemployment highway for almost a year before I came back to the land of the gainfully employed. I went back to my roots in animal husbandry, I work at a local animal shelter. It's rewarding to work with the animals but sometimes it's trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;If we had more funds and more resources we could do more for the animals but it seems like everything is at a premium these days. And who thinks of donating to an animal shelter when there is so much focus on other things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't tell you how many animals we get everyday who have been abandoned in an eviction. Those poor babies are scared and confused. Sometimes I'm the first gentle hand they've met in days, weeks or some extreme cases months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;In these hard times please don't forget about the most innocent victims. The cats and dogs, the birds and snakes, the ferrets and fish who all get left behind without even a second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;Opt to adopt! Donate to your local shelter. One bag of food can make the difference between life and a one way trip to the blue sky ranch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my super awesome phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-1918153119839299137?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/gxiM3Xnf1ac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/1918153119839299137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=1918153119839299137&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/1918153119839299137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/1918153119839299137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/gxiM3Xnf1ac/blogging-again-kinda.html" title="Blogging again! Kinda" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-again-kinda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRnk7eip7ImA9WxFRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8485483954577370523</id><published>2010-04-29T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:21:37.702-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T11:21:37.702-07:00</app:edited><title>Testing testing</title><content type="html">Testing my new mobile blogging capabilities&lt;p&gt;Sent from my super awesome phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8485483954577370523?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/lc0_uOJmSgI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8485483954577370523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8485483954577370523&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8485483954577370523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8485483954577370523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/lc0_uOJmSgI/testing-testing.html" title="Testing testing" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-testing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAAQ3g-eip7ImA9WxBSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-2818073560038400049</id><published>2009-12-25T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:59:02.652-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-25T07:59:02.652-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Merry christmas to you and yours, the ones who walk on twos and all fours, may santa grant your dearest wish, may you eat a succulent dish, May your hearts be filled with joy and peace, may your tables fill with a wonderous feast, may you get that special treat, but most of all don&amp;#39;t forget to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-2818073560038400049?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/CSl3WSNjZzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/2818073560038400049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=2818073560038400049&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/2818073560038400049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/2818073560038400049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/CSl3WSNjZzA/merry-christmas-to-you-and-yours-ones.html" title="" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-you-and-yours-ones.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQ3g9cSp7ImA9WxNUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8324566468198589187</id><published>2009-11-08T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:00:02.669-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T07:00:02.669-08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Anniversary</title><content type="html">A few weeks ago in my calendar I noticed a little reminder that said "Happy Anniversary" on Nov 8th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wracked my brain for days trying to figure out what this was all about... I searched every day planner. I checked every digital calendar. I was at a loss... I couldn't for the life of me figure it out... Then I sturck on the brilliant idea of checking my blog... after all At that time in my life I was recording everything that happened to me... and this is what I found "&lt;a href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-is-all-i-can-say.html"&gt;WOW is all I can say&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and read it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah One year ago today that dumb fucker Bruce* asked me to be his steady Girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I figured it out I sat in the computer chair for a minute waiting for the soul sucking pain to start... it never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some anger and a little bit of heart ache... but none of the debilitating pain I had experienced in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously glad that his little incident happened... He's a Dumb Fuck. A Cheater. A Liar. An AssHole. I hope one day he experiences what he put me through. Then I can laugh point my finger and say... THAT"S KARMA BEOTCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8324566468198589187?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/tRf1DI05ZJg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8324566468198589187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8324566468198589187&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8324566468198589187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8324566468198589187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/tRf1DI05ZJg/happy-anniversary.html" title="Happy Anniversary" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFR3w8fSp7ImA9WxNWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-4147703959672409450</id><published>2009-10-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:40:16.275-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T17:40:16.275-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finnegan's wake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GreatDane" /><title>Here is where I must admit</title><content type="html">Well its time to admit a really bad... bad truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last few posts were all written on the same day and then scheduled to post. I spaced the dates out so that it looked like I was more active than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason for this confession.... its time to start a new adventure.... with a new person. On September 18th, 2009 I met the GreatDane. He is this amazing, extraordinary, fantastic human being. I'll tell you a brief version of how we met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted an ad on craigslist (yes in the personals section). Purposefully I made it long and filled with great little quips. The first (and only) email I got that truly sounded like it was written by someone who had read my ad (he commented on a cupholder quip I had hidden in the middle somewhere) was from GreatDane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars were aligned perfectly that night. We exchanged a few emails and then phone numbers, and then we met... at my