<?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-12579255</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:11:48.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WENDEE LOLO'S BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>THE UPS AND DOWNS OF WENDEE..
HOPEFULLY ALL GOOD.. BUT MAY BE SOME BAD..
LOVE YOUR FEED BACK..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-113111469439764124</id><published>2005-11-04T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:38:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK VENT TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUL AND I ARE ONLY ON A TALK AS NEEDED BASIS.. WHICH IS REALLY HARD TO DO CAUSE WE STILL WORK TOGETHER.. AND STILL LIVE TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;MAN I REALLY WISH I COULD FIND ANOTHER JOB AND GET OUT AND BE ALONE FOR ONCE&lt;br /&gt;~ WE STARTED MARRAIGE COUNCELING THIS WEEK.. AND LOW AND BEHOLD.. I AM THE REASON HE IS NOT HAPPY.. NO HE CANT TAKE ANY BLAME ON HIM SELF.. THAT WOULD BE TO MUCH LIKE RIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;WE GO BACK THERE NEXT MONDAY.. THE DOC. GAVE US HOME WORK.. TO SAY SOMETING NICE TO EACH OTHER AT LEAST ONE TIME A DAY EVERY DAY TILL WE GO BACK.. WELL I MUST HAVE SOMETING IN MY EARS CAUSE I HAVE HEARD NOTHING FROM PAUL AT ALL - NICE OR OTHER WISE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO KNOW ONE THING.. MY FEET ARE KILLING ME.. WITH ALL OF THIS WALKING ON EGG SHELL SHIT... SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE.. AND SOON.. OR YOU MIGHT JUST FIND ME IN THE LOONY BIN.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT.. MY LIFE SUCKS... YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I FELT LIKE JUST SAYING SCREW IT ALL AND TAKING A CREDIT CARD AND RUNNING AWAY.. I NEED A BREAK RELLY SOON.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT SINCE THE BUSINESS IS ON ITS ASS... I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO THINK ABOUT LEAVING... UNLESS I WANT TO EITHER BE HOMELESS.. OR A BURDEN TO SOME ONE.. WELL I DONT WANT TO DO EITHER.. SO I GUESS I WILL STICK IT OUT HERE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.. ~ LOTTERY.. THATS IT.. I WILL GO PLAY THE LOTTERY.. AND WHEN I WIN.. I WILL MOVE OUT... ~~~ OK WENDEE.. THATS JUST NUTS.. YOU WOULD HAVE TO SPLIT IT WITH HIM.. HMMMMM.. NOW I KNOW FOR SURE I AM STUCK.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUCK IN LIMBO..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-113111469439764124?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113111469439764124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=113111469439764124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113111469439764124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113111469439764124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-vent-time.html' title='OK VENT TIME'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-113043634705569630</id><published>2005-10-27T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:07:42.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY IS SICK.. :-x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO TODAY IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED IT WAS GOING TO BE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAD PLANNED TO STAY HOME ALL DAY.. AND CLEAN HOUSE.. REAARANGE SOME THINGS AND JUST GET SOME CRAP STUFF DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;WELL RICKEY ROO.. DECIDED TO THROW A WRENCH IN TO IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;YESTERDAY HE CAME HOME FROM SCHOOL WITH A WEIRD RASH ON HIS STOMACH AND BACK.. WELL WE ALL TRIED TO FIGURE OUT IF HE WAS ALLERGIC TO SOMETHING.. WAS IT POISING IVEY .. WAS IT CHICKEN POX OR WHAT.. THEN MY SISTER SAW IT AND FREAKED OUT.. SHE HAD THE SAME KIND OF LOOKING RASH ABOUT 4 YEARS AGO.. AND THAT LED TO THE DIAGNOSES OF HER BLOOD DISEASE AND RICKEY STARTED TO FREAK OUT.. HE HAS SEEN WHAT THIS DISEASE HAS DONE TO MY SISTER.. AND I TRIED LIKE HELL TO CALM HIM DOWN.. I PHONED THE DOCTOR AND FOUND OUT THAT I HAD TO WAIT TILL 9AM THIS MORNING TO SEE HIM.. WELL RICKEY DECIDED TO WORK HIMSELF IN TO A FRENZY.. HE COULD NOT SLEEP.. WHICH MENT I DID NOT SLEEP.. OH BUT PAUL SLEPT GOOD.. DID NOT EVEN BOTHER TO ASK WHAT WAS GOING ON.. AS I STAYED UP WITH HIM AND TRIED TO CONSOLE HIM.. I STARTED THINKING OF THE DISEASE MY SISTER HAD.. ABOUT 4 OCLOCK THIS MORNING WE DID FINALLY FALL ASLEEP AND RICKEY THEN STARTED TO RUN A FEAVER.. MAN, NOW I AM NERVOUS.. WELL WE DID FINALLY GO TO SEE THE DOC AND I WAS LAUGHING TRYING TO KEEP RICKS SPIRITS UP AND TOLD DR. CAMPBELL THAT RICKEY HAD COOTIES.. WE ALL LAUGHED AND RIC RAISED HIS SHIRT AND THEN THE DOCTOR TOLD US HE HAD SHINGLES.. UGH..  THIS IS ME..---- WHAT.----- HOW--- DON’T ONLY OLDER PEOPLE GET THIS .. AND IS IT CONTAGIOUS..  WELL THE DOCTOR SAID THAT SINCE HE ALREADY HAD THE CHICKEN POX THAT THIS IS HOW THIS VIRUS COMES OUT.. AND TOLD ME THAT RICKEY MUST BE STRESSED OUT TO HAVE IT COME OUT THIS EARLY IN HIS LIFE.. AND NO IT IS NOT CONTAGIOUS.. WHICH IS VERY VERY GOOD CAUSE BRITTANY IS OVER AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW.. I MADE SURE TO ASK MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DO IT.. DR. CAMPBELL TOLD ME THAT RICKEY IS GOING TO BE IN PAIN WHEN THE RASH GOES AWAY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE FIRST THING RICKEY WORRIED ABOUT WHEN WE WERE TOLD THIS IS THAT HE WAS GOING TO RUIN MY WEEKEND.. I ASSURED HIM THAT WITH THE MEDS HE IS TAKING THAT TOMORROW SHOULD BE THE WORST OF IT AND THEN FRIDAY HE WILL BE MUCH BETTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO NOW INSTEAD OF DOING EVERY THING I PLANNED ON DOING .. I AM SITTING HERE WITH HIM LAYING HIS HEAD ON MY LAP WHILE I TYPE ON THE LAP TOP… HE WONT LET ME OUT OF HIS SIGHT.. HE HAD GOTTEN HIMSELF SO WORKED UP THAT HE IS STILL STRESSED.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO WHEN HE DOES FINALLY FALL ASLEEP I WILL TRY AND GET MY HOUSE CLEAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO FINGERS CROSSED I WILL BE ABLE TO GO OUT ON SATURDAY.. BUT IF NOT THAT WILL BE OK TOO.. CAUSE HE;S MY BABY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK VENTING OVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;~LO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-113043634705569630?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113043634705569630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=113043634705569630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113043634705569630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113043634705569630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-baby-is-sick-x.html' title='MY BABY IS SICK.. :-x'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-113034075825025595</id><published>2005-10-26T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:32:38.