<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351816659794678151</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2024 06:57:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>dating</category><category>drama</category><category>family</category><category>fun</category><category>lifetime</category><category>love</category><category>problems</category><category>reality</category><category>true love</category><title>This is My Reality</title><description>THIS IS MY REAITY, SO I&#39;M GOING TO BE AS REAL AS POSSIBLE. HOPEFULLY PEOPLE CAN TAKE IT, HOPEFULLY PEOPLE WILL LIKE IT. THIS IS NOT YOUR COOKIE CUTTER MOM BLOG YOU MIGHT BE USED TO. YES I AM A MOM, YES I WILL BLOG ABOUT MY BOYS. BUT MY REALITY IS IM RAISING THEM ALONE, NOT BECAUSE THEIR DAD TOOK OFF ON US, BUT BECAUSE HE WAS TAKEN AWAY. HE IS CURRENTLY BEHIND BARS AND FOR AN UNKNOWN AMOUNT OF TIME.</description><link>http://jonslady4eva.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Angela AKA CaliGirl)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351816659794678151.post-8619637881095035489</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-26T20:35:06.812-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lifetime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">problems</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true love</category><title>The Begining</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey everyone. In case you missed it, my disclaimer is on the sidebar, please read completely before you continue reading this blog, so there is no question about the content of this blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So with that said, Hello to anyone brave enough to stop by and stay after reading that disclaimer. I appreciate any and all readers who stick around. My name is Angela. I&#39;m 34 years old and I am the mother of 2 great boys, ages 15 years and 2 months. Yeah I know, what was I thinking?? Well I was thinking &quot;Yes!! Finally I can give my fiance the child he has wanted and never had&quot; My Fiance is 41 years old and his name is Jon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We met 8 years ago, September 13, 2003 to be exact,&amp;nbsp;at a friends house and it took about a day for his charm and&amp;nbsp;personality to win me over. Actually it was the fact that he was and still is so damn fine!! He&amp;nbsp; had such a way about him, that I had to get to know him better.&amp;nbsp; He was sitting in the drivers seat of a blue four door car. I wasn&#39;t looking at the make or model, but later found out it was a Ford Contour. I was at my friends house and she was talking to the guy in the passenger seat. From where I stood I couldn&#39;t see much of the driver, he had a hat on that cast a shadow over most of his face. He was quiet and actually just&amp;nbsp;looked bored. After &amp;nbsp;my friend was finished with her conversation with the passenger, they made arrangements to meet up again later that day. She was getting rid of her old cell phones and she had to look for the paperwork for one of them. He was&amp;nbsp;buying used cell phones as long as they could be turned on, without the paperwork, it was almost impossible. &amp;nbsp;So when she found the paperwork, he would pay her for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Long long story short, she found it and called him back, and instead of him being the one to come back, the driver came back by himself. He gave her the money, and then started talking to us. He said he was going to get a motel for the night because he had roommates and he didn&#39;t want to be bothered with them. He invited us to go over and kick back. Well since I was staying with my friend and she was staying at her parents house, we jumped at the chance to get away.&amp;nbsp; We got in her car and followed him in his. He had another mutual friend with him and some more were going to meet up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Can you guess what happened next?&amp;nbsp; Definitely not what you think. One of the mutual friends that came by was actually a guy I had sort of been seeing for like 2 weeks. Not a whole lot of anything was happening with that, but being the loyal person I am, I decided that talking to another guy with him there would not be cool. SO I let the whole night go by with out getting to know Jon any better then before. I wasted that opportunity because the other guy I was &quot;seeing&quot; ended up leaving and taking my friends car. Anyways, when all was said and done, we all left the motel and went to the gas station. Jon ended up being such a gentlemen because he voluntarily paid for and put the gas in my friends car. Well we briefly said goodbye and I wondered if I would ever see him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Well to my complete surprise, he showed up later that afternoon, just to say hi and asked if he could come by later that night after he got out of work. Needless to say I was very smitten with this guy, so of course I said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And like they say, the rest is history. Eight years later we are still together and have started a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; JUNE 16, 2011&amp;nbsp; FINALLY A FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhd7HFRvwv2sqhcwjq4uZEksomwukeAUDyOolrnHwCdtqCWQYDKdg89my6gUBj8U-AigJ0Fe7dEqhlmhg5gyiy-anqLk7dQMt2xcYGRpM1Ng9z22FDyY0-K5C3Bs7MR35cw8xkx4ptOLe/s1600/angela%2527s+cell+phone+pix+126.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; qaa=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhd7HFRvwv2sqhcwjq4uZEksomwukeAUDyOolrnHwCdtqCWQYDKdg89my6gUBj8U-AigJ0Fe7dEqhlmhg5gyiy-anqLk7dQMt2xcYGRpM1Ng9z22FDyY0-K5C3Bs7MR35cw8xkx4ptOLe/s320/angela%2527s+cell+phone+pix+126.jpg&quot; width=&quot;293&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;LOVE YOUR CALI GIRL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://jonslady4eva.blogspot.com/2011/08/begining.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angela AKA CaliGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibr59ewU3pRmVhR5g2ypH0G5eKXWpO7z9xBLlQv7kigRmKoi0j721SvbQR3mKVxPQJQFpqJRi5W_pD_x15mWGBxpo2UUn6-7T1ahlb0Kdj_YifuEyfUAm-jDtrLb2b5vRrjcoYwXoOflsB/s72-c/0215111629-00+-+Copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>