<?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-18318049</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:33:27.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Not Hardcore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-115815743334794496</id><published>2006-09-13T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:23:53.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Do you use the restroom in public places?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yeah, but i use a toilet seat cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. What is your favorite kinda porn... girl on girl, 3somes, guy/girl, guy/guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;definitely not guy on guy...gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Do you talk to your neighbors? Have they heard you? You heard them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Ever maxed out your credit card? Bounced a check? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yes to the credit card, no to the check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. 3 words to describe your significant other's "down there".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Absolutely F**kin' Perfect!!!!! *ill leave jen's answer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonus: Have you ever had an affair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-115815743334794496?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/115815743334794496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=115815743334794496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/115815743334794496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/115815743334794496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2006/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-115815725726063680</id><published>2006-09-13T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:20:57.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stole from my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Have you ever bought something to increase your sexual performance or enhance your attributes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Do you talk to your parents about sex? Can you/will you talk to your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My parents gave me a book, probably why I ended up pregnant at 15. I will definitely have the talk with my girls. I'm not scared to talk to them about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Sex during pregnancy... great or ick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Umcomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. What is the longest you've ever been celebate after having lost your virginity?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;now. 8 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What is the best sex game you've ever played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonus: Who was the first person (names unneccessary) you were ever naked in front of for sexual reasons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Melanie's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&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/18318049-115815725726063680?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/115815725726063680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=115815725726063680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/115815725726063680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/115815725726063680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2006/09/stole-from-my-sister.html' title='stole from my sister'/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-114493682066533770</id><published>2006-04-13T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:00:21.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. My parents got pregnant with me when they were 29 and 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Dad went on to become a mechanical engineer. Mom is an office manager for an OB/GYN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. I only have one sister and she’s 13 years older than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. I went to Catholic School all 12 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. I graduated high school despite having Melanie my junior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. I only have one grandparent that is still alive - my Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Mom's mother insisted on not being called grandma...thus came Gran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. My mom thinks that Melanie was brought here to help her get over her Mom's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. When my Dad's Mom died, my bf at the time wouldn't let me stay at the funeral home bc he was "bored".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. I am more like my Mom than My Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. I love the bread and garlic butter at Spaghetti Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. I have thought a lot more about my parents dying and it really really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. I feel like a failure because I haven't put my cosmetology license into use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. I hope to be a millionaire by the time I'm 50. No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. I love tattoos...love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. I tend to always expect the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. I got a scholarship to my dream college, but i wasn't a full one and we couldn't afford the rest of the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. I never got to really live life. I got pregnant at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. I have no relationship with God, and anyone who tries to force their beliefs or spiritual sayings on me will get a punch in the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. I usually feel like my dad loves me, but doesn't like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Fall is my favorite time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22. I don't like the wind blowing my hair, it gets tangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23. I miss my first car .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24. I usually prefer hanging out by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25. I have no problem being home on a friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26. I have a VERY soft spot for ALL animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27. I would LOVE to visit Italy someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28. I have self-esteem issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29. I feel guilty about the smallest things. I blame it on my Catholic upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30. I prefer silver jewelry over gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;31. I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. It sticks to me like white on rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;31. My dad still yells at me and I'm married with kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;32. I wish I had a neice or nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;33. I worry about everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;34. When I worry, I get grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;35. I was one of two lead characters in a play in the 6th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;36. My school volleyball team won league EVERY single year, until the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;37. My first car was a 1993 Jeep Grand Cherokee. It was green.