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KELLY WILD.. ROCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/1600/0902_artc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/320/0902_artc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW WHAT A NIGHT.. JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN BREATH AND CATCH YOUR BREATH FROM ALL THE YELLING AND SCREAMING FROM A PERFORMANCE LIKE THE ONE FROM KELLY.. YOU GET TO YELL AND SCREAM SOME MORE.. SHE DID IT FOLKS.. OUR KELLY FROM TRIXIE DELIGHT HAS MADE IT TO THE TOP FIVE..&lt;br /&gt;AT ONE POINT MY HUSBAND SAID IT LOOKED LIKE HANDS ACROSS AMERICA..&lt;br /&gt;TIFF-RANDO-MARTHA AND I WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS AS THEY WERE TELLING KELLY HOW SHE DID..&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK I REMEMBER RANDY SAYING HE SCREAMED SO LOUD HE HAD TO SIT DOWN CAUSE HE WAS GOING TO PASS OUT.. AND IN THE WORDS OF TOMMY DELIGHT.. I THINK I PEE'D A LITTLE... HEE HEE HEE...&lt;br /&gt;NO VOICE TODAY.. SO ANSWERING PHONES IS GOING TO BE A FEAT. BUT A FEAT WELL WORTH IT..&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS... KELLY.. I AM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU AND COULD NOT IMAGINE NOT BEING THERE FOR YOU...&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK.. LOVE PRAYERS AND HAPPINESS GOING OUT TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;SO IF ANYONE IS NOT BUSY THAT READS THIS BLOG.. NEXT TUESDAY AT AMERISTAR IS THE PLACE TO BE,... TO SEE SINGING SENSATION KELLY J. WIN THE PRIZE..&lt;br /&gt;~W SHE DID IT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-113034075825025595?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113034075825025595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=113034075825025595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113034075825025595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113034075825025595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/kelly-wild-rocks.html' title='KELLY WILD.. ROCKS'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-113017767282764679</id><published>2005-10-24T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:19:41.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/200/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;HELLO ALL.. WELL I AM MUCH BETTER NOW.. HAD A LONG WEEKEND AND WAS JUST RESTING.. I WAS ABLE TO VENT TO A GOOD FRIEND AND ABLE TO FINALLY CRY OUT LOUD AND NOT TRY AND HIDE MY FEELING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;GOOD THINGS AND BAD THINGS HAPPENED THIS WEEKEND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;RICKEY GOT ALL A’S ON HIS REPORTCARD AND I AM VERY PROUD OF HIM.. LAST YEAR WAS A MESS… HE IS A VERY SMART KID.. AND CAN DO LOTS OF GOOD WORK. SO.. LAST YEAR WHEN HE GOT AN F ON HIS REPORT CARD HE WAS GROUNDED UNTILL THIS REPORT CARD..LOL..LOL.. JUST ABOUT 4 MONTHS.. SO THAT WAS THE GOOD PART.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;THE BAD PART IS THAT MY BEST FRIEND LOST AN OLD DEAR FRIEND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;HER 16 YEAR OLD GERMAN SHEAPERD HAD TO BE PUT TO SLEEP LATE SATURDAY NIGHT.. HE HAD BEEN SICK FOR A FEW YEARS AND HAD JUST ABOUT WASTED DOWN TO NOTHING.. JUST FUR AND BONES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;I HOPE THAT THIS WEEK IS GOING TO BE BETTER AND MY MOOD SHOULD BE CHANGING.. AT LEAST I HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;I WILL BE AT BOTTLE NECK BLUES BAR TUESDAY NIGHT TO ROOT ON A FRIEND OF MINE IN THE SINGING CONTEST THERE.. I CANT WAIT.. IT HAS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I HAVE BEEN OUT AND ABOUT FROM MY HOUSE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;I HAVE FINALLY NARROWED MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME TO 2 DIFFERENT THINGS.. SO NOW I HAVE TO JUST DECIDE HOW HARD ITS GOING TO BE MAKE.. I GUESS I WILL BE DOING THAT TONIGHT AND WEDNESDAY NIGHT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;WELL I AM OFF TO WORK.. AND HAVE ABOUT 1000 THINGS TO DO UNTILL I LEAVE AT 2:30.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;SO I AM OUTTA HERE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;SEE YA SOON ~~~~W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-113017767282764679?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113017767282764679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=113017767282764679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113017767282764679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113017767282764679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-blog.html' title='MONDAY BLOG'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-113003079559873556</id><published>2005-10-22T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:29:01.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU KNOW NOVEMBER IS ADOPTION MONTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;"&gt;DID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU KNOW NOVEMBER IS ADOPTION MONTH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK.. I AM FINALLY ABLE TO BLOG AT HOME.. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH IT NOW.. I FINALLY HAVE A NEW COMPUTER AT HOME.. AND DSL IS UP AND RUNNING.. SO OVER ALL THE PAST FEW HOURS HAVE BEEN GOOD.. I CANT SAY THAT FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS THO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE LAST FEW DAYS ARE HARD FOR ME TO EVEN THINK ABOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;PAUL AND I ARE FIGHTING LIKE CATS AND DOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;RICKEY IS HAVING THESE GROWING SPRUTS THAT DEVELOPS IN TO ALL OUT AND OUT FIGHTING BETWEEN ME AND HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;OCTOBER IS A VERY HARD TIME FOR ME ANYWAY. AND I WISH IT WOULD FINALLY BE OVER.. I WISH NOVEMBER FIRST WOULD GET HERE AND I WOULD NOT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT OCTOBER OF A NOTHER YEAR.. YEAH RIGHT.. WISHFULL THINKING RIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;WELL I GUESS THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.. SEE FRIDAY WAS THE ANNIVERSERY OF MY GRAND FATHERS DEATH.. AND THE 15TH WAS HIS BIRTHDAY.. HE WAS MARRIED TO THE LADY THAT HAS BEEN TRYING TO DIE FOR THE PAST YEAR.. THEY RAISED ME  AND  I FEEL SO LOST NOT HAVING MY GRAND FATHER AROUND ANY MORE.. THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF THE 30TH OF THIS MONTH  IS THE TWINS