favorite little place downtown. I got there early (like I always do) and had a little while till his arrival. I ordered my Guinness, was tapping my foot to Finnegan's Wake; when suddenly I noticed this mountain of a man come strolling in.... HOLY SHIT its him. I recognized him from his pic. I damn near choked on my beer and almost fell off of my stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has it going on! wowsa! He's 6'2" and built like a pro football linebacker (not some scraggly college kid) and the dimple on his chin could hold enough water to solve the drought here in Vegas. His eyes! they are this deep liquid brown like that sexy commercial from Dove chocolates a few years ago... yummy yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all the good looks aside, HE's FUCKING SMART!!! and funny and witty and compassionate. and he remembers the little details... by the end of the first date he had my birthday remembered, my son's birthday remembered and he knew my eye color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then we have seen each other about once a week and we talk every day.. either a phone conversation or a text conversation; sometimes both. I'm completely gaga over this guy... But I am NOT making the same mistakes with him that I made with Kurt... oops I mean Bruce*... (HAHAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both agreed to take things slow and we BOTH mean it. I find myself anticipating his text messages. :) And he has admitted (more than once) that he keeps his phone in his hand just in case I send a random message throughout the day. The best part about us is that we have great conversations. I mean really great, awesome, amazing conversations. We can (and have) talked about everything from politics to sex (intellectual convo... and dirty convo on that last subject)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like just enough of the same things that we can enjoy time together. We also have enough different likes that we can happily spend time away from each other. and rather than trashing my array of likes, he simply accepts them and has made no attempt to change them. For instance: This last weekend was our Renfaire... as some of you know I'm a huge Ren Geek. I dress up, I talk in the queen's english and I loathe the stupid fairies that think their cool even though they have nothing to do with the era of the Rennaisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GreatDane cannot stand the Renfaire... but rather than make fun of me or make disparaging remarks he simply kept abreast of what I was doing and even asked me if I was enjoying myself. What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot... we're coming up on a month of knowing each other and we're staying on track. No moving too fast, no moving too slow. We have an established daily routine (and are establishing a weekly one). We have even embarked on a writing project together (he's a writer too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about DeveloperD?" you ask... well that's fodder for another blog... I'll keep you posted... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-4147703959672409450?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/olYVw3dWjrA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/4147703959672409450/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=4147703959672409450&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/4147703959672409450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/4147703959672409450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/olYVw3dWjrA/here-is-where-i-must-admit.html" title="Here is where I must admit" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-is-where-i-must-admit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ERXg7eCp7ImA9WxNXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-297584952966040475</id><published>2009-09-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:00:04.600-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T07:00:04.600-07:00</app:edited><title>Exit Stage Left</title><content type="html">Now I have been on A LOT of first dates. Some good, some bad, some confusing. But I can honestly say I have never been on a truly horrible first date... well I there was a time when I could say that... now I can say I have been on a horrible first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth in this blog this particular D-bag shall be referred to as: "Mr. My-way-or-the-highway" [Mr. MWOTH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6bgptKqoI/AAAAAAAAASE/lhqTjxy91ec/s1600-h/house_hugh_laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6bgptKqoI/AAAAAAAAASE/lhqTjxy91ec/s200/house_hugh_laurie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385913189635107458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we met after a monday night football game... ok he was watching football and I was watching the two hour season premier of "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_tv_show"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Laurie"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/a&gt; I love you!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at a park and were going to throw the old pigskin around... but when we got there it was two windy. I suggested that we walk along the path that winds around the park. Its level and short I figured we could do a couple of laps and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation happened at the very beginning of our date... hell I was barely out of the Jeep. I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "are all those yours?" (referring to the stickers on my jeep)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Your really into Girl-power"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yup I believe in being a strong woman"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "What is a weak woman? What is a strong woman? I don't think there is a difference."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well sure there is.. there are different definitions for different points of view, I consider myself a strong woman because I am ok with my sexuality and my femininity and I don't let people walk all over me" (the exception to this is my baby sister and my son but I didn't tell him that)&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well your wrong there is no such thing a strong woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued with me about everything! Everything I said was wrong, hell even the stickers on the back of my jeep were wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started I turned to walk clockwise around the park... he says "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "um... walking around the park"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah but your going the wrong way, everyone always walks counter-clockwise. I never want to walk clockwise along the path because it makes you look different"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh... I always walk clockwise. I don't really care how I look to other people"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Why would you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well because its a natural direction for me to walk. Clockwise is traditionally called sun-wise because its the path the Sun travels, it's believed to be the sacred path by many ancient religions"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "oh, like who"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "well the Ancient Egyptians and the Sumerians"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Are they really THAT ancient?