<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:52:14.200-08:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='scary thoughts'/><category term='c moving'/><category term='monday'/><category term='groundhogs day'/><category term='apology'/><category term='going home'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='new student'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blizzard'/><category term='lion'/><category term='fight'/><category term='hungover'/><category term='labeled'/><category term='greys'/><category term='bison visit'/><category term='distance'/><category term='new years'/><category term='busy'/><category term='cons of work'/><category term='snapped'/><category term='relationship status'/><category term='snow'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>i am what i am...</title><subtitle type='html'>"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.  I make mistakes.  I am out of control and at times hard to handle.  But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure the hell don't deserve me at my best." --Marilyn Monroe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-7726881861912186314</id><published>2009-02-03T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:21:57.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groundhogs day'/><title type='text'>groundhogs day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday was groundhogs day...the dam little guy saw his shadow. i'm tired of winter and don't really want 6 more weeks of it. it was -2 when i drove to work this morning.  i'm ready for green grass and some sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thepmi.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/groundhog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i talked about groundhogs day with my students. i was telling them about the official groundhog, Puxatawny Phil. a little girl raised her hand and asked, "I thought it was Fuxatawny Phil?" haha, i laughed out loud at that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;another little girl from another class was running around in the entryway after school shouting, "it's beaver day, it's beaver day!" gotta love 4 year olds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-7726881861912186314?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/7726881861912186314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=7726881861912186314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7726881861912186314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7726881861912186314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhogs-day.html' title='groundhogs day'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-4144594578413923548</id><published>2009-01-23T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:58:12.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons of work'/><title type='text'>catching up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have so much catching up to do with everyone's blog!  it's been forever since i've had time to sit down and write!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm stressed out with work.   not so much with the kids, but with the environment i work in.  for example, over half of the light bulbs are burnt out in the gym. it is so dreary in there.  all of the light bulbs are burnt out in the library.  today i had to use a cow flashlight that mooed every 20 seconds to find new books for next week.  i mean really, will somebody please change the dam light bulbs?!!?  that's another thing that sucks about being at a private school...when something goes wrong, there is no maintenance person to fix it.  also, i feel like some people that are above me (aka my boss and board members) just don't give a shit.  it's frustrating when things don't get done that needs to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my assistant and i were talking about how our blood pressure is probably skyrocketed at the end of every day.  she brought her blood pressure cuff so we could check it.  sure enough, from the morning to the afternoon mine was 12 points higher!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things have been great with Bison.  i really do think he's the sweetest boyfriend ever.  he's nice, but not TOO nice.  he definitely puts me in my place when needed.  i like to see how far i can push people and see what i can get away with.  he has caught on to this and already knows how to handle me.  i just got to his house and am waiting for him to get off work.  i reason i came this weekend was for his christmas party.  i hate christmas parties (not like we get them where i work), but i won't know anyone there.  he doesn't even know many people, as he just started 3 months ago and there are like 300 employees.  oh well, i'm just along for the ride i guess....and to take advantage of the free food and drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am totally addicted to the show snapped.  it's a show about ladies snapping and killing their loved ones, whether it be a husband, sister or mom.  my favorite episode is when there is a lady who kills her mom, sticks here in a garbage can and duck tapes it shut.  the lady keeps the garbage can in storage.  the police find it when the lady stops making payments on the storage room.  the part i love is when the lady who does the voice over says, "they ruled out suicide...".  haha, duh!  love it!  it's on thursday nights, right after greys.  i used to love greys, but the thing they are doing with izzy is dumb.  from what i gather, they are going to give her a brain tumor.  i think there would have been better ways to do that than bring her denny back from the dead.  dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-4144594578413923548?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/4144594578413923548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=4144594578413923548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4144594578413923548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4144594578413923548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html' title='catching up...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-7629611007831836319</id><published>2009-01-11T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:56:19.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungover'/><title type='text'>hungover as hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msp269.photobucket.com/albums/jj69/Liekkio/hungover128589820819822136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msp269.photobucket.com/albums/jj69/Liekkio/hungover128589820819822136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am way hungover today...it's 5:30 at night and i still feel like i could throw up. i had a gal pals over last night for a "game night". it was a good time, but for some reason i thought i was a good idea to drink a whole bottle of while during a drinking game. ew. the minute i laid down last night i was up again running to the bathroom. that hasn't happened in months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;friday night i worked at the bar. i really don't mind working there and the people i work with except the bartender, mighty mouse. he's this little short scrawny man who has "little big man syndrome". he's little but acts like he's huge and could whoop anyones ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;he's a prick to me all of the time. he's a prick to me because he knows dam well i'm not going to stand up to him and tell him where to go. within the first 5 minutes of getting to work he managed to piss me off. he was yelling at me about the schedule and saying i owed him a thank you for working for me on saturday. i said, "listen here little man i am not on the schedule for tomorrow so you aren't doing me a favor. check it again". i could step on him and squash him if i wanted to. then he tried kissing my ass the entire night. he drives me absolutely crazy as his ego is bigger than the bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-7629611007831836319?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/7629611007831836319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=7629611007831836319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7629611007831836319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7629611007831836319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungover-as-hell.html' title='hungover as hell...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-1054447623793370514</id><published>2009-01-07T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:56:51.