B-DAY.. THEY WILL BE 8 YEARS OLD.. NOW I KNOW THAT  I AWAYS HAVE A PROBABLEM DURING THIS TIME OF YEAR BUT THIS YEAR IS SOOOO MUCH HARDER.. SEE.. ON THURSDAY I RECIVED A EMAIL FROM THEIR MOM.. (K) SHE TOLD ME THAT THE TWINS DAD (J) HAS DECIDED THAT I AM NOT TO SEE THE TWINS OR CONTACT THEM ANY MORE.. THEY CHANGED THEIR NUMBER AND SHE TOLD ME THAT  SHE WAS UN ABLE TO GIVE IT TO ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~ SEE WE HAD AN OPEN ADOPTION AND I ALWAYS TOLD THEM THAT IF SOMETHING WERE TO EVER CHANGE THAT I WOULD UNDERSTAND IF THEY WANTED TO CHANGE THINGS.. {OK NOT REALLY BUT THOUGHT NOTHING WOULD EVER CHANGE} THE TWINS (I-O) KNEW THAT I WAS THEIR “OVEN” AS (K) WOULD ALWAYS CALL ME.. AND THEY KNEW THAT I WAS THEIR REAL MOM., WELL ABOUT A YEAR AGO.. THEIR BIRTH FATHER TRIED TO CONTACT THEM AND THRETAND TO DO SOME WEIRD THINGS.. *** EVEN KNOW THAT HE HAD SIGNED OFF ON EVERYTHING*** (S) WAS THERE DURING ALL OF THE PROCEEDINGS TO GIVE (I-O) UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;HE ENEN TOLD EVERY ONE THERE THAT HE WAS SURE HE WAS NOT THE FATHER BUT RELINQUISHED HIS RIGHTS ANY WAY.. SO I NEVER THOUGHT ANY THING OF IT.. SO ABOUT 11 MONTHS AGO I HAD RECIVED A PHONE CALL FROM (K) AND SHE WAS CRYING.. SEE WE ALWAYS TRIED TO TALK TWICE A MONTH AND SEE EACH OTHER EVERY 3 MONTHS.. IT WAS WORKING OUT SO WELL TILL THIS DAY SHE CALLED.. SHE WAS FREAKING OUT.. AND WE TALKED LIKE EVERY DAY FOR A MONTH.. FINALLY EVERY THING CALMED DOWN AND COME TO FIND OUT (S) WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING OUT CAUSE HIS NEW WIFE WAS PREGNANAT AND SHE THOUGHT THAT THEIR NEW BABY NEEDED TO KNOW HIS OTHER KIDS.. WELL TO MAKE A VERY LONG STORY SHORT.. (K) &amp; (J)’S LAWYER.. (WHO I KNOW) TOLD (S) TO TAKE A HIKE CAUSE OF THE PAPAERS HE SIGNED.. HE DID NOT GET TO DO ANY THING WITH THESE KIDS… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT AFTER THAT I FELT LIKE SOMETHING HAD CHANGED BETWEEN ME AND (K) .. AND THURSDAY IT ALL CAME TO LIGHT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAD EMAILED THEM TO TELL THEM HAPPY B-DAY AND TELL HER THAT MY SISTER IS PREGO.. AND I WAS REALLY EXCITED.. I HAD NOT TALKED TO (K) FOR ABOUT 3 MONTHS WHICH IS WEIRD FOR US.. BUT I JUST FIGURED THAT SUMMER WAS JUST ENDING AND THEY TRAVEL A LOT AND I WAS BUSY WITH ONE TEEN AGER I  CANT IMAGINE HOW BUSY THAT WOULD BE WITH TWO 8 YEAR OLDS .. SO THURSDAY WHEN I OPENED MY EMAIL AT WORK.. I SAW ONE FROM (K) AND I WAS REALLY HAPPY.. WELL FOR A SECOND.. CAUSE THE FIRST LINE WAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;{&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;WENDEE I AM SORRY BUT&lt;/span&gt;...} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND THAT IS ALL I COULD READ FOR LIKE AN HOUR.. WHEN I FINALLY DID GO BACK TO IT AND READ IT, IT SAID… &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SORRY BUT (J) HAD DECIDED THAT WE WONT BE ABLE TO BE IN CONTACT ANYMORE.. HE FEELS LIKE THAT THE BOYS ARE IN NEED OF DISTANCE FROM YOU .. AND MAYBE WHEN THEY ARE 18 THEY WILL BE ABLE TO CONTACT YOU.. IF THEY WANT.. AND AS FOR RIGHT NOW ..  (J) DOES NOT WANT YOU TO CALL OR EMAIL ANY MORE.. WE HAVE CHANGED OUR NUMBER AND OUR CELL NUMBERS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;THEN IT WENT ON.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;WENDEE YOU DID NOTHING TO JUSTIFY THIS .. AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.. (J) IS HARD HEADED AND SINCE (S) TRIED TO CONTACT US HE IS NERVOUS.. I KNOW SOME DAY WE WILL BE ABLE TO TALK AGAIN.. AND I ALREADY MISS YOU.. I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART. ~LOVE (K)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;WELL TO SAY THE LEAST I WAS HEART BROKEN.. I MEAN.. WHAT THE F-K.. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS..  (J) AND (K) WERE ALWAYS VERY OPEN TO THE FACT THAT THEY WANTED (I-O) TO KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I KEPT THIS TO MY SELF UNTIL TODAY.. I JUST COULD NOT HOLD IT IN ANY MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I FINALLY TOLD PAUL WHAT HAPPENED AND TOLD HIM THAT I DID NOT THINK I COULD GO ON LIKE THIS.. WELL TO SAY HE UNDERSTOOD IS THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR.. HE TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS ….. BLAH BLAH BLAH .. I JUST COULD NOT HANDLE IT ANY MORE.. I STARTED CRYING AND CRYING AND COULD NOT STOP.. STILL NOW I CAN’T STOP.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;OF COURSE IT DOES NOT HELP THAT PAUL AND I HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FOR ABOUT 3 WEEKS..  I JUST FEEL SOOOOOOO F-KING LOST.. YOU KNOW.. I FEEL LIKE MY WORLD IS FALLING FROM MY FEET AND I HAVE NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM DRAINED MENTALLY PHYSICALLY AND EVERY OTHER WHICH WAY I COULD BE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANT SOOOO BADLY TO JUST  CHANGE BACK TIME AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU KNOW UNTIL THURSDAY I WOULD HAVE DONE IT AGAIN AND AGAIN.. I LOVE THE FACT THAT I GAVE A FAMILY SOMETHING THEY COULD NOT GET ON THERE OWN.. BUT AFTER 8 YEARS TO RIP THEM FROM ME IS JUST WRONG TO ME.. I MEAN.. THEY ARE THE ONE THAT FIRST STATED THAT THEY WANTED AN OPEN ADOPTION.. DURING ALL OF THAT I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE.. SO NOW NOT ONLY DO I GET TO BE SAD THAT I MISS THE BOYS OR THE FACT THAT I WAS UNABLE TO GO THROUGH AND KEEP THEM .. BUT NOW I HAVE TO REALIZE I MAY NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN.. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER IF THEY WOULD HAVE SAID THIS IN THE VERY BEGINNING.. BUT NO!!!!.. JUST ONE MORE F-KING PERSON TO TAKE MY FEELINGS AND STOMP ON THEM AND THEN THROW THEM AWAY.. YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST HATE THIS.. I WANT IT ALL TO END.. I WANT TO NOT HURT ANYMORE.. I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO LIVE WITH NO HURT.. NO DISAPPOINTMENT.. I GUESS WE WILL NEVER KNOW.. AT LEAST I WILL NEVER KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT TO DO NOW.. I HAVE 8 YEARS TO TRY AND FORGET.. AND I HAVE 10 YEARS TO TRY AND WAIT FOR THEM TO CALL ME.. TOO FINALLY FEEL WHOLE AGAIN.. AND NOT FEEL THIS WORTHLESSNESS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOMETIMES I DON’T THINK IT WILL EVER HAPPEN.. THEN I LOOK AT MY SON AND I THINK THAT THERE MY BE A CHANCE.. BUT SOME HOW I JUST DON’T KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE SOOO SAD AND CONTENT AT THE SAME TIME.. WELL I GUESS I WILL FIND OUT SOON.. CAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE TO DO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO I DO.. HOW DO I DO.. WHEN WILL I DO IT.. WHERE WILL I DO IT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I JUST FEEL LIKE NOTHING IS RIGHT.. I FEEL LIKE LIFE IS NOT RIGHT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I REALLY DON’T WANT TO FEEL LIKE THIS ANY MORE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO GO TO BED.. MY BRAIN HURTS.. MY EYES HURT… MAYBE IF I SLEEP AND PRAY ALL NIGHT LONG.. THE SUN WILL COME UP AND MAKE IT ALL BETTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;OF COURSE I HAVE TRIED THAT BEFORE AND IT HAS NEVER WORKED,,. BUT WHAT THE HELL.. I GUESS I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Engravers MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-113003079559873556?