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "um yeah, they were the beginnings of civilization"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well I think your wrong about that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our conversations went like this. Every time I made a personal comment and even if I backed it up with solid evidence he told me I was wrong.... Even my personal opinions were wrong.. Since when has a personal opinion ever been wrong? there is a resaon its called a PERSONAL opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our single lap around the park (he was huffing and puffing) we sat down, and started talking but very simple stuff. I figured it would keep the arguing down... boy howdy was I ever wrong. We started talking about flowers and I mentioned that that I would not be as excited to get a dozen roses as I would be to get a single blossom of my fave flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "So you wouldn't appreciate the gesture?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well yeah but not as much as I would if a guy hunted down a single blossom of my fave"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "But it's the thought that counts"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "sure if there is some thought in it, it doesn't take much thought to pick up a dozen red roses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued for almost ten minutes along this vein of conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "it doesn't matter if you like them, it matters if I appreciate the gift I'm giving you"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stunned silence, jaw hangs open* sputter.... hambearssasa? "Dude that's like getting a girl who doesn't bowl a bowling ball because YOU like to watch bowling on tv"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "You can compare bowling balls to roses, they're not even the same thing"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stunned silence, jaw hangs open* thinking to myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he doesn't get it, he really has no clue that its not about what the gift is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "So you wouldn't like it if we were walking along and I saw a pretty flower and picked it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "that's not what I am saying at all... that would be..."&lt;br /&gt;Him: interrupting me "Yes that is exactly what you are saying"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You know what I'm done here, I'm going to head home now. Have a nice night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I got up and walked away without even looking back. I can't tell you what his reaction was because I didn't stick around. Where did this guy come from? Is he for fucking real? Where do people learn these crazy things? Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I don't care what he thinks.. All of his arguments were based on what he thinks... Nothing I said was right because he didn't agree with me, and since he didn't agree with me I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying he's wrong, he's just not on the same wavelength as I... and seriously... I can't ever see myself with a guy who would tell me that everything I think is wrong... after all I am a strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6anmmpICI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2h-w4P5xq2A/s1600-h/house_hugh_laurie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6anmmpICI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2h-w4P5xq2A/s400/house_hugh_laurie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385912209549893666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-297584952966040475?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/jGkEqC7ZUAU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/297584952966040475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=297584952966040475&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/297584952966040475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/297584952966040475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/jGkEqC7ZUAU/exit-stage-left.html" title="Exit Stage Left" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6bgptKqoI/AAAAAAAAASE/lhqTjxy91ec/s72-c/house_hugh_laurie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/exit-stage-left.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MQn85cCp7ImA9WxNXEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8807441301314183759</id><published>2009-09-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:59:43.128-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T15:59:43.128-07:00</app:edited><title>Hindu or Buddhist?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternate title to this is "Here a little, there a little, everywhere a little dig"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6E_8F9EEI/AAAAAAAAARk/RGOZaVFYeSc/s1600-h/buddhist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6E_8F9EEI/AAAAAAAAARk/RGOZaVFYeSc/s200/buddhist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385888438379417666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some people I know who like to think that they are Buddhists... I say like to "think" because modern Americans can never be true Buddhists. There are a plethora of reasons for this. too many to list. I'm not saying that you can't live by the Buddhist ideals, I'm just saying that to become a true Buddhist is out of the reach of most people (we're just WAY to materialistic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason for this rant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these wannabe Buddhists will end their conversations with "namaste". Like this makes them authentic or something.... it grates on my very very very last nerve... mostly because they have no idea what it means... they say it because "everyone else does".... grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6EasTFD_I/AAAAAAAAARU/UFxl36xVmwE/s1600-h/namaste.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6EasTFD_I/AAAAAAAAARU/UFxl36xVmwE/s200/namaste.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385887798484340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na.ma.ste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="boldface"&gt;nuhm&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-stey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;~noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a conventional Hindu expression on meeting or parting, used by the speaker usually while holding the palms together vertically in front of the bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you get that? ITS FUCKING HINDU!!!! as a matter of fact its the HINDU equivalent of "aloha" it has absolutely no religious meaning whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only is it NOT  a religious term, its not even a fucking Buddhist term... As a matter of fact the etymology of the word is as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"salutatory gesture," 1948, from Hindi, from Skt. &lt;span class="foreign"&gt;namas&lt;/span&gt; "bowing" + &lt;span class="foreign"&gt;te,&lt;/span&gt; dat. of &lt;span class="foreign"&gt;tuam&lt;/span&gt; "you" (sing.). Used as a word of greeting from 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZUS H CHRISTO its not even an "ancient word" its probably something some damn hippie decided to use to make himself look cool.... now its being used by a bunch of new age hippies to make them look cool.... and they don't even know why they are using it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking ass monkeys need to pull your heads out of the proverbial sand and start doing your own research... stop doing what "everyone else is doing" and start being your own person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how I hate hippies&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8807441301314183759?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/hinXW4LusdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8807441301314183759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8807441301314183759&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8807441301314183759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8807441301314183759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/hinXW4LusdE/hindu-or-buddhist.html" title="Hindu or Buddhist?" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/Sr6E_8F9EEI/AAAAAAAAARk/RGOZaVFYeSc/s72-c/buddhist.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/hindu-or-buddhist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQH05fSp7ImA9WxNXEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-6173884385069869671</id><published>2009-09-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:56:51.325-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T15:56:51.325-07:00</app:edited><title>Crap its got a name...</title><content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;polyamorous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definition:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;pertaining to partipation in multiple and simultaneous loving or sexual relationships&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I am in a polyamorous relationship. Check it out on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyamorous"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. So weird. I never thought to find myself in one. Its not 100% fulfilling for me. I want that traditional man and woman monogamy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel about this? I really don't know. On the one hand I very much care for DeveloperD, but on the other... lets just say I'm selfish and want him all to myself. This is never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly be accused of using this relationship to fulfill my needs until I find "the one". So what if I am? is it really a big deal? No one is getting hurt. We all know what we are doing. We're consenting adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my normally jealous side is getting quite the workout. I have had to learn to keep the beast under a very strict control. I am very impressed with myself. You should be to! hell if this were a normal relationship and I found out my sigfig was banging some other broad.. well after I got done slicing her into very small pieces and feeding them to my dog, I'd cut his nuts off and make him eat them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you should be proud. I have not had any serious homicidal urges lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well... I'm still dating other people. if you can call what I do dating... jeez its usually more like I date other people... most guys never call back after the first date.... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better not be stuck with this poly shit. its not really my cup of tea. It'll do for now, but its not going to be a long term thing. Even if I don't find someone to get serious with anytime soon, I can't say how much longer I'll be doing this. its very emotionally draining, and mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-6173884385069869671?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/V8NAh7Srhjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/6173884385069869671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=6173884385069869671&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/6173884385069869671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/6173884385069869671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/V8NAh7Srhjc/crap-its-got-name.html" title="Crap its got a name..." /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/crap-its-got-name.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQnkycSp7ImA9WxNQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-3365483419341516622</id><published>2009-09-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:00:03.799-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T07:00:03.799-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy Anniversary" /><title>Happy Belated Anniversary</title><content type="html">One Year ago (plus a few days) I posted my &lt;a href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-begining.html"&gt;first blog&lt;/a&gt; on here. Lots of seriously crazy shit has been documented on these hallowed pages. Everything from my relationship to Bruce* to  the various crazy dates I have been on. I haven't been as diligent as I would have liked in the last few months, but I am going to try and rectify that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that long ago thing... Charlie? Well we're still friends, but we never went on a that second date... as a matter of fact I've only seen him four times in the last year(if you include our first date) and one of those times was to help him move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read the previous two posts you would know that I'm in a strange kind of relationship with DeveloperD. I still don't know where its going, but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son is flourishing in special ed... his speech is so much better now. His gross motor skills need some more improvement, but they are better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my own business... Eventually I'll get the website up and then I'll blog about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that dating is for the birds and I've got wings... no matter how often I say "THAT'S IT! I give up, I'm never dating again" I always end up going back to check my stupid profiles. Hell I've even posted an ad on cragslist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is.... sometimes its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only GeoDude, Super Hot Geologist guy, has finally moved away... not too far just further north in the state, but I doubt I'll be seeing him ever again. Last time I saw him was in a parking lot where he was bringing me back MY PS3 after weeks of me leaving messages on his phone and sending texts wondering where the hell he is and If I was going to be getting it back... needless to say my precious is now at home and hot from all the Oblivion and Legos Batman that have been pumped into in the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is generally good, like everyone else I have my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally officially "gotten over" Bruce. Which basically means that I no longer have a minor heart attack every time he is mentioned in conversation (which disturbingly enough happens a lot lately). I am happy to report though that through some great info I've gotten recently I have found out that all those trips to the GYM for him have worked out... looks like he's put on about 20 more pounds of "lazy fat guy plays video games" weight... HAHAHAHA I am just evil enough to be totally stoked that I m losing weight and getting so much hotter than when he and I dated, meanwhile he is putting on the pounds and looking more and more like the bodacious loser he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo... ok that was totally a jaded ex gf rant.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that's all over with. The year has been interesting to say the least... I'm looking forward to another year of craziness... not really. I hope that by this time next year I can say that I am in a stable committed relationship and happy.  Keep your fingers crossed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-3365483419341516622?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/CgaaseM1AaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/3365483419341516622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=3365483419341516622&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3365483419341516622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3365483419341516622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/CgaaseM1AaY/happy-belated-anniversary.html" title="Happy Belated Anniversary" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-belated-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMERX85fyp7ImA9WxNQEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-5234512837412798226</id><published>2009-09-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:00:04.127-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-18T07:00:04.127-07:00</app:edited><title>What would you call it?