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons of work'/><title type='text'>can a person really forget to go to the bathroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really do like working with the age of children that i do (ages 3-6)...most of the time. the times i don't like it so much is when things happen like they did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i looked over at a girl who was sitting at the snack table munching on a rice krispy treat when i noticed she had a weird look on her face. suddenly i heard water hitting the floor that really kind of sounded like a waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://7art-screensavers.com/screens/charming-waterfalls/green-mountain-waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she peed all over the chair and floor, and i mean ALL over. it looked like she hadn't went to the bathroom in 3 days. i understand accidents happen with the younger ones, but this girl is almost 5. she is a very bright little girl who is adding and almost reading. she said she "forgot" to go to the bathroom. how does that happen?! was she really that wrapped up in her rice krispy treat that she couldn't think of anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cons of working at a private school: there is no janitor, therefore the teachers have to clean up messes such as this one. since i never clean up vomit due to high gag reflex, i decided to take one for the team and clean up the urine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-1054447623793370514?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/1054447623793370514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=1054447623793370514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/1054447623793370514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/1054447623793370514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-person-really-forget-to-go-to.html' title='can a person really forget to go to the bathroom?'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-3816826601027256167</id><published>2009-01-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:54:55.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new student'/><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it has been the worst workday yet since since august. stick a fork in me, i'm done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://eaglewings-eyrie.com/TiffanyFork.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first of all, i couldn't sleep worth a crap this morning. i finally said screw it at 5:30 and got up, was at work at 6:30. i find out at 7:25 my assistant wouldnt be in today because her son was sick. the only sub that we could find could only stay until 12:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, 8:10 rolls around and my boss "forgets" (and what i really mean is she just didn't tell me) that i was getting a new student today. there is a shitload of stuff to do to get ready for a new student...at least 30 minutes of things anyway. i couldn't believe it was the first day back from vacation, a monday morning, 20 minutes before the kids come to class and she is sitting here telling me a new kid is coming. my thoughts....what the fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so 2 minutes after i find this out the family and new kid showed up. i probably sounded like a complete tool, as i was still in shock that i didn't know about this sooner. my boss and another coworker apparently found this out a week ago. i guess they "forgot" to give me the memo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just had the whatever attitude, as there wasn't anything i could do about it. the kid just wouldn't have a take home folder, cubby, extra work folder, snack stick, attendence name tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at about 10 we went to the gym to play a game...a little girl throws up which led to me gagging. my assistant usually handles things like this for me because i can't even stand to know someone is puking. so the sub cleaned it up, thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12:00 rolls around and boy starts crying saying he had a headache. i called dad and it took 30 minutes for him to come. the sub left for the day which meant i was on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at 2:35 my boss comes to my room..."is everything okay in here? i totally spaced it out that you were by yourself back here...oops!" and she laughs. i gritted my teeth and told her i was fine...as i was still completely pissed at her for throwing a new student on me 20 minutes before school started. after that a kid spilled sand all over the floor and table and as i was cleaning that up another one was trying to dump soap shavings in the garbage but completely missed the garbage and was all over the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;one of my things to work on this year was to have a better attitude at work...it's tough when days like today happen. at least tomorrow is a new day and it probably can't get much worse (knock on wood).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-3816826601027256167?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/3816826601027256167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=3816826601027256167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3816826601027256167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3816826601027256167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-rains-it-poors.html' title='when it rains, it pours'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-6022154938272016422</id><published>2009-01-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:37:56.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>new years eve is overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new years eve was quite...interesting.  i was dreading it to begin with and it ended horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so nobody could decide what they were going to do so Bison decided to have people over at his house.  when i asked who was all coming he started naming all these couples.  i HATE doing couple things, even though i'm in a couple.  i think they're awkward and weird.  i casually mention how couple things make me uncomfortable which led to fight #1.  he took it as i didn't want people over at his house.  whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i invited my single gal pal, Miss Basketball, who i work with and was in town visiting her parents.  and i insisted  Bison invited some of his single friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after everyone showed up it turned out to be 4 singles and 5 couples.  not a bad turnout.  Miss Basketball and i decided to start playing games in the kitchen.  then the 3 other single people joined us.  Bison started playing games in the living room with the 5 couples.  this is how it was the entire night!  the singles and i in the kitchen, couples and Bison in the living room.  funny how it turned out that way.  Bison didn't even talk to me for 3.5 hours until after the couples left around 1 am. by that time he was drunk and wanted to talk, and i was pissed cause he ignored me the entire night.  it's not like i wanted him to be by my side the whole time holding my hand, but i would have liked to talk to him for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to bed around 2, he didn't come in till almost 4.  i didn't say a word about anything, as i didn't want to start a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the next morning after everyone left he asked if i had fun.  i said it was okay.  he didn't like that answer and led to fight #2.   i simply said it would have been better if he would have acknowledged me for 5 minutes and he said he didn't realize that he was ignoring me and that he was sorry.  you would think that would have been the end of the conversation but no such luck.  then he went off about how i hated couple things and that i was attacking him.  mean things were said, i broke down and started crying.  i have never cried that hard in front of him or because of him, but he was being horrible.  sometimes i really think i'm not cut out to be in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he felt bad that i was crying and then we finally talked about things.  my friend C was in town and asked if i wanted to go to movie. Bison told me that i should go so that we could spend a couple hours apart to calm down.  so i went and when i got back things were good.  he said he actually missed me when i was gone.  i still hate new years eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last night we had a good time though.  we made supper and had his twin brother and his wife over.  they left and i whooped his ass in scrabble.  so things are good between us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his roommate, Mr. Nurse, is driving me nuts.  i think he hates that i'm here and keeps making comments to me.  we were playing cards new years eve and when i took his card he said "first you take my best friend, then my cards".  ouch.  he also made a comment about my tattoo.  we were sitting around talking about tattoos and he asked if i had one.  i said yes. he said, Bison just loves tattoos! (and this was very sarcastic)  i was unaware that he hated tattoos and Mr. Nurse made me feel like an idiot.  also, then other night i had a coke in the fridge.  he drank it without asking.  apparently i need to label my things at Bisons house like i do at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a new year and i need to have a new and improved attitude about things.  this is many of the things i need to work on but more on that later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-6022154938272016422?