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113003079559873556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=113003079559873556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113003079559873556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/113003079559873556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-you-know-november-is-adoption.html' title='DID YOU KNOW NOVEMBER IS ADOPTION MONTH'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112906159149074654</id><published>2005-10-11T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:13:11.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HERE</title><content type='html'>I KNOW I KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT BEEN BLOGGING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY SOMEDAY WHEN I HAVE MORE THAN 3 MINS I WILL BE ABLE TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LEVING THIS MESSAGE SO YOU ALL KNOW I AM ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO YOU ALL LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112906159149074654?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112906159149074654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112906159149074654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112906159149074654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112906159149074654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-here.html' title='I AM HERE'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112819143881182234</id><published>2005-10-01T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:30:39.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JEEPPERRRS</title><content type='html'>WHERE THE HECK DID THE WEEK GO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEALING WITH MY KID AND WISHING THERE WAS A WAY TO MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND THAT LIFE DOES NOT ROTATE AROUND HIM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH.. MAN... WHERE DID THE DAYS OF DIAPERS AND BOTTLES AND CRIBS GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME I CANT SEEM TO GET HIM TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE IS A KID.. WHAT I SAY GOES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN THE KIDS DID NOT CARE WHAT WAS GOING ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOO MAD RIGHT NOW I COULD SCREAM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT EVER GOING TO HAPPEN THAT I CAN BE MY OWN PERSON AND NOT ANSWER TO ANYONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. VENTING OVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO.. NOW CUSTOMERS ARE POURING IN AND NEEDING ME TO ACTUALLY WORK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112819143881182234?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112819143881182234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112819143881182234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112819143881182234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112819143881182234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/10/jeepperrrs.html' title='JEEPPERRRS'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112793958667335474</id><published>2005-09-28T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:33:06.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE BEEN BAD</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN BAD.. I KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT BLOGGING AS I SHOULD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEN BUSY WITH WORK.. AND OTHER THINGS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF YOU NEED TO EMAIL ME AND I WILL TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW NEWS... JUST WANT IT TO BE A LITTLE PRIVATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEN YOU ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112793958667335474?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112793958667335474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112793958667335474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112793958667335474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112793958667335474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-been-bad.html' title='I HAVE BEEN BAD'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112636786097725188</id><published>2005-09-10T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:57:41.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL TODAY IS SATURDAY.. AND I AM IN A GREAT MOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPENT A FEW HOURS WITH SOME FRIENDS THAT I HAVE NOT SEEN IN A WHILE.. IT WAS REALLY COOL~ ALTOUGH I HAD TO LEAVE EARLIE FOR A FEW REASONS.. IT WAS NICE TO GET OUT AND RELAX FOR A FEW HOURS.. I REALLY NEEDED IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAME ACROSS A REALLY COOL EMAIL.. AND I AM PUTTING IT AT THE END OF THIS BLOG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT WORKING OUT MORE..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I HAVE GAINED WEIGHT SINCE I QUIT SMOKING.. WHICH IS A DRAG BECAUSE I DON’T FEEL LIKE I AM EATING ANY MORE THAN I DID WHEN I WAS SMOKING.. BUT I GUESS BEING FAT IS BETTER THAN BEING A FAT SMOKING 30 SOMETHING WOMEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL OFF TO DO PAPER WORK. I REALLY WISH I COULD BE OFF OF WORK ON SATURDAY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TONIGHT SHOULD BE GOOD.. RICKEY &amp;lt;- MY SON AND I ARE GOING OUT FOR A BIT.. WOO HOO.. I AM REALLY NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT.. HIM&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;AND I ARE JUST NOT IN TO THE SAME THING ANY MORE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS IS SO HARD TO FIND THINGS TO DO TOGETHER THAT HE WONT BE TOTALLY BORED WITH OR I WONT BE TOTALLY BORED WITH… YOU KNOW LIKE.. I LOVE TO GO TO THE MOVIES.. AND RIC HE WANTS TO DO SOMETHING PHYSICAL.. LIKE ROLLER BLADE.. OR GO CARTS.. NOT MY CUP OF TEA.. BUT I WILL DO THEM JUST SO HE CAN HAVE FUN.. AND SPEND TIME WITH ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOTTA GO.. BTW READ THE LITTLE THING I HAVE NEXT.. ITS REALLY QUITE CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAS ~~LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Parable Of The Spoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, "You have seen Hell." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Now I will show you Heaven", said the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew, which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;The holy man said, "I don't understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is simple" said the Lord, "it requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other, but the greedy ones (in the other room) think only of themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Algerian;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112636786097725188?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112636786097725188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112636786097725188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112636786097725188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112636786097725188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-saturday.html' title='MY SATURDAY'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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-12579255.post-112611738911201915</id><published>2005-09-07T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:26:09.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/1600/ShowLetterA.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/320/ShowLetterA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;What a day.. Today is Tuesday and I am ready for Sunday or what ever day I don’t need to be here at work.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I do have to say that my mood is a lot better.. I have decided that many things are too trivial for me to get up set about.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I am trying to deal with things the best I know how..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I have been so depressed.. Feeling worthless.. And just plain un happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;~ How do I cope with all of this and the other crap that goes on in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;~ How come it seems that all I do is talk about the bad things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok.. I will change that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;~ I need to remember to thank God for all the good things that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR MY FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR THE SAFE RETURN OF A FRIEND THAT LOST FAMILY IN THE HURRICANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR MY MOTORCYCLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;~~I AM NOT SURE THAT IS SOMETHING TO THANK GOD BUT I DO KNOW THAT IT IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMETHING THAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME AND IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOU LORD FOR GIVING ME ENOUGH COURAGE TO QUIT SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR LETTING ME HAVE ENOUGH MONEY SO THAT WE CAN HAVE FOOD IN OUR STOMACHS AND GAS IN OUR CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;So all of this does not make one bit of sense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;But didn’t you ever just need to vent.. to type nonsense stuff to help clear your head ~~ Well I do.. and I did.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I know confusing as usual.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;WENDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112611738911201915?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112611738911201915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112611738911201915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112611738911201915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112611738911201915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/something.html' title='SOMETHING'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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-12579255.post-112568785598795958</id><published>2005-09-02T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:37:09.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A HI!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;SO.. COULD NOT MAKE THE OTHER TEMPLET WORK THAT GOOD.. SO I SWITCHED AGAIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;REALLY WOUND UP TODAY.. HAD TO GO GET ZAPPED AGAIN FOR THE NO SMOKING THING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;MANY BAD THINGS SEEM TO BE HAPPENING LATLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;A FRIENDS DAD DIED IN THE HURRICANE IN THE SOUTH.. I FEEL SOO HELPLESS THERE SEEMS THAT THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO TO FIX IT FOR HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;MY BIKE IS NOT PERFECT ANY MORE.. PAUL ACCIDENTLY HIT IT WITH A CAR WHILE IT SAT IN THE DRIVE WAY AT MY HOUSE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;I WAS SOOOOO MAD.. COULD NOT BREATH.. HAD TO SPEND ALOT OF MONEY TO BE ABLE TO HAVE IT RUNNING AGAIN.. THAT REALLY SUCKED.. PAUL DID FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT IT.. AND HAS TRIED TO MAKE IT UP TO BE.. HE DID FIX MY MOTO AND I DROVE IT TODAY.. BUT ITS STILL HEART BREAKING.. MY MOTO IS NOT PERFECT ANY MORE..  A SIDE NOTE TO THIS IS THAT WHEN MY BIKE FELL OVER IT LANDED ON HIS MOTO.. AND SCRATCHED HIS PAINT.. WE BOTH ARE SICK ABOUT THIS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;SITTING HERE AT WORK BUMMED.. DEPRESSED.. AND BORED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;~SEEMS LIKE JUST WHEN I START TO FEEL BETTER THINGS TAKE A SHIT ON ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;HAD ONE OF THE WORST ANXIOTY ATTACTS THE OTHER NIGHT.. CALLED A FRIEND.. CAUSE IN THE MATTER OF 20 MINS.. I HAD THOUGHT MANY TIMES THAT PAUL AND RICKEY WOULD BE BETTER WITH OUT ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;WELL I GOT REALLY SCARED AND CALLED A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE.. SHE TALKED TO ME UNTILL I WAS ABLE TO CALM DOWN ENOUGH TO FINALLY BREATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;I WAS REALLY SCARED AND I CANT THANK HER ENOUGH FOR ALL SHE DID FOR ME THAT NIGHT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;TOO LOOK BACK AT THAT MOMENT REALLY SCARES ME.. BUT I THINK I AM STRONGER FOR GOING THROUGH THAT.. SOUNDS STRANGE BUT TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;MAYBE SOME DAY I WILL BE ABLE TO TELL PAUL WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;AS OF RIGHT NOW I CAN.T.. HE WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;IT MAKES ME MAD THAT HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;BUT WHAT TO DO.. ONLY RELY ON MY FRIENDS AND NOW BLOGGING.