</title><content type="html">Ok so last week I talked about DeveloperD and the strange relationship we're in. We're dating each other and sleeping together, but we're not serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not supposed to be serious.... however if viewed from the outside you would say we are serious... like exclusive serious... except we're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like this: We see each other more than once a week, we have not only met each others kids but the kids have met each other. He has three of the most beautiful children! his daughter is going to be a very major babe when she hits puberty! Our kids play together at least once a week, usually on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man... I have fallen for his kids too. They are great, a little undisciplined but still very charming and devilishly smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recently moved into a new place. I helped him move. I helped him unpack. I have been helping him decorate. I have my own key to his place and the neighbors recognize my car. He's met most of my family, and I've met his ex wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when I'm spending the night, its on the weekend.. (if you can add a previous paragraph to this sentence you get a very interesting sum) Yes my son and I spend weekends with him and his kids.  We over night with the kids... it was a little awkward in the beginning.. oh who am I kidding its still a little awkward, but everyone is getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must reiterate that we are not exclusive, we are not "serious", we are probably never going to be labeled as "boyfriend and girlfriend". But I'm not sure what you would call us... "Friends" well yes we are, "Lovers" oh definitely... somehow I don't think any traditional labels will ever fit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-5234512837412798226?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/4lISzx6pD2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/5234512837412798226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=5234512837412798226&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/5234512837412798226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/5234512837412798226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/4lISzx6pD2Y/what-would-you-call-it.html" title="What would you call it?" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-you-call-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IMR3w5fip7ImA9WxNRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-3852891215490371632</id><published>2009-09-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:06:26.226-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T23:06:26.226-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DeveloperD" /><title>How the hell did I end up here?</title><content type="html">Sooooo it seems like I haven't made a real post in a while... I guess I should catch you all up real quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on lots of dates&lt;br /&gt;Met lots of D-bags&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Dealt with lots of drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in all my dating I came across a guy that I call DeveloperD. He's smart, funny, single... and AMAZING in the sack. Mind blowing really.... He's been spectacular. There is just one problem. A few weeks ago I found myself starting to fall for him... from the very beginning he's been honest about not wanting to get into anything serious. I thought I was ok with that... until I found myself falling for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally the plan was to back off and just be friends. No more physical intimacy. That would haven been ok. I could have done that easily if not for one thing. He is the most amazing lover. HOLY SHIT just thinking about what he does to me makes me weak in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being the very weak (extremely horny) person I am I gave in to my carnal desires and have gone back to sleeping with him. OMG its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself in a place I never thought I would be. I am dating and sleeping with a guy that I know will never be permanent. I happen to know that he is seeing two other women. It just happens that I am personally acquainted with one of them. I laid down some very specific rules for him. The number one being that I would NEVER be the "sloppy second". He has been very good at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I figured that since he was honest with me, he would be honest with the other two as well. I am very careful when I spend the night to remove every trace of me. Except for the left overs (I cook when I stay over) you would never know that I was there. Now I was hoping for the same courtesy from the other two.... somehow I think that they aren't as courteous as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day as I was preparing to take a shower at DeveloperD's I was laying my stuff out on the bed. There was some recently washed clothes sitting on the bed... among them... a pair of womens panties. sigh.... can you believe that?? One of those stupid bitches left her panties. this is just one of the reasons I don't wear panties. now I am just as pissed that Mr. DeveloperD left them out for me to see. I do take comfort that they are not very sexy, oh they tried but failed miserably. At least when I wear panties they are SEXY... I do mean sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering if I should talk to the woman I know... tell her its not cool. that if we are all going to be doing this we need to be courteous to one another. Or maybe I should just fight fire with fire... or maybe... just maybe I should let it go. After all I did know what I was getting into when I decided to continue seeing him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-3852891215490371632?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/i5nr8HBr2k4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/3852891215490371632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=3852891215490371632&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3852891215490371632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3852891215490371632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/i5nr8HBr2k4/how-hell-did-i-end-up-here.html" title="How the hell did I end up here?" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hell-did-i-end-up-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FQno9eSp7ImA9WxNTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8518600351698741845</id><published>2009-08-18T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:35:13.461-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-18T15:35:13.461-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Lonely is wishing for something you can&amp;#39;t have but still having enough hope to wish for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8518600351698741845?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/8eVadBcuo_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8518600351698741845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8518600351698741845&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8518600351698741845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8518600351698741845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/8eVadBcuo_E/lonely-is-wishing-for-something-you-can.html" title="" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely-is-wishing-for-something-you-can.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ASHs9eCp7ImA9WxJbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-2122648548295936525</id><published>2009-07-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:37:29.560-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T17:37:29.560-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating sucks big fat hairy donkey balls" /><title>DId I say once a week?