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/6022154938272016422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=6022154938272016422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/6022154938272016422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/6022154938272016422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-is-overrated.html' title='new years eve is overrated'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-599068090121746446</id><published>2008-12-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:38:45.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary thoughts'/><title type='text'>i think i'm crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just drove 3 hours to see Bison...he is still at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i hate driving, esp by myself.  while driving, i always get images of me getting into an accident.  whether it be while passing a stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;semi truck&lt;/span&gt; and they lose control and run me off the road or me not paying attention to the road and and driving into the ditch.  i think of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scenarios&lt;/span&gt; and then i have mini panic attack.  i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy because i think i like this.  it's not normal to have such tragic thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i do this whenever i have friends and family traveling too.  last summer my parents went on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;motorcycles&lt;/span&gt; trip and i kept having thoughts of them getting into accidents.  it went so far that i thought about what their funeral would be like and how i would sell their house.  i made my mom call me and keep me updated at every stop they made, which i think kind of annoyed her although my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt; kept reminding her to call me.  these are horrible thoughts and i hate it.  it's disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-599068090121746446?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/599068090121746446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=599068090121746446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/599068090121746446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/599068090121746446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-crazy.html' title='i think i&apos;m crazy'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-3153339203549610403</id><published>2008-12-29T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:20:14.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>glad the holidays are almost over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like i haven't blogged in such a long time!  i have so many to catch up on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; was good, although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad it's over.  i went back to my hometown for 4 days.  holidays are hard. my parents are divorced and it's difficult to find time for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;montana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; day to see my dad's side of the family.  i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; am the outsider and feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not related to any of them.  they are all small town people, farmers, drinkers and hunters.  my uncle was already drunk at 10 am then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to go shoot a deer at 2 pm.  don't get me wrong, i am not against hunting, but i don't think its necessary to go hunting while being over the legal limit. my other uncle who has only lived on the farm his entire life (he's 40) kept making fun of me by saying i was a full time babysitter.  that pissed me off completely but had to pretend it didn't.  if he only had a clue what i went through on a daily basis he wouldn't even think to joke about it.  teaching is nowhere near like babysitting.  i love my family to death, but i was glad to leave that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am so broke right now.  i feel like i haven't been this broke since college and it sucks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; heading to see Bison today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to stay until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  5 days...it's going to be a true test to see if i get annoyed or not.  when i get home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; i have to work at the bar.  i offered to pick up as many shifts as i could since the money situation isn't looking so good for me right now.  no one was too willing to give me their shift, but at least i got one.  that's better than nothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bison and i keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; about what to do new year's eve.  i think it's overrated and i would rather stay home or do something somewhat low key.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never had a fun new years eve...hopefully this year will be different. it'll be interesting to see what we end up doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-3153339203549610403?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/3153339203549610403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=3153339203549610403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3153339203549610403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3153339203549610403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/glad-holidays-are-almost-over.html' title='glad the holidays are almost over!'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-1871733041044951235</id><published>2008-12-22T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:57:32.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>holiday program, they're gonna choke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; i had to work at school and the bar...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;. talk about a LONG day.  having to deal with drunk people is very similar to dealing with 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, and doing that for 14 hours in one day got the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bison was also here this weekend. the weekend went very well and we go along wonderfully. he brought me my birthday present, and i love it. he may be the best boyfriend ever. this is kinda what it looks like, but handle is different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282748734810861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SVAX_DALryI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8KdVsWN-734/s200/coach_purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not real, but it's pretty dam close and nobody is gonna know the difference.  his sister in law sells fakes (illegally), so that's where he got it.  i really do love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; we went to a co-workers surprise b-day party and it was tons of fun.  i got a little drunk and apparently was jump roping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;travel's&lt;/span&gt;  scarf singing "strawberry shortcake, blueberry pie, i got a picture of the cutest guy".  and yes, there is video of this...dumb camera phones.  (travel is a co-worker that introduced me to blogging..check her out, travel without a map)  i don't feel too embarrassed about it, as travel had huge balloons shoved down her shirt and was using them as a cup holder.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tonight is our holiday program for the school.  i am so nervous and i think my class is gonna choke.  they don't pay attention and the song they sing is super fast.  it's def gonna be a disaster.  i know i should have faith, but after them sounding like shit today in practice and being completely off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared for them.  lets just hope they pay attention and keep their fingers out of their noses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-1871733041044951235?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/1871733041044951235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=1871733041044951235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/1871733041044951235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/1871733041044951235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-program-theyre-gonna-choke.html' title='holiday program, they&apos;re gonna choke...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SVAX_DALryI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8KdVsWN-734/s72-c/coach_purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-8076568866974652716</id><published>2008-12-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:08:43.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>LD relationships suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;omg...today my students drove me NUTS!  they were loud all day, they were whiny, and argued with each other every chance they got.  i wanted to lock them in the classroom and just let them duke it out with each other and the last one standing wins. i know thats horrible to say, but it was really that bad of a day. i told them i hope they behave better tomorrow cause it's my birthday.  