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;WELL OFF FOR NOW.. TEMPLETS ARE CHANGING I AM TRYING TO LEARN ALL THAT GOES IN TO THIS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;BTW.. YOU WILL NOW HAVE TO WORD VERFY.. CAUSE OF ALL THE SPAM I HAVE GOTTEN.. SORRY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;LOTS OF LOVE LO-LO&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112568785598795958?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112568785598795958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112568785598795958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112568785598795958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112568785598795958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-hi.html' title='JUST A HI!!'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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-12579255.post-112543526508951934</id><published>2005-08-30T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:52:42.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LEARNING.. SLOWLY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/1600/pmc4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/683/1073/320/pmc4269.jpg" width="78" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.. SO I WAS SCREWING AROUND ON LINE AND FOUND A GREAT BLOG TEMPLET FOR ME.. MOTORCYCLES... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT NOW I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO GET MY INFO ON THERE..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND NOW HOW DO I READ COMMENTS..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CONFUSING..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT LEAST ITS CUTE TO LOOK AT... YOU KNOW LIKE ME..LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TALK TO YOU SOON..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUV W&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112543526508951934?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112543526508951934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112543526508951934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112543526508951934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112543526508951934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-learning-slowly.html' title='I AM LEARNING.. SLOWLY...'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112533796796133207</id><published>2005-08-29T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:52:59.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WEEKEND.. BAH HUMBUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY WEEKEND SUCKED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE DID NOT GET TO RIDE MOTOS.. CAUSE IT WAS RAINING BAD WHEN WE WERE TRYING TO LEAVE. SO THAT SUCKED..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN WHEN WE GOT TO THE HOUSE.. I FOUND THAT THE HOUSE HAD BEEN BROKEN IN TOO.. STUPID SHIT WAS MISSING.. THE DVD PLAYER.. A PHONE CHARGER.. SOAP.. SOME VHS MOVIES.. MY MOMS ANGELS THAT WERE IN THE BED ROOM.. OH AND THE BOAT KEYS.. UGH.. WHAT A BLOW..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CALLED THE POLICE AND FOUND OUT THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH SOME GUYS THAT WERE LIVING IN THE WOODS.. AND HAD DONE THIS MANY TIMES BEFORE RIGHT AROUND THE SUBDIVISION.. SO GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! THEN IT WAS OFF TO DINNER.. MY STEP DADS BIRTHDAY.. FUN FUN... DINNER WAS GOOD..THE BEER EVEN BETTER.. AND I GOT WASTED.. HEE HEE.. I KNOW NOT ME..LOL.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WENT HOME.. RIGHT TO SLEEP AND UP AT 7 AM TO GO AND GET A NEW KEY SET FOR THE BOAT.. AND REPLACE IT.. OK.. 1ST MISTAKE.. TOOK MY STEP DAD WITH ME TO BUY THE PART.. HE THINKS HE KNOWS EVERY THING ABOUT EVERY THING.. AND HE REALLY KNOWS NOTHING.. JUST CANT SEEM TO EXCEPT THE FACT THAT I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING MECHANICALLY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;INSTEAD OF ME JUST DOING IT AND NOT WAITING FOR THEM.. I WAITED FOR THEM TO DECIDE WHAT WAS THE BEST WAY TO DO THIS.. THEM BEING MY BROTHER AND MY STEP DAD.. IT GOT ALL SCREWED UP.. I ENDED UP HAVING PAUL HOT WIRE THE STUPID BOAT SO WE COULD ALL GET ON THE LAKE BEFORE IT GOT TOO BUSY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK SO WE ALL GET GOING.. RICKEY.. MY SON.. WANTS TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.. HE HAS BOUGHT SOMETHNG LIKE A SKATE BOARD.. BUT FOR THE WATER.. ITS CALLED A WAKE SKATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HE HOPPES IN THE WATER.. ADN ON THE VERY FIRST TRY POPPS UP AND DOES SOME TRICKES .. VERY COOL.. THEN FALLS AND ATTEMPTS TO DO THIS AGAIN.. WELL HE FAILS AND FAILS AGAIN.. HE ENDED UP GETTING SO TIRED I WAS AFRAID THAT HE WAS GOING TO WEAR HIMSELF OUT SO BAD THAT HE MAY NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET BACK IN THE BOAT.. I TOLD HIM THAT HE NEEDED TO QUIT AND TAKE A BREAK AND HE SCREAMED AT ME AND TOLD ME THAT I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT... AND THEM MOM AND S-DAD.. SAID HE COULD TRY SOME MORE.. WELL HE FELL AGAIN AND COULD NOT GET UP.. SO KNOWING THAT HE WAS REALLY TIRED BY THIS POING TOLD HIM AGAIN THAT IT WAS TIME TO GET IN THE BOAT..THEN DECIDES THAT HE IS GOING TO THROUGH A TEMPER TAMTRUM RIGHT THERE IN THE LAKE... STARTS OUT BY SAYING THAT HE IS NO GOOD AT ANY THING AND THAT HE JUST WANTS TO GO HOME.. SO I SAY.. OK.. IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE LIKE THAT ,THEN GET IN THE BOAT AND WE ARE GOING HOME.. WELL.. MY MOTHER AND S-DAD AND BROTHER.. TOLD ME TO SHUT UP AND NOT TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT .. HE IS THEIR BABY.. AND I WAS TO BE QUIET.. WELL THAT PISSED ME OFF.. I TOLD THEM ALL TO LEAVE HIM ALONE.. IF HE WANTED TO BE LIKE A BABY THEN LET HIM ACT LIKE A BABY.. HE IS ALMOST 13 YEARS OLD.. AND DOES NOT NEED TO ACT LIKE A FREAKING 2 YEAR OLD.. WELL.. THAT PISSED THEM ALL OFF AGAIN.. AND THEY ALL HAD TO BABY HIM.. {OH RICKEY ITS OK.. YOULL DO FINE NEXT TIME..