</title><content type="html">LMAO... how strange life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog with the inent of keeping a record of my dating life... sadly I haven't been doing to well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With neither my dating life nor my blog... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that I have been cursed. At first I thought it was just after three dates... then it happened after two dates... and now it has happened after the first date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about me that makes guys stop calling. When this started happening I thought it was just the guys.. now I'm not so sure... now I think it might be me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that I look different from my pics online. I'm pretty good about posting a new pic every month or so. It can't be the text I'm using. I have had a plethora of gurus and friends (both male and female) help me to create an authentic description of myself. I don't lie about my body type, I don't lie about what I am looking for. I'm fairly open and honest with a guy (I don't divulge all the skeletons hiding in my closet on the first date). Hell I even put out after the third date (sometimes on the third date).  I have even given in to the pressure to give out my phone number early on... I return every call, text message and email I get. I initiate conversations and I don't contact them everyday (trying too keep away from the creepy chick image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what could I possibly be doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing this bit of sage advice (or some variance of it): "When you stop looking you'll find what you want". Often I would respond to this with "If I'm not out looking for it how in the hell am I supposed to find it?" Well here goes... I am no longer going to actively seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping up all my profiles, but I will no longer go on and search out guys. The only one that I will remain "active" on is Match.com... in order for me to cash in on that free 6 months I have to be active for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in the mean time a couple of friends of mine who are also in the dating circle have been inspired to also keep a record of their experiences... you can check them out here: &lt;a href="http://curvaciousbounty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Curvacious Bounty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-2122648548295936525?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/iVDewJE-ag8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/2122648548295936525/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=2122648548295936525&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/2122648548295936525?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/2122648548295936525?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/iVDewJE-ag8/did-i-say-once-week.html" title="DId I say once a week?" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-say-once-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQnc9fSp7ImA9WxJQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-9166785659120071345</id><published>2009-06-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:42:23.965-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T19:42:23.965-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LIfe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>long time no post!</title><content type="html">Hello all... sorry its been so very long since my last blog!. Life has been a little strange for me. Shortly after I got laid off (the last time) I had to make choices about what bills to keep and what bills to get rid of... internet went first... I've been trying to keep up from my phone and my mom's computer but well... Le Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attempt to blog once a week, but don't hold me to that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for the update:&lt;br /&gt;I blogged previously about BigPoppa, well he turned out to be a real piece of work. Seemed like he wanted to jump from a third date to a marriage proposal... Yowsa! When I told him (for the 5th time) that I wanted to take things slow, he got a little pissy and I havn't heard from him since... ah well his loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm not really dating anyone. Being unemployed puts a bit of a damper on that. Being with out a vehicle really puts a damper on things. But shortly my Jeep will be returned to me and none too soon! I'm itiching to go camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hunky Geodude is at the end of his master's thesis and has started to look for jobs, there is a very real possibility than in a month or so he will be gone... BIG SIGH. We have been hanging out and what not sporadically, just as predicted it has never become anything serious (although I wish it would) SO far he has been the only normal one I have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is not like I thought it would be. There seems to be some great differences in how all the books say it should go and how it actually goes. I have no clue what I'm doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two very good friends who are in the dating field with me. And these girls get some real doozies themselves. Here are the general specs we have come across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's GEORGEOUS there is something mentally wrong with him, he has no job, he's emotionally unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's OK he only wants sex, is a complete weirdo, decides he can find something better (i.e. prettier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he looks like a cross between a monkey and a troll he wants to get married very shortly after meeting you, can't catch a hint that your not interested,  has some strange thoughts on what constitutes as a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of them, ALL OF THEM, are drama queens. Men are the first one's to say they don't want drama, and they are the first ones to start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a little tired of the dating thing, I've cancelled my subscriptions to singleparentmeet.com, eharmony.com and downtoearth.com. I've got another 3 months left on my match.com account, but in the last three months I haven't met anyone from there. Plentyoffish.com is good for finding guys who are stranger than strange. OKcupid.com is garnering no results either. and can you dig this... Just to see if its just me or if I realy do have shitty luck with dating online i set up an adultfrindfinder.com account... you know the site that's just for finding a F*ck buddy.... and nothing... nada... zip... zero... zilch. Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I was that hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off for now, till next week my chums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-9166785659120071345?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/cxz1atUL8p8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/9166785659120071345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=9166785659120071345&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/9166785659120071345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/9166785659120071345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/cxz1atUL8p8/long-time-no-post.html" title="long time no post!" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQX84fCp7ImA9WxJQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-8957376019290673359</id><published>2009-05-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:00:00.134-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T07:00:00.134-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote of the week" /><title>Quote of the Week</title><content type="html">"A friend is one before whom I may think aloud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-8957376019290673359?