guilt usually works with 4 year olds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so Bison texted me this morning...this was our conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;him:  hey babe good morning, hope you have a great day!  (he does this everyday, it's actually very sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me:  you too, i miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;him:  is it cold there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me:  a little, the radio said -20...haha;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;him:  oh, it's only -15 here.  you should move here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me:  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i can't believe he said that.  i honestly believe he thinks in the back of his mind that i would change my mind and move there someday.  him mentioning that could start another arguement.  great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it really sucks that he lives 3 hours away.  i have went on dozens of dates over the past 3 years and rarely did any of those guys make it past the first date.  and the 2 guys that i allowed myself to have feelings for weren't ready to be in a relationship and just wanted to be "friends".  which i guess did work out for the best because looking back they were toolbags. now i find someone that makes me laugh, is caring, mature, and is a total sweetheart to me and i can't even see him when i want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i really wouldn't move to his town to be with him.  i know this is selfish and i should at least consider it but at this point that's not happening.  i KNOW in my heart i would hate it there and grow to resent him because of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;if he starts making more comments like he did this morning about me moving there, i'm gonna get pissed.  every discussion we've had about the distance and our future, i've made it perfectly clear that i wouldn't move.  and he said he likes the town i live in and had thought about moving here right after his divorce.  he didn't because he got a huge raise to stay.  if he likes it where i live and i hate it where he lives, then he should move here, right?  and i don't mean like tomorrow or anything, i mean in a year or two (pending if things are still working out).  i just feel  so selfish for thinking this way, even if it is the truth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just have a feeling a year is going to go by and i'm going to end up getting my heart broken because of the distance.  i can just see it...he won't be able to move because of his job.  i know i shouldn't be so pessimistic, but things haven't ever worked out for me in the past so it's super hard to be postive about relationships in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i shouldn't think so far into the future but it's hard, especially with the feelings i have for him.   i also think after 4 months of dating i'm putting the cart before the horse and i should live in the present.  but i  wouldn't even bother dating someone if i didn't see a future with them. and i do see a future with Bison, as long as he would move here.  i honestly wouldn't even ask him to do that, but he had said he liked it here.  so....am i really being selfish or just practical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-8076568866974652716?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/8076568866974652716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=8076568866974652716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8076568866974652716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8076568866974652716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/ld-relationships-suck.html' title='LD relationships suck'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-7686057798082972180</id><published>2008-12-15T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:29:58.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really really really hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt;. the kids are wild and it's always the longest day of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://threeminds.organic.com/assets_c/images/case-of-the-mondays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;also it's freezing out...literally.  weather.com says the temp is -10, but feels like -34.  awesome, i guess i will not be going out and about to finish up my x-mas shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the only good thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mondays&lt;/span&gt;...Jon and Kate plus 8 and The Hills.  need i say more?  i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; junkie.  i honest to god revolve my life around what is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  i told my landlords (my sister and her BF) that i would pay an extra $10 a month for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.  they agreed to get it, but that was 3 months ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be lucky if i even see it before 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;also pink eye is going around work.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; wake up with a crusty eye tomorrow.  i guess that wouldn't be SO bad cause i wouldn't have to go work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bison is coming up this weekend.  i actually am really excited to see him, even though last time we hung out didn't go so hot.  but i do miss him and am not yet annoyed.  we have been dating for a little more than 4 months.  this is quite an accomplishment for me! i just really hope it goes well, as i would be super bummed if it turned out like last time.  esp since i already bought him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-7686057798082972180?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/7686057798082972180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=7686057798082972180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7686057798082972180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7686057798082972180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-566170610163897861</id><published>2008-12-14T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:08:09.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>the weather outside is frightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i did not make it back home this weekend due to the weather. this is what it looks like out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.alaskastock.com/Pix/410/DR/410DR_BG0006_001_T.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it would be fabulous if work was canceled tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am beginning to not like christmas.  i usually like buying things for people.  but this year, nobody will tell me what they want and i still have like 3 gifts to give.  i like to be done shopping by now, as i HATE crowded stores.  when i am in a crowded store i honestly have a panic attack.  i start sweating and get dizzy and want to get the heck out of there.  i wanted to try to finish up by tomorrow, but-it is supposed to be -45 degrees with the wind chill...no joke.  i doubt i will even be going to the bank to deposit my check.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my birthday is on wednesday but we are celebrating it today.  and when i say we i mean me, my sister (K) and her boyfriend (D).  i invited C over for supper, but i doubt she'll make it with the 6 ft tall snow drifts all over.  K made me breakfast and is making me shrimp primavera for supper.  and i think they got me a ice cream cake!  whoo hoo!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-566170610163897861?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/566170610163897861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=566170610163897861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/566170610163897861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/566170610163897861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='the weather outside is frightful'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-440654874070378265</id><published>2008-12-11T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:11:39.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going home'/><title type='text'>Headin back home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i'm thinking things are okay with Bison and i. it was kinda awkward at first when we first started talking again, but finally i just said, "you know, i'm over it. i was furious with you but i'm ready to be done with it. lets move on from this." this is me being mature for probably the first time in relationship history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need to not sweat the small stuff. i should consider this to be a new year's resolution. sometimes i let the littlest crap bother me for no reason. there are bigger things that could have happened than Bison hanging up on me. now this doesn't mean that what he did was right, but he apologized (sort of) and hopefully it won't happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm supposed to go back to my hometown this weekend to help my grandparents move and celebrate my mom's 50th bday. i really do love spending time with my family, although when its me, my mom and sister combined there tends to be a few arguments. my poor step dad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prostate-cancer.co.uk/images/simpletipsfront2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's supposed to also blizzard this weekend. and the last thing i want to happen is be stuck there with no way out! the weather channels keep changing the weather so still not sure if i'm going or not. i would love nothing more than to lay around all weekend in my sweats and watch tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mycathatesyou.com/images/cats/2004/02/couch_potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-440654874070378265?