} AND MY POINT WAS IF HE WAS TIRED HE NEEDED TO REST AND THEN DO IT AGAIN.. BUT I HAD NO SAY SO IN THE MATTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THEN PAUL TOLD HIM AFTER HE WAS FINALLY IN THE BOAT.. IF YOU ARE GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS THEN THERE IS NO WAY THAT WE WERE EVER GOING TO THE LAKE AGAIN TO SEE HIM WAKE BOARD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THEN RICKEY DECIDED TO APOLIGIZE TO ME AN PAUL.. CAUSE HE THEN KNEW HE WAS WRONG.. WELL THEN I HAD TO HEAR ABOUT HOW MY HUSBAND NEEDS TO BACK OFF RICKEY AND NOT MAKE HIM FEEL SO BAD.. WELL THAT WAS ALL I COULD TAKE.. WE GOT BACK TO THE DOCK AND PAUL AND I WENT FOR A RIDE IN THE CAR BY OUR SELVES.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PAUL AND I ENDED UP DRIVING AND EXPLORING A NEW PART OF THE AREA.. AND REALLY HAD A GOOD TIME.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO MANY OTHER THINGS HAD HAPPENED BETWEEN WHEN WE GOT THERE TO THIS POINT THAT I ALMOST CAME HOME SAT. NIGHT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT DECIDED AGAINST IT AND THOUGHT THAT THE EVENING AND NEXT DAY WOULD BE BETTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WRONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOT UP SUNDAY MORNING.. AND I HAD A BACK ACH FROM HELL.. I THINK ITS FROM THE BED I WAS ON.. SO SO SO VERY UNCOMFORTABLE.. I COULD HARDLY WALK.. I KNEW THERE WAS NO WAY THAT I COULD GET IN THAT BOAT AND BE BOUNCED AROUND FOR 2 OR MORE HOURS.. SO I TOLD RICKEY THAT DADDY AND I WERE GOING TO JUST STAY AT THE HOUSE FOR THE MORNING AND PACK SO THAT WHEN HE WAS DONE ON THE LAKE WE COULD JUST HEAD HOME.. AND HE WAS OK WITH THAT.. BUT MY FREAKING... MOTHER WAS NOT.. I WAS TOLD THAT I WAS NOT A GOOD MOTHER AND I WAS DISAPOINTING RICKEY.. AND I OR PAUL NEEDED TO GO DOWN WITH HIM..AND SHE WAS A REAL BITCH ABOUT IT..!! I AM GETTING PISSED ALL OVER AGAIN JUST TYPING IT ALL OUT... SAYING THINGS ABOUT PAUL.. WELL HE GOT MAD AND TOLD ME TO STAY HOME.. AND GET READY TO LEAVE AND HE WOULD GO AND WHEN HE CAME BACK WE WOULD LEAVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WELL MY MOM DID NOT SAY BUT TWO WORDS TO ME ABOUT THE WHOLE THING WHILE THEY WERE GONE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK.. SO YOU SEE ... NEXT TIME I WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE AND SOMETHING IN THE BEGGING DOES NOT WORK OUT ... TELL ME NOT TO GO.!!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE SHITTY WHEN I DID NOT GET TO RIDE ON THE MOTORCYCLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SORRY THIS WAS A LONG ONE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~WENDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112533796796133207?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112533796796133207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112533796796133207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112533796796133207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112533796796133207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weekend-bah-humbug.html' title='MY WEEKEND.. BAH HUMBUG'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112492020100584428</id><published>2005-08-24T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:50:01.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YO WHATS UP</title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYONE.. JUST SITTING HERE BORED OFF MY BUTTOCKS..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY I FEEL LIKE THIS WEEK IS GONE.. SO MUCH TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME&lt;br /&gt;I WAS UP AT 6 AM THIS MORNING AND RUNNING OUT THE DOOR AT 6:15.. DROVE ABOUT 200 MILES TODAY.. JUST RUNNIG CARS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN FINALLY GETTING TO WORK TO FIND OUT THAT A SALES CONTRACT I CREATED NEEDED TO BE REWORKED.. SO FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS I HAVE ONLY BEEN DOING THAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO THE LAKE THIS WEEKEND.. I CANT WAIT&lt;br /&gt; 3 HOURS ON MY BIKE.. NO PHONE.. KIDS.. HUSBANDS.. OR CUSTOMERS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE 2 THINGS I AM GOING TO MISS THO..&lt;br /&gt;GOING OUT TO SEE MY FAV. BAND IN ST.L.&lt;br /&gt;AND SEEING MY NEW "FRIEND".. SHE IS IN TOWN THIS WEEKEND AND I AM GOING TO MISS HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER NAME IS MICHELLE.. I MEET HER ALONG TIME AGO THROUGH ANOTHER FRIEND.. AND HAPPEND TO RUN IN TO HER WHERE I GET MY MASSAGES DONE WEEKLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE REALLY GROWN TO BE GREAT FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE.. MORE THAN FRIENDS.. HEE HEE HEE... {BLUSH}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EVEN THO I AM GOING TO HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND.. IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF MICHELLE WAS WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TOOTTLES FOR NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDEE OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112492020100584428?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112492020100584428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112492020100584428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112492020100584428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112492020100584428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/08/yo-whats-up.html' title='YO WHATS UP'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112472748011579801</id><published>2005-08-22T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:18:00.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD A BLOG.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A REAL DORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY NEW TOY.. MY HARLEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HARLEY IS THE ONE THING I OWN THAT DOES NOT TALK BACK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT DOES NOT MAKE A MESS THAT ONLY DOES WHAT IS ASKED OF HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE IS RED WITH LOTS OF CHROME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKES LOTS OF NOISE WHEN I TELL HER TOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKES ME FEEL FREE LIKE A BIRD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELPS ME THROUGH THE ROUGH DAYS OF OWNING MY OWN BUSINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELPS ME REALIZE WHAT IS GOOD IN MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVES ME THE FREEDOM THAT I NEVER NEW BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT IS MY HARLEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER THOUGHT THAT I COULD LIKE AN OBJECT LIKE THAT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN THO ITS NOT PURPLE SHE IS PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~LOLO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112472748011579801?