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/WqtvMFyvUrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/8957376019290673359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=8957376019290673359&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8957376019290673359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/8957376019290673359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/WqtvMFyvUrE/quote-of-week_24.html" title="Quote of the Week" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week_24.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGQn4yfip7ImA9WxJRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-6737519776558103320</id><published>2009-05-17T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:13:43.096-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T12:13:43.096-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Big Poppa is filler&lt;br&gt;so this weekends plans were slightly mucked up. I was supposed to go over and spend the night with him on friday, but due to family drama he had to cancel with me. But he picked me up bright and early on saturday for our planned hike. &lt;br&gt;We went to Zion national park. It was gorgeous. I took a bunch of pics. We had a great time. &lt;br&gt;On the way back we stopped at the Cracker Barrell for a late lunch. The two hour drive home put me to sleep. But i woke just as we were getting back into town. I asked him why he didn&amp;#39;t take the exit that would take us back to his place. And he said because i live on the other side of town. Yup. He took me home. I didn&amp;#39;t get any booty this weekend. So Big Poppa is filler till Prince Charming shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-6737519776558103320?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/Ym6sqHDti1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/6737519776558103320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=6737519776558103320&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/6737519776558103320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/6737519776558103320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/Ym6sqHDti1I/big-poppa-is-filler-so-this-weekends.html" title="" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-poppa-is-filler-so-this-weekends.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQXk7fCp7ImA9WxJRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-3846003080922175168</id><published>2009-05-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:00:00.704-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T07:00:00.704-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote of the week" /><title>Quote of the Week</title><content type="html">"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-3846003080922175168?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/nQtiyzuhi0E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/3846003080922175168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=3846003080922175168&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3846003080922175168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3846003080922175168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/nQtiyzuhi0E/quote-of-week_17.html" title="Quote of the Week" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week_17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMQHg6eyp7ImA9WxJRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-3011131139584518791</id><published>2009-05-15T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:16:21.613-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T14:16:21.613-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Blogging from my phone. &lt;p&gt;So i have not had time to sit down at a real computer and blog. So here i am doing it from my phone via text. This is one of the many reasons i love the blogger platform.&lt;p&gt;As i am sure you are well aware, i have been dating. My friends have labeled me a power dater. Which means i have been dating many guys multiple times a week. I have been mostly disappointed. &lt;p&gt;In my last post i talked about a few of them. Now i want to talk about the one who has potential. I&amp;#39;ve been calling him Big Poppa. (If you aren&amp;#39;t following me on twitter yet, you&amp;#39;re a dork.) so far things with him have been going great. He&amp;#39;s taken me to lunch twice, spent the day at the swap meet, and gone to a party with me. We had plans for this weekend, we&amp;#39;ll see. TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-3011131139584518791?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/iH57u2cYU1o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/3011131139584518791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=3011131139584518791&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3011131139584518791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/3011131139584518791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/iH57u2cYU1o/blogging-from-my-phone.html" title="" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-from-my-phone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcEQHw5cSp7ImA9WxJSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-4550884409306428035</id><published>2009-05-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:00:01.229-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-10T07:00:01.229-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote of the week" /><title>Quote of the Week</title><content type="html">"Even if IBM manages to make a smarter planet, they won't necessarily make it a happier one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 'Ol Nick Marco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-4550884409306428035?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/o9x2NuM3Pp8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/4550884409306428035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=4550884409306428035&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/4550884409306428035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/4550884409306428035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/o9x2NuM3Pp8/quote-of-week_10.html" title="Quote of the Week" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHQ3oycSp7ImA9WxJSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-7476007720368651304</id><published>2009-05-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:22:12.499-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T09:22:12.499-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mechanic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GeoDude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RoadieMan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ParamedicDude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drinking" /><title>Finally.. its here</title><content type="html">Finally its here a real blog post! WOO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review real quick... I got laid off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; do any of you have any clue what its like to get laid off? Well the first thing that happens is that you end up having so much to do that you just can't keep caught up. I mean really? where was all this shit when I was working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much house work its not funny. and yard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to hire a landscaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now being a full time stay at home mom.... wow... too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;!! Remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GeoDude&lt;/span&gt;? well he called me up randomly a couple of weeks ago and invited me over for video games and rinking... of course this led to Naked video games and amazing sex... WOW!! then I was on another date with another guy who happens to be a mechanic (and a guitar player). Were at his shop drinking beer and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at the great view... I went to drive to get more beer and CLUNK the steering falls off of my jeep... No not the Steering wheel... the actual steering components... SO we walked to get more beer... I was too snookered to go home so I spent the night in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ack&lt;/span&gt; of my jeep... exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekends&lt;/span&gt; ago I went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Celtic Society's Annual Highland games.