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/440654874070378265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=440654874070378265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/440654874070378265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/440654874070378265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/headin-back-home.html' title='Headin back home...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-4219277381842997106</id><published>2008-12-09T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:12:15.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><title type='text'>apologies should be sincere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i had my phone off for most of the night last night, not wanting to talk to anyone.  i turned it on to check messages before i went to sleep and had 4 texts from Bison.  the last one said, "please don't ignore me".  i felt bad so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him back and asked what he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;he ended up calling me.  Bison asked if i was mad and i told him i needed an apology for him hanging up on me.  this is his apology..."I'm really sorry for hanging up on you babe, BUT I didn't like the things you were saying".  wow...what a sincere apology!!!   we talked for maybe ten minutes, the conversation ended with him saying he was going to bed and didn't want to argue anymore, which was more than fine by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we NEVER used to argue.  i don't get it, and i really don't even understand what we're arguing about.  in my opinion, relationships shouldn't be hard.  they should be easy and fun.  if it's gets stressful, then really what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-4219277381842997106?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/4219277381842997106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=4219277381842997106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4219277381842997106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4219277381842997106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/apologies-should-be-sincere.html' title='apologies should be sincere...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-2040298612058485838</id><published>2008-12-08T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:37:53.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><title type='text'>relationships...good or bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't get relationships.  i really don't think i'm meant to be in one.  things were going SO good with bison.  he met my whole family, we exchanged the L word, we talked about our future.  perfect, right?  i sure thought so until about 4 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we started talking about the distance thing (i know it hasn't been 3 months but it got brought up).  we kinda were arguing about it and got off the phone angry.  he emailed me and i read it last thursday.  it more or less said that things have changed...before he knew he wanted to move to my town and would do anything for us to be together.  this email more or less said that it now may not happen because of this new job.  WTF?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to see him then on friday and things were...awkward.  he said i was being standoffish.  i honestely just didn't have anything to say and that email was on my mind.  we talked about it a little on saturday and i thought things were good.  we went for supper, went to a hockey game and went out for drinks after.  a perfect night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sunday came and not so perfect.  we just started arguing about dumb stuff and he pretty much said he didn't know if there was a future for us.  and THEN he told me he didn't think I wanted to be in a relationship.  i said listen here buddy, i changed my myspace status, i call you my boyfriend, i tell my friends about you and you met my family.  i know that's no big deal for some people, but that is flipping HUGE for me!  i have never done those things for christsakes! i have made SO much progress in the last 4 months, i sometimes wonder what came over me.  he didn't want me to leave angry so we sort of made up (which really means i was still pissed but said things were "fine").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so then i felt bad about things and called him last night to apologize and explain myself.  i told him that his email scared me and made me want to put my walls back up to save myself the heartbreak.  i said i was sorry, i just don't know how else to deal with things, as i've been hurt repeatedly in the past.  i told him that that's me at my worst, and if he couldn't handle it i understood.  and what did he do....HE FUCKING HUNG UP ON ME.  yes, that man who didn't want me leaving until things were resolved hung up on me.  and he wonders why i'm pesimistic about things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i texted him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: did you really hang up on me right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;him:  i said goodnight.  (i did NOT hear it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;him:  i told you not to say those things anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;him:  i wish you didn't say hurtful things to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like is this for real?  he doesn't like something i say so he punishes me like i'm 4 and hangs up on me?  wow...what a slap in the face.  i have no desire to talk to him right now either...i think i would loose it.  i cried so hard last night to the point that i almost threw up.  i haven't felt that bad in years. so of course today i have a pounding headache and a puffy face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am quickly reminded that although relationships can sometimes be great, but the not-so-great stuff that comes along with it may not be worth it...i really just want to give up and say fuck it, as i am happy being single.  i just really thought i had something with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-2040298612058485838?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/2040298612058485838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=2040298612058485838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/2040298612058485838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/2040298612058485838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationshipsgood-or-bad.html' title='relationships...good or bad?'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-4308348636262584668</id><published>2008-11-25T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:58:24.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labeled'/><title type='text'>never thought i'd have to label my banana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this morning i woke up without a voice.  before i left for work i thought to myself, when i get there i will have some hot chocolate which will make my throat feel better.  i knew i still had a packet of hot chocolate in the cupboard so didn't grab one.  i get to work, make hot water, look in the cupboard and see that somebody had taken my hot chocolate.  i was pissed.  i know it's only hot chocolate, but why do people think they can just take other peoples things?  last week my string cheese went missing out of the fridge.  so today i labeled everything with my name on it, including my banana.  i just figured that we were all adults and i wouldn't of had to do that.  i was wrong.  how irritating and i can't wait till thanksgiving break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-4308348636262584668?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/4308348636262584668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=4308348636262584668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4308348636262584668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4308348636262584668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-thought-id-have-to-label-my.html' title='never thought i&apos;d have to label my banana...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-347624179086889801</id><published>2008-11-18T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:29:57.