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112472748011579801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112472748011579801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112472748011579801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112472748011579801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-toy.html' title='MY NEW TOY'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12579255.post-112060077545178880</id><published>2005-07-05T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:01:17.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE..  WHATS IT MEAN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DOES LIFE MEAN..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME MAY THINK THAT ITS THE BIRTH OF A NEW BABY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME MAY THINK ITS THE FIRST DAY YOU SEND YOUR LAST CHILD OFF TO KINDERGARTEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE EVEN WHEN THAT SAME CHILD GRADUATES FROM COLLEGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN.. LIFE CAN BE DIFFERENT TO MANY PEOPLE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE MEANS TO ME.. WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE THERE LAST BREATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS AN AWSOME OVERPOWERING THING.. YOU FEEL HELPLESS WORTHLESS CAUSE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE TAKING THEIR LAST BREATH.. WILL IT BE TODAY.. TOMORROW.. OR NEXT WEEK.. FOR SOME , THERE IS NOT RYME OR REASON WHY THEY LAY THERE STILL FIGHTING.. COULD SHE BE WAITING FOR SOMETHING OR SOMEONE?? CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD.. WHY AM I SO DAMNED SAD.. WHY AM I SO SELFISH.. ANYONE.. ANYONE TELL ME ANYTHING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU DID NOT GUESS.. I AM LOSING MY GRANDMOTHER.. "SHORTY" ALTHO SHE HAS BEEN SICK FOR A VERY LONG TIME.. HER BODY.. JUST IN THE PAST FEW DAYS IS .. IS GETTING WEAKER.. SHE IS IN A STATE ON LIMBO.. NO ONE WILL GIVE HER ANY THING TO HELP WITH THE PAIN.. NOONE WILL HELP HER TO GET BETTER.. CAUSE SOME WHERE SOME TIME AGO.. MY UNCLES SAID THAT IT WAS BEST IF WE JUST LET HER BODY GO.. WHY DO THEY GET TO MAKE THAT DESSISSION.. WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT.. HUH.. WHO.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES ALL I THINK IS THAT THEY ARE WAITING FOR HER TO DIE.. WANTING HER TO DIE.. SO THAT THEY CAN CALL IT QUITS ON THE REST OF THE FAMILY.. GRANDMA IS THE ONLY REASON PEOPLE TALK IN THE CRAPPY FAMILY.. THEY ALL HAVE MONEY AND THEY ALL JUST WANT MORE.. MEANWHILE .. THE ONES THAT HAVE TAKEN CARE OF HER FOR THE PAST 16 YEARS.. GET NO SAY SO IN THE MATTER.. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO SAYANY THINK.. CAUSE I AM NOT HER DAUGHTER.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL SCREW THEM.. SHE RAISED ME.. SHE WAS MORE OF A MOTHER THAN MY OWN MOTHER... AND I GET TO SIT ON THE SIDE LINES JUST WATCHING .. WITH MY BIG MOUTH SHUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;OK.. JUST REREAD MY FIRST BLOG... WOW THAT FELT GOOD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;SO I GUESS WHEN I THINK OF LIFE.. I THINK OF MY GRANDMA.. SHE IS MY LIFE.. AND ALWAYS WILL BE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;CAN THIS REALLY BE HAPPENING.. COULD I BE LOSING HER.. WHY WONT MY BRAIN EXCEPT IT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;THANKS FOR READING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;LOVE WENDEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-112060077545178880?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112060077545178880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=112060077545178880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112060077545178880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/112060077545178880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-whats-it-mean.html' title='LIFE..  WHATS IT MEAN???'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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-12579255.post-111498339055602598</id><published>2005-05-01T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:02:02.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY DAY</title><content type='html'>DO YOU EVER GET THAT FEELING THAT SOMEDAYS ARE NEVER GOING TO END AND THAT OTHER DAYS END TOO QUICK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I HAVE HAD BOTH OF THOSE DAYS IN YESTERDAY.. HOW YOU SAY.. WELL LET ME TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY STARTED OUT LIKE ANY OTHER DAY.. I DID NOT WANT TO GET UP OUT OF BED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO WORK AND OFF TO A BUSY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUND RAISING - WORK - SHOPPING - AND THEN OFF TO A PARTY IN THE EVENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP AND OUT OF THE HOUSE BY 7:30 AM TO WORK I GO&lt;br /&gt;8:30 AM ON MY WAY TO A FUND RAISING MEETING..&lt;br /&gt;10 AM IN BAD NEED OF EATING... FOOD FOOOD FOOOOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;BY NOON I AM READY FOR A NAP.. RUNNING RUNNING...&lt;br /&gt;I LEFT WORK AT 1 PM AND WENT HOME TO CUT THE GRASS&lt;br /&gt;AT 2 MY CUSTOMER CALLES TO TELL ME THAT THERE IS NO ONE AT THE SHOP A&lt;br /&gt;AND HE WANTS TO PICK UP THE CAR HE WAS LOOKING AT..&lt;br /&gt;SO BY 3 I AM BACK AT THE CAR LOT... FILL OUT PAPPER WORK AND NOW OFF TO TO LAST MIN SHOPPIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW MY DAY IS NEVER GOING TO END..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GRAB A FRIEND AND WE HAVE MONEY IN HAND TO DO SOME SERIOUS SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD IS GRABED UP.. AND LAST MIN TRIPS HERE AND THERE AND THEN OFF TO BUY CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING LOOKING LOOKING .. I HAVE A HUGE AMOUNT OF CLOTHES I WANT TO BUY.. TRY SOME ON AND THEN GET A PHONE CALL... THATS WHEN I LOOK AT THE PHONE AND REALIZE WE HAVE BEEN IN THE STORE FOR 2+ HOURS.. HOLY CRAP.. I AM NOW LATE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12579255-111498339055602598?l=wendeelolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111498339055602598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12579255&amp;postID=111498339055602598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/111498339055602598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12579255/posts/default/111498339055602598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendeelolo.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-day.html' title='MAY DAY'/><author><name>WendeeLoLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10134184126326704179</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