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MMMMM&lt;/span&gt; men in kilts... lovely time really... while there I found out two things.... I love a man who play the fiddle really well (oh Myron Stewart you are my one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tru&lt;/span&gt; love) Check out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Finnwake&lt;/span&gt;.com. The other is that My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;son's&lt;/span&gt; pediatrician can booze it up like any other good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scottsman&lt;/span&gt;... Where else but in Vegas can you see your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; dressed up as a Pipe Band Drum Major (because he is one) and then sit down with him at a pub and get shit faced while mooning over the fiddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a pic of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ped&lt;/span&gt; all dressed up:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370679034934610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/SgBi4WaV9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5ZJJUDehHHM/s400/0418091951-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's pretty fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any hoot.... I've been exploding on twitter... I'm up to 228 followers now... I have found out that one of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Travis Erwin &lt;/a&gt;is coming to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; later this year... (that should be an interesting blog post... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) I have not been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;any good&lt;/span&gt; at reading blogs... I think my google reader is overloaded... I'm afraid... so if I haven't been commenting that's why... So&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rry&lt;/span&gt; guys... I'm balanced out a little more now... so I should be getting back on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in response to my getting Laid off I have been kicking into gear and looking at getting my own business started... or maybe partnering up with a friend of mine (wink wink you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... really the dating thing hasn't been that bad... I went to dinner with a guy from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cali&lt;/span&gt;, I finally met someone on Match.com (hopefully we'll meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt; soon) I've been Chatting it up with a couple of guys from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POF&lt;/span&gt;. I went on a couple of dates with a guy we're going to call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RoadieMan&lt;/span&gt;. He promised to get me tickets to the U2 concert in October (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; Hells Yeah!) The Mechanic is going to be fixing my jeep at a greatly reduced price... I'll be posting about that over on the Jeep Blog. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ParamedicDude&lt;/span&gt; took me to go see Fast and Furious... I drooled on myself the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://damevegas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Damevegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I went with a large group of people to go see Wolverine on opening night at midnight... That movie was filled with so much eye candy it was like watching a porn! WOW... YUMMY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; and I think that's about it... Oh and just for &lt;a href="http://sheissocrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;That Girl&lt;/a&gt;: I got so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CRUNK&lt;/span&gt; last weekend I prayed to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; god at the bar... twice... and I still partied harder than anyone else... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect the innocent, the a**holes and the clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-7476007720368651304?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/v1Gv2kdUmu4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/7476007720368651304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=7476007720368651304&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/7476007720368651304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/7476007720368651304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/v1Gv2kdUmu4/finally-its-here.html" title="Finally.. its here" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/SgBi4WaV9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5ZJJUDehHHM/s72-c/0418091951-01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-its-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQXc5fSp7ImA9WxJSE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-5380860742161268539</id><published>2009-05-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:00:00.925-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-03T07:00:00.925-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote of the week" /><title>Quote of the Week</title><content type="html">"There's a time to smell the roses and a time to smell the farts -- but at all times make sure know the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 'Ol Nick Marco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! Keep up the good work!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372635107572567114-5380860742161268539?l=poetrysue2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SoSueMe/~4/B_iaV10OIm4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/feeds/5380860742161268539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372635107572567114&amp;postID=5380860742161268539&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/5380860742161268539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372635107572567114/posts/default/5380860742161268539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoSueMe/~3/B_iaV10OIm4/quote-of-week.html" title="Quote of the Week" /><author><name>Poetry Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745536789207319653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TG_wYoK_YlY/STRq8yQpPtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0Cp5rZ88XRw/S220/books-and-quill-short.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrysue2.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQ389eCp7ImA9WxJTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372635107572567114.post-4375546434021303952</id><published>2009-04-27T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:37:42.160-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T07:37:42.160-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">(Its been crazy!)Sorry its been a minute my fellow bloggers and blog readers. Seems that once you get all your ducks in a row someone comes along and kicks them around. I promise a full recap of the last week is coming soon. Everything from a night with Geodude to the night spent in the back of my jeep. From my love affair with the fiddler to my attraction to the guitar player. its all coming soon. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1305.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=1305"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/1305.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for reading! 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