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lion'/><title type='text'>just draw a penis on it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was showing my students how to put this lion art project together, like where the body, head and tail go. i put it all together when a little girl says, "if you want to make it a boy just draw a penis on it." it completely took me off guard and i could only respond with "uhhh, no...we don't do that." lord knows i didn't want 19 lions going home with penis's on them...parents would probably wonder what the heck i was teaching their 4 year olds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;things with Bison are super good. he is so amazing and i am lucky to have him in my life. he stayed with me saturday on his way back from hunting and we just sat and talked for over 3 hours. not once did i have the urge to turn on the tv or fall asleep. it was a good conversation. he met my mom last thursday on his way to go hunting...i had anxiety about that. i have never had my mom meet a boyfriend. my long term ex she had already known, and no other guys were good enough for me to take home. so this was huge. she really liked him and told me to hold on to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i hate christmas shopping...it should be a joyous and fun time of year but it just makes me crabby. salespeople are very unhelpful, other shoppers push, and the lines are ridiculous. i swear, next year i'm starting in april. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-347624179086889801?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/347624179086889801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=347624179086889801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/347624179086889801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/347624179086889801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-draw-penis-on-it.html' title='just draw a penis on it...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-8866362145344829742</id><published>2008-11-06T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:37:35.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you would think after living in ND for almost 26 years that i would be used to the snow...but no such luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it is not only snowing, but it's a flipping blizzard.  absolutely ridiculous.  why i live here...no idea whatsoever.  i HATE being cold, yet it is cold here 8 months out the year.  i can't even see out the window cause there is so much snow caked on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;good thing about the blizzard...parent/teacher conferences were postponed till next week.  bad thing about blizzard...parent/teacher conferences were postponed till next week.  i had one night of them last night and really wanted to just get them over with tonight.  but then again i was exhausted and couldn't imagine putting in another 13 hour day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i was supposed to go see Bison tomorrow...pretty sure interstate is closed at the moment.  it's supposed to clear up tomorrow afternoon but i don't really believe those weather guys.  another con about long distance relationships in ND-that mother nature decides when and how often two people can see each other 8 months out the year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-8866362145344829742?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/8866362145344829742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=8866362145344829742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8866362145344829742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8866362145344829742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-it-snow.html' title='let it snow...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-4204262974557314685</id><published>2008-11-04T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:24:25.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have been so crazy busy lately. do you ever get so busy that one day you wake up and wonder what you did the last two weeks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;, working two jobs and getting ready for parent/teacher conferences i seriously have had no life whatsoever. i was sleeping by 9:30 last night and didn't even get to see the last part of the hills. but, i woke up at 5:30 this morning and they were replaying it (imagine that) so i got to see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heidi&lt;/span&gt; got fired!! man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spencer&lt;/span&gt; is a douche...every time he pops his weaselly face into an episode i want to change the channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i did remember to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; plus 8. i love those little kids, they are SO cute. then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;duggarts&lt;/span&gt; were on, 17 and counting. really?!? 17 children! her vagina is like a clown car! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i start conferences tomorrow. i do them wed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt; till like 8 each night. that means i will be working for 13 hours each day....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;. but, i get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; off so that is a plus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to see bison this weekend. we are going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Buckcherry&lt;/span&gt; concert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night, i am definitely pumped for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;also, an ex (we'll call him the Spencer of Fargo) had checked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page and saw i was dating someone. he wrote to me to ask about it. my life became none of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; when he decided he didn't want to hang out with me anymore. it's not like we were friends before we dated, why would we be friends now?? i think he's an arrogant person. i think only in certain situations you can be friends with an ex. in this case with the Spencer of Fargo....no such luck. and it just so happens that this guy knows Bison, because he works with Bison's ex-wife. god, it sounds like a soap opera. it just irritates me that he even asked me about it, because like i mentioned, we are not friends. i guess if i saw him on the street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; say hi, but i would never call, text or email him. and the fact that i let it bother me, bothers me even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-4204262974557314685?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/4204262974557314685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=4204262974557314685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4204262974557314685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/4204262974557314685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-7479550939502498393</id><published>2008-10-29T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:18:01.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>little annoyances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i live with my sister (K.) and her boyfriend. (D).  it's a pretty good situation: i have the downstairs all to myself and K. is always cooking for me and taking care of me, and it's pretty cheap rent.  although...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she can't seem to EVER put shit away.  we do have to share the kitchen so this is a problem.  for example, i come home today and the dishwasher is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unloaded&lt;/span&gt; BUT all of the dam dishes from it are sitting on the counter.  really?! like it's so hard to reach that extra 2 feet and put them in the cupboard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or somebody will eat crackers or peanuts and when they are finished they leave them on the counter.  so annoying!!  walk the extra foot and put them back in the pantry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i clean up after children all day long, the last thing i want to do is come home and clean up after my 28 year old sister and her 29 year old boyfriend. perhaps i need to give them a lesson on "how to be responsible"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-7479550939502498393?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/7479550939502498393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=7479550939502498393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7479550939502498393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/7479550939502498393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-annoyances.html' title='little annoyances...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-3932967006206359379</id><published>2008-10-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:00:33.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bison visit'/><title type='text'>laid back weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bison got here like at 6 and i made him supper. it was a huge success...i didn't burn the house down and nobody got sick.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we had a good conversation about the distance thing.  