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;38. My Dad has played in a band since before I was born. He's a guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;39. I enjoy hearing them play, but don't get to often bc of the smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;40. I don't believe his heart is into anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;41. They do a Bee Gee's medley with my Dad singing the high parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;42. As soon as I get a CD, i throw the case away, same with a DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;43. If I ever won the lottery, I would, help my family, help Dr. Ross, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;44. I hate to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;45. I look to do the celebrity crosswords in the tabloids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;46. I don't gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;47. I'm definitely not a party girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;48. I used to wish I had had Melanie later in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;49. I'm a lot closer to my dad since we moved to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50. I have always been the heartbreaker, not the heartbreakee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;51. I wish I had stayed in college and gotten a degree, then went to hair school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;52. I come off as a bitch when really I'm just shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;53. I keep things inside that bother me until I explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;54. I am a pretty big push over when it comes to Melanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;55. I would do anything for someone I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;56. I love to sing, but only when no ones listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;57. I like to fish but not bait the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;58. I planned my wedding in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;59. I have always gotten along better with guys than girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;60. I think one of my best qualities is making whomever I'm with feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;61. I really wish I could have been older when Gran was alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;62. I could never be with someone who smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;63. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs, and I don't really like being around when people are doing any of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;64. I like to laugh until I can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;65. I was raised to always say thank you and appreciate every gift you recieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;66. I was 5 days early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;67. I love giving gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;68. My mind is usually at fault for me not sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;69. I got my first job at 16, and still work there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;70. I don't have a problem asking for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;71. I'm really proud of my hometown - Louisville, Kentucky - and it's growth over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;72. My family is very small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;73. I had to go to the hospital on Mother's Day 2003. I thought I was having a heart attack. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;74. One of the happiest days of my life was when Melanie was born. I married Ryan and finding out I was pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;75. I don't believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;76. I used to have very long blonde hair. Now it's short and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;77. I've never been out west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;78. I sometimes wonder if I've ever been close to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;79. I have a license in cosmetology..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;80. I would rather drink Coke than Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;81. I have loved the Beatles since I was very young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;82. I was the fastest typer in my keyboarding class in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;83. I sometimes doubt my parenting abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;84. I used to take the TARC to Gran's house after school every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;85. I get my feelings hurt easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;86. I prefer showers over baths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;87. I have no problem going to a restaurant and eating by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;88. If I am upset or angry....I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;89. I hardly ever get excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;90. No one has ever done anything romantic for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;91. My two favorite vacations are: (1) Somewhere on the Beach; (2) Somewhere in the Mountains/Woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;92. I hate talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;93. I really believe in Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;94. I am not very organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;95. I have been in one serious car accident. F'er totalled my Jeep...Ran a red light and slammed into the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;96. There are a few smells that I absolutely love: (1) Melly or Ryan right out of the bath; (2) Freshly Cut Grass; (3) Puppy Breath; (4) A Baby's Head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;97. There are a few things that I cannot stand: (1) Child Abuse; (2) Animal Abuse; (3) Arrogance; (4) Drugs; (5) My Next Door Neighbor; (6) Melanie's Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;98. My favorite Holiday is Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;99. I can't roll my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100. My biggest fear is death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-114493682066533770?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/114493682066533770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=114493682066533770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/114493682066533770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/114493682066533770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2006/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-114485277380228109</id><published>2006-04-12T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:39:34.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;1.My roommate once: Well I've never had a roommate besides family and my husband and daughter...but my husband likes to put oj cartons and milk jugs back in the fridge empty...its such a man thing, my dad does it, ray on everyone loves raymond does it...jerks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Never in my life: Have I ever done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile: Melanie, Ryan, and I'm sure Isabella will be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. High School was: a lot better once I'm out of it and look back on it. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: my knees sometimes get shaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was: A few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;7. If I were to get married right now my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: my sister...and I don't know who else bc i don't hang out with anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. My eyes: are light green and i get the most compliments on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair: is in between stage...trying to grow it out and get it back to blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;10. When I was 5: i was in kindergarten at vine street baptist and i loved my teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;11. Last Christmas: was the last christmas before ryan left for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;12. When I turn my head left, I see: a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13. I should be: going to the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see:  my pregnant belly and hardwood flooring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest recent event was: nothing that i can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I were a character on Friends I'd be: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: my husband back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;18. Current Relationship Status: Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;19. I have a hard time understanding: math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;20. One time at a family gathering: my cousin chris had sex in my bed while the whole family was downstairs for my mom's 40th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;21. You know I "like" you if: you dont think im a complete bitch&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person(people) I'd thank is/are: diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;23. Take my advice: take the good with the bad, smile with sad, love what youve got and remember what you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: hashbrowns and sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;25. If you visit the place I grew up: you'd like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;26. Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: Italy hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;27. If you spend the night at my house: you'd have gray hairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;28. I'd stop my wedding if: I wasn't in love or he had cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;29. The world could do without: Terrorists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than date: hussien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;31. Most recent thing you've bought yourself: power bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;32. Most recent thing someone else bought for you: hmmm...cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;33. My favorite blonde is: Melly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;34. My favorite brunette is: Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;35. The last time I laughed really hard: Was last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;36. The last time I was drunk was: years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;37. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;38. I shouldn't have been: so naive when i was younger and such a push over&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;39. Once, at a bar: Never been to one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;40. Last night I: gave melly a bath and watched TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;41. There's this girl I know who: got a boob job and thinks she gods gift to all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;42: I don't know: when Isabella will actually be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;43. A better name for me would be: Samantha...i think i look like a Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;44. If I ever go back to school I'll: go back for vet tech or med assist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;45. How many days until my birthday?: about 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-114485277380228109?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/114485277380228109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=114485277380228109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/114485277380228109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/114485277380228109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-survey.html' title='Random Survey'/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113751525598112826</id><published>2006-01-17T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:27:35.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I keep forgetting about this journal...i guess because i mostly use my livejournal one. oh well...well life has been very stressful lately. between arguing with melanie's so called father and ryan deploying soon, i have been extremely irritated for the past month. we have got so much to do in such little time, its crazy. and the thing that sucks the most is that we dont know exactly when he is deploying...the just said to be ready at any time. im like that is not helpful. basically he's leaving, and that leaves me with a ton of headaches to take care of. ive got to finish clearing housing, ive got to pay off his wrecks and his school loans and his bank debts. i just feel like im getting left with more than i can handle...i keep telling him he needs to take care of as much stuff as he can before he leaves, because im going to have enough on my plate as is. but who knows. all i know is he owes a lot of people, a lot of money. fortunately we will have the money to pay everything off, but thats just money that we wanted to save for a house. we will probably be buying a house in louisville when he gets back. maybe, we might wait. we are also getting a new car when he gets back. i guess thats the only good thing about deploying. the money. but still that doesnt replace my husband or time. anyway, i need to get going, im tired and ive got a lot to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113751525598112826?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113751525598112826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113751525598112826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113751525598112826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113751525598112826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-keep-forgetting-about-this-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113315139917427170</id><published>2005-11-27T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:16:39.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well tonight was definitely one of the most uncomfortable moments I've ever had at my mother in law's house. It's all over my brother in law Kyle's stupid girlfriend that no one likes. I don't really feel like going into detail, but I just wanted to get out of there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really don't want to go back to New York tomorrow. New York sucks. At least where we live does. I just have to keep reminding myself it's only temporary. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our dog and my parents dog which happens to be Ry's old dog will not stop fighting. During the summer they were fine together, now we are constantly having to bang on the windows to get them to stop. Sigh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took the dog's to Feeder's Supply and gave them baths. That was interesting. I managed to stay pretty dry but Ryan was not as fortunate. Oh well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, I need to get going. 4AM comes very fast on little sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113315139917427170?