<?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-15945966</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:34:40.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BlueRoseBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BlueRose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481992470405431202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15945966.post-113046365972206497</id><published>2005-10-27T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:40:59.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged and Loving It</title><content type='html'>7 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Have children&lt;br /&gt;Own a house&lt;br /&gt;Own a dog&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;Figure out how the mind of a man works.....I don't know if I'll ever get that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave my tongue, my husband loves it&lt;br /&gt;Bake and decorate cakes&lt;br /&gt;Draw blood&lt;br /&gt;Make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;Take care of others&lt;br /&gt;Listen and give advice&lt;br /&gt;Make a good cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can NOT Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor things, not into the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Ice skate or roller skate&lt;br /&gt;Put up with bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Discuss religion or politics with people, I'm right, just admit it&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;Cook, I don't have time for that.....thats why I got married!&lt;br /&gt;Find my way to places I don't know....I need a co-pilot in the passenger seat....again, why I got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes&lt;br /&gt;His strong arms&lt;br /&gt;The way he makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;The way he always thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;His masculin ways&lt;br /&gt;The way he always warms me up when I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;The way he takes care of my when I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say Most Often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, you're so Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Shut the f*ck up&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said life was gonna be easy&lt;br /&gt;Uhh Ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm sayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;Richie Sambora&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester Stallone&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Sabato, Jr&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;Noah Wyle ( I don't think I spelled that right)&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it.....I can't think of anyone else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15945966-113046365972206497?l=blueroseblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113046365972206497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15945966&amp;postID=113046365972206497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/113046365972206497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/113046365972206497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-and-loving-it.html' title='Tagged and Loving It'/><author><name>BlueRose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481992470405431202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15945966.post-112587688169860696</id><published>2005-09-04T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:51:12.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1412/1495/1600/looters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1412/1495/320/looters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the news and of course all you see is about the hurricane. Can they back off the looters? I mean really, these people have lost everything, let them take the damn tv. We all know they don't have power to turn it on. But I mean they are going after people who are taking clothes and shoes. HELLO!!! They have been in the same wet clothes for days! Can you let them change their shirt and draws? I mean come on....that gets me so heated. Yet its ok for the cops to loot, they have been given permission. These are people that don't have a house to go to, they are being shipped to other states! If they want the friggin radio let them take it. Hey, here's a radical idea...how about the government worries about helping them and stop declaring war on these desperate people. Bush better get it together, stop worrying about Iraq and his damn vacations, and start helping these American people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15945966-112587688169860696?l=blueroseblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112587688169860696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15945966&amp;postID=112587688169860696' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112587688169860696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112587688169860696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/looting.html' title='Looting'/><author><name>BlueRose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481992470405431202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15945966.post-112554593303306342</id><published>2005-08-31T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:06:05.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Girls So Hard?</title><content type='html'>Why are girls so hard to be friends with? I mean, I just don't get it. I have a female friend and we aren't really acting like friends anymore. Mind you, the whole start of this "off" period started over something so stupid, yet my friend can't let it go. Things just got worse from there. We didn't speak for a very long time. Then she came to me and we talked things out and I thought, ok good, maybe this can finally be over now and life can go back to normal. Then, its like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be my friend or not. One day she would talk to me, the next it was like I didn't exist. Now, mind you I have somewhat of a strong personality. So I let her be and figured if she wants to talk to me, she will. Then we had another talk. Again, I thought wow.....is this ever gonna be normal? I'm really trying to work this out b/c with other female friends I've had...we have one big fight and thats it, I kick her to the curb. So I'm trying to learn from my mistakes. But damn....how long is this gonna go on? A lot of my other friendsl, some who know this girl, some who don't, think I should give it one more try...3 strikes and you're out right? I mean, I do miss our friendship, but I also don't want to be the only one who cares about the friendship either. It does take two. So do I suck it up and give it one more shot.....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15945966-112554593303306342?l=blueroseblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112554593303306342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15945966&amp;postID=112554593303306342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112554593303306342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112554593303306342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-are-girls-so-hard.html' title='Why Are Girls So Hard?'/><author><name>BlueRose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481992470405431202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15945966.post-112536774997177846</id><published>2005-08-29T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:16:27.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1412/1495/1600/soft%20porn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1412/1495/320/soft%20porn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with men and porn? I mean, when the mood is right porn can be all good. But life with my man is all porn all the time. I mean really, its the first thing on in the morning, its the last thing on at night...and everything in between. I think I'm pretty liberal for the most part. I don't forbid him his porn, but must I be subjected to it every waking moment? He even harrasses my friends with it! He lends his porn out to people, like he's the blockbuster of it. He's got more of it than anyone I've ever known! Sometimes it can come in handy, he has gotten a few good tips from it...but good god...when is enough enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15945966-112536774997177846?l=blueroseblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112536774997177846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15945966&amp;postID=112536774997177846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112536774997177846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15945966/posts/default/112536774997177846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/men-and-porn.html' title='Men and Porn'/><author><name>BlueRose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481992470405431202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