i told him i was scared to put too much time or feelings into this.  he said he completely understood and saw my point of view.  he agreed with me but also said that he wants me in his life. i said that it would be easier to end things now than a year from now. he once again agreed with me and once again said he still wanted me in his life.  i told him i would never move to where he lived...it's too big of place, it's too cold (yes, i understand this is ND and everywhere is cold, but on the east side of the state it is at least 10 degrees colder), it's too far away from my family and i think it's more of a party/college city.  i told him i wouldn't even move there for him, because i know i would grow to resent him for it.  he said he would move to where i live, but he just got this new job that is paying him outrageously well.   i can't expect him to give that up for my $20,000 a year job.  he asked if i just wanted to end it now....when he said that i got a pit in my stomach and made me super sad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to not have him in my life.  i told him that we should give it 3 months of not talking or thinking about it and then see where things are then.  he thought that was a good idea.  and it may be kinda dumb to do that, but i really enjoy his company, he makes me laugh and most importantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not annoyed with him. no point in stressing about it now, i just am going to take it one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; amazed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a healthy relationship where i can have an adult conversation.  what i mean by this is that i can say my thoughts and feelings about anything and i don't get belittled for it or yelled at for it...my Long Term Relationship i once had was like that.  i feel i can say anything to Bison and he actually listens to me...not just goes "uh huh, yea". he responds and asks questions about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday night we watched The Strangers.  keeps you on your seat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; scary, but a dumb ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we lounged around,watched a movie, went for a walk and then went to the corn maze with my co-workers that night.  it was okay but really cold and windy.  after that Bison and i went to a bar and my sister, her boyfriend of some others met us there.  he got pretty drunk and i wasn't even annoyed with him.  i didn't drink a whole lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we just hung out all day...my sister made us breakfast and supper.  i live in the basement of my sister and boyfriends house.  everyone got along great and we all watched football together.  it was a nice, relaxing day...Bison just left and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already kinda missing him.  it's weird to actually want to be around someone and not get irritated with them.  i don't even know the last time i hung out with a guy who didn't bother the shit out of me.  it's kinda a nice feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-3932967006206359379?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/3932967006206359379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=3932967006206359379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3932967006206359379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3932967006206359379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/laid-back-weekend.html' title='laid back weekend'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-8458777407196074874</id><published>2008-10-24T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:56:53.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c moving'/><title type='text'>good times are soon to be had!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got some great news last night...my BFF, numero uno C accepting a job here and is moving in 3 weeks!  and, she found a place to live about 7 blocks away.  i am pumped.  C is the bestest pal a gal can ask for.  she always knows what to say at the right time.  she is the only person i can tell ANYTHING to and i know she won't judge me for it.  i'm so excited that we'll be living in the same town again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;C and i can have fun doing anything.  one time, C, me and Darlene* had fun drinking wine and playing shower pictionary (fully clothed).  one person would open the dictionary and randomly find a word then draw a picture of it in the shower with bath crayons while the other two would sit on the floor and try to guess what it was.  i don't like to toot my own horn or anything, but i did get to take the bragging rights of winning home on the one (toot, toot). it may sound dumb, but in ND sometimes we have to make our own fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bison will be here tonight.  i am going to attempt to make him supper.  i don't cook, so it should be interesting.  i feel like i owe it to him.  last time i was there he made me supper and breakfast, which was awesome.  he's a great cook...which makes me all the more nervous to make something for him.  oh well, if he doesn't like it, he'll just have to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Darlene is girl who C and i used to hang out with.  we all were like the 3 musketeers and even got matching tattoos on our foot.  Darlene then moved to the Minnesota and changed completely.  she has been through ND on her way back to her hometown numerous times in the last year, and has not once bothered to call.  i haven't talked to her in over a year, and now Darlene is pulling some shit on C and C is getting tired of it.  it's really sad, because us three had an amazing friendship (or so i thought) and i have no idea what went wrong with it.  i hope if i did anything to offend Darlene that she would have told me.  oh well...people come into your life for a reason or a season.  i guess she was just the season....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-8458777407196074874?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/8458777407196074874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=8458777407196074874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8458777407196074874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/8458777407196074874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times-are-soon-to-be-had.html' title='good times are soon to be had!!'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-6982041637720270014</id><published>2008-10-23T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:46:28.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance'/><title type='text'>i love not working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at times, i really like being a teacher.  take today and tomorrow for example, i don't work while the rest of the world is hard at it.  we get the days off for teacher training, and i put in a whole 5 hours today listening to a lady talk about signs of sexual abuse.  it actually was really interesting, but disturbing at the same time. last year we had a case at our school and weren't sure how to handle it. here to find out, we did everything we were supposed to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i teach at a Montessori school, which is private.  there are only 4 classrooms with like 100 kids in the whole school.  it has it perks like having summers, holidays,  and weekends off. Then again, the pay sucks big time which is why i occasionally fill in at a bar when necessary.  is it really that wrong to be a teacher AND a barmaid?  anyway, it'll be nice to have to day off tomorrow to run errands, clean and take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bison will be here tomorrow night...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty excited to see him.  not so sure where this "relationship" is going though.  he just got a new job offer that he accepted today.  he mentioned that he could see himself at that company for the rest of his life.  i am extremely happy for him, as it was a 20% pay raise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we live 2.5 hours away from each other. i don't have any desire to ever move to the city he lives in and he clearly isn't going anywhere in the future. i know i shouldn't think so far into the future (or like i always say "put the cart before the horse") but what's the point of even getting involved with someone if you never will live in the same town as them? maybe i should have thought about this relationship thing a little bit better....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-6982041637720270014?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/6982041637720270014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=6982041637720270014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/6982041637720270014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/6982041637720270014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-not-working.html' title='i love not working...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-5617257113533427459</id><published>2008-10-20T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:13:27.