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113315139917427170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113315139917427170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113315139917427170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113315139917427170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-tonight-was-definitely-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113305801284782905</id><published>2005-11-26T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:20:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well I was going to post some pictures but my parents computer is just too slow and I am too impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We went out to the Cheesecake Factory and ate tonight. The wait was over an hour. The food really wasn't all that great, and the bill was over $100 which I thought was ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ryan went to Lazer Blaze with his friends. I was supposed to watch our friends 4 month old baby but the grandma did instead. :( I was disappointed because she is such a good baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I uploaded more CD's to the Ipod. I'm going to Jen's tomorrow to do her MP3 player for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really have nothing of value or importance to say so I guess I'll just go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. I did this post in color, just for you Jen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes, makes it so hard not to cry - and as we say our last goodbye - i nearly do. - snow patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113305801284782905?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113305801284782905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113305801284782905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113305801284782905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113305801284782905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-was-going-to-post-some-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113051210024629615</id><published>2005-10-28T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:08:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate when I get all these crazy emotions going in my head. I felt so out of control yesterday. I didn't want anyone or anything. I just wanted to go back to Kentucky. I didn't want to deal with life. I hate when I get like that. It's not just from being pregnant and having my hormones go out of control because I used to get like this all the time. Pregnant or not. How can anyone else stand me when I can't stand myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly said something to me yesterday that really kind of upset me. She said I feel like beating someone up, I just feel like hitting someone. My head is going back and forth, back and forth, and I just feel so mad. I grind my teeth, and she was making a fist, and was like I'm trying to make it stop. I get mad, and then sad, and then grouchy and then happy.  I have all these emotions. It really kind of disturbed me. Melly is such a little sweetheart most of the time. But then I remembered that they are learning about different emotions at school right now so I just chalked it up to that. She definately doesn't have an anger problem or anything so I'll just let it go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the other night Melanie was talking to her father on the phone, and when she wants to get off the phone with someone, she says "Can we please get off the phone now?" Well, he just couldn't accept that she didn't want to talk to him, and kept accusing Ryan and I of making her get off the phone. She kept going No, No, I just want to get off the phone, and no one is making me get off. Then her little belly puffed up and her eyes got all watery and she got off the phone. I said what's wrong what'd he say. She said, "He said that I was lying and I am going to be in trouble when I come home." He has no idea how to be a parent. First of all she wasn't lying. No one made her get off the phone, second you can't punish her a month after she does something, not that did anything anyway. That's like OK Melanie I'm assuming you lied to me a month ago and now you're punished. He is such an idiot. I wish he would just go away. Melly has no interest in him most of the time. He's a hypocrite too. For some reason it's okay for his fiancee's daughter to call him daddy, but he throws these huge fights if Melly calls Ryan Brodad, or brodaddy. How is that fair? Ryan provides for Melanie which Brian doesn't, and Ryan joined the Army so that Melly would have health/dental insurance. Something Brian never felt the need to try and get for her. I just get so fed up with him, and there's nothing I can do about it. Except for the fact that he's about 5 months behind in child support. He wrote this big thing in his journal about how he paid off his $20,000 car, his brand new motorcycle he just bought, his two credit cards, his divcorce fees, his ex wifes hospital bill and some other shit that totalled about $30,000. But yet he can't pay child support??? Whatever, I'm going to go bc im getting to fired up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113051210024629615?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113051210024629615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113051210024629615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113051210024629615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113051210024629615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-when-i-get-all-these-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113034018745774947</id><published>2005-10-26T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:38:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I wanted to post a few more pictures so everyone can put a face with the names I will be writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/1600/ryintell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/320/ryintell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter Melly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/1600/mellysideways.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/320/mellysideways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/1600/Melanie%20at%20Mall.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/956/320/Melanie%20at%20Mall.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I will talk about more people, but these are the only pictures I have here on the computer. I'll put up more pictures when I go home for Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113034018745774947?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113034018745774947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113034018745774947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113034018745774947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113034018745774947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-wanted-to-post-few-more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18318049.post-113033999081267460</id><published>2005-10-26T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:19:50.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is my first post, I believe. I think I tried to post before but it didn't work, or maybe it did. I can't remember. I really just created this blog so that I could post on my sister's, but I figured, it's here I might as well use it. So first off, if you haven't read my profile. My name is Emily. I'm 21. Married. Military wife. Mother to a daughter Melanie, pregnant with another. My life story is basically a boring one but seasoned with much drama and stress here and there. Most of my stress ended when I ended an abusive two year relationship. The only good that came out of it was my daughter, and for that I will never regret the relationship. So here I am! I'll post more later. Well, don't quote me on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There be me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/mypony.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18318049-113033999081267460?l=sonothardcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/feeds/113033999081267460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18318049&amp;postID=113033999081267460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113033999081267460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18318049/posts/default/113033999081267460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonothardcore.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-this-is-my-first-post-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>xfilipponex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12376540505884506068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/xenjoyedgex/em134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