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>does marriage work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i did it.  i changed my status to "in a relationship".  at first i wasn't really okay with it and talked to Bison about it.  he was really sweet and said that he didn't want me to do anything that i wasn't comfortable with.  but i took the leap and did it.  now i'm actually feeling pretty good about it.  lets just hope this feeling stays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i was sick all weekend and even stayed home from work today.  when people find out i'm sick, they say, "you're ALWAYS sick".  well i wonder why...could it be because i constantly have 4 years olds sneezing and coughing in my face?  or because it's on a rare occasion that they actually use a kleenex when they have something in their nose?  or the fact that they seem to always forget to wash their hands?  ugh...really people.  i hate missing work, it makes me feel guilty and way behind on things, especially with parent/teacher conferences coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;over the weekend, i got a drunk text from an ex, who is now married.  i dated him for like a month about 4 years ago when i was on a break from the Long Term Relationship.  he was a nice guy, it ended because i decided to get back together with the ex.  needless to say a couple months after we dated, Married guy moved to a different town.  throughout the last 4 years, every couple months i would get random text messages from him saying he missed me and that he still thought about me all the time.  i found out through friends that he eventually moved in with his girlfriend.  when i asked him about it he said it "was for financial reasons only".  okay, whatever.  then i find out he's engaged, which he would never mention over his random 'miss you' texts.  in july, he texted me saying he missed me and that he was at a bachelor party.  well to find out, it was his bachelor party.  a month later, he got married.  i thought that would have been the last time i heard from him.  but i was wrong.  very early sunday morning i get a text message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Married guy: Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me:  Hey, what's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MG:  Nothing, I'm wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me:  I figured as much, since you're texting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MG:  Sorry for contacting you.  I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me:  Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MG:  I'm married!!  (let me remind you, he has never mentioned his engagement, or marriage in all the late-night 'miss you' texts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me:  Then you should be apologizing to you WIFE, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MG:  Sorry for contacting you.  My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me:  Yea, your bad.  Please delete my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MG:  Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't get some people!!  i haven't even seen this guy in 4 years, or led him on in any way, shape or form.  at one point a couple years ago after some late night texts, i e-mailed him saying i would not be friends with him unless his girlfriend knew about it.  he obviously didn't understand that.  i feel bad for his wife, she probably has no clue how he has randomly texted me the last couple of years. he's a douche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;things like that happening is why i'm unsure if i even believe in marriage.  some people are shady and very untrustworthy.  that's my fear, that i will be married and my husband would cheat.  in my Long Term Relationship, i got cheated on all the time.  it was horrible.  i always thought i could get past it and forgive and forget, but in reality that never happened.  i just see so many relationships end because of people being unfaithful.  Bison was married for about 2 years (i think), his wife cheated on him.  i think it's amazing how he's willing to put his all into another relationship and be so trusting and to still believe in marriage.  i was just in a shitty relationship and i'm not sure i believe in it.  my parents got divorced when i was about 4, my sister got divorced after 1.5 years of marriage, my college roommate got divorced after 1 year on marriage...she's now 25, with one kid and on her second marriage.   i honestly think i will be okay if i never walk down that aisle.  i don't know, maybe someday someone will prove to me that marriage does actually work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-5617257113533427459?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/5617257113533427459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=5617257113533427459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/5617257113533427459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/5617257113533427459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-marriage-work.html' title='does marriage work?'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811152214415477872.post-3280595888052922947</id><published>2008-10-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:54:42.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship status'/><title type='text'>just a click of a button...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been single for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 3 years. my last serious relationship lasted 6.5 years (on and off but mostly on), and let me just say it...it was NOT a good relationship. over the last 2 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; started hanging out with this guy, Bison, who i really like. he makes me laugh which is SO important to me, and he is a good, genuine person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been trying to get used the idea of having a "boyfriend". i hate labels, i think they are dumb. but when people ask if i have a boyfriend, i think i should start saying yes. and actually, the word itself kinda gives me a panic attack. Bison is great, he really is. the only problem is that he lives 2.5 hours away. some people think that's a good thing for me, since i do get sick/annoyed with guys very easily. i was at Bison's house last weekend, so i spent a total of 42 hours with him and didn't annoyed in the least. that was huge for me!! i don't want to hang out with other guys, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't want him to be hanging out with other girls. so that would make him my "boyfriend", right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the past week i've been thinking about changing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; status from 'single' (which is always has been, since i started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;) to 'in a relationship'. today i sit down on the computer to do it and i freeze. my palms start sweating, hands start shaking and my heart is racing. i mean really, what is my problem?!?!? it's just a click of a button, not a ring on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the last 3 years i have went on NUMEROUS dates, some good some bad. some of those dates even led me to hang out with that person for a couple weeks. but i have never even considered changing my status as i knew it wasn't going anywhere with those guys. like i mentioned, i like Bison a lot and can actually see myself with him for more than a month. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just terrified that i will end up getting hurt again or losing my independence. when i was in my long term relationship 3 years ago, i relied on my BF for everything and always planned things around him. over the last couple years i have become a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; person...i go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; parties/weddings by myself and i love my alone time. i don't rely on anyone but myself. i think i'm scared that if i am in a relationship again, that indepedence that i've worked so hard on will go away. i know i just need to get over this because i would be so mad at myself if things with Bison went bad because of my lame issues. i may need therapy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/811152214415477872-3280595888052922947?l=acceptchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/feeds/3280595888052922947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=811152214415477872&amp;postID=3280595888052922947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3280595888052922947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/811152214415477872/posts/default/3280595888052922947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptchanges.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-click-of-button.html' title='just a click of a button...'/><author><name>I am what I am...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829424690783832052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKsQmPx8VMI/SQYErd6gZBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yp-uLh6Wfno/S220/Pink-flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
