<?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-6371878388155182463</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:22:11.223-08:00</updated><category term='Thursday 13'/><category term='me'/><category term='marriage'/><title type='text'>West of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions from a cluttered, confused, sometimes real alter ego.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-135068454832913130</id><published>2008-01-30T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:57:25.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FAC6E7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #FAC6E7;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen &lt;strong&gt;songs on my ipod &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got over 250 songs on my ipod but thought i'd share 13 of them with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... I've been loving you by otis redding.. Its an old favorite.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.... Unwell by Matchbox twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.... Wake up Call by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....  Come away with me by norah jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.... fell in love with a boy by joss stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.... Slow dance by john legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.... Just like you by three days grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8....  Its good to be king by tom petty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.... Meet Virginia by Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10... Headstrong by Trapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11... Be somebody by 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12... Figured you out by nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13... Shoulda by Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=" http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+13" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;vertical-align:middle;margin-left:.4em" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=thursday+13" alt=" " /&gt;thursday 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-135068454832913130?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/135068454832913130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=135068454832913130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/135068454832913130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/135068454832913130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-13-3.html' title='Thursday 13 #3'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-4025516606934263033</id><published>2008-01-23T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:23:36.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Weather</title><content type='html'>This Texas weather is crazy. We have a high of 48 today we are at 49 right now. I'm freezing. I know its no where near as cold as my friends in Wisconsin are feeling but i'm not used to this weather. In a day or two we'll be back at 70. It kills my arthritis but so far my bones are handling it well. The girls are complaining because they are stuck wearing jeans to school. I've got such girlie girls. They actually like dresses and bows. Stuff i'd never be caught dead in as a kid. They are both so different from myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-4025516606934263033?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4025516606934263033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=4025516606934263033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/4025516606934263033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/4025516606934263033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/texas-weather.html' title='Texas Weather'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-9003064874498667851</id><published>2008-01-22T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:43:25.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been sick</title><content type='html'>I've been sick. Really sick. I don't know what I had. A cold, the flu, I don't know. I just know i've been run down and feeling like complete crap. What happened in my house the week I was sick was appauling. The girls destroyed the house. The husband did nothing to help out because he isnt able and generally my house became a chaotic mess. Now that i'm feeling better I get to clean up or rather stay on top of the girls to get their messes cleaned up. MOM Is NOT cleaning it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-9003064874498667851?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9003064874498667851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=9003064874498667851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/9003064874498667851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/9003064874498667851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-sick.html' title='I&apos;ve been sick'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-534902731022796137</id><published>2008-01-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:11:40.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4ttlT3N3yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ibzl-MnOgLY/s1600-h/low-carb-diet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4ttlT3N3yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ibzl-MnOgLY/s320/low-carb-diet.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155334686210121506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go on a diet with my friend. She doesnt call hers a diet as she says diets fail. She calls hers a life style change. I know her life style change will work for her because she has already lost 20 lbs. I dont know if this "life style" DIET is going to work for me. I'll try though. Problem is that I can visualize everything I eat breaking down into calories and going into my body and it makes me want to throw up. I could live with out that image. The image of bad calories going into my body and making me fatter.. BLECH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-534902731022796137?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/534902731022796137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=534902731022796137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/534902731022796137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/534902731022796137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/calories.html' title='Calories'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4ttlT3N3yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ibzl-MnOgLY/s72-c/low-carb-diet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-8471030608608464639</id><published>2008-01-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:36:46.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New to this blogging thing</title><content type='html'>I'm still new to this blogging thing but find it a great outlet so far. Hell I dont even have a myspace page and my 10 year old knows what myspace is. I've never been on the site. A friend of mine got me set up here on blogger and so far its pretty easy to handle. If only I can think of things to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-8471030608608464639?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8471030608608464639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=8471030608608464639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8471030608608464639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8471030608608464639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-to-this-blogging-thing.html' title='New to this blogging thing'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-8445810884404880869</id><published>2008-01-11T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:11:32.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"just call me britney"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4exLj3N3xI/AAAAAAAAABI/q31N6xikbzc/s1600-h/014299_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4exLj3N3xI/AAAAAAAAABI/q31N6xikbzc/s200/014299_15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154283110712336146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the words uttered by my 5 year old daughter this morning as we were getting dressed to take them to school. Then she threw her hands up in the air and twirled around and sang "Oops I did it again". She was smiling ear to ear when I told her I refused to call her Britney. She said, "but mom i'm cool like dat" What on earth are they teaching her in kindergarten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-8445810884404880869?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8445810884404880869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=8445810884404880869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8445810884404880869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8445810884404880869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-call-me-britney.html' title='&quot;just call me britney&quot;'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4exLj3N3xI/AAAAAAAAABI/q31N6xikbzc/s72-c/014299_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-977737344269033970</id><published>2008-01-10T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:36:20.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FAC6E7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #FAC6E7;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about&lt;strong&gt; this past week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... I had 2 meetings in 2 different locations at the same exact time. I managed to make it to both. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.... I dyed my hair. My kids noticed immediately. My husband never noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.... My youngest daughter told me she didnt need a mother like me and wanted to run away. I offered to walk her to the door. She changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.... My oldest daughter showed her butt at one of my meetings and totally 100% embarrassed me. I wanted to crawl under my chair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.... My husband is sick and cant work right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.... I had to figure out how to pay 3 bills with only 300$ the bills total 485$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.... I almost ran my car out of gas. I just forgot to stop and get gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.... My bipolar meds came into my drs office so I was relieved I can stop taking my meds every other day and take it every day again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.... I realized my life could be much worse. One of my closest friends is going through a hard time right now. Her husband was diagnosed with having seizures and might lose his job and his drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10... I painted my finger nails black. My daughter said it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11... I cooked only 2 days this past week. I just didnt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12... We sold 2 of the broken down cars my husband had been storing. That brought in a little money and cleaned my yard up. I'm thrilled to have the junkers out of my yard.. Now my yard is a little less redneck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13... Once again I can't think of a number 13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=" http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+13" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;vertical-align:middle;margin-left:.4em" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=thursday+13" alt=" " /&gt;thursday 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-977737344269033970?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/977737344269033970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=977737344269033970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/977737344269033970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/977737344269033970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-13-2.html' title='Thursday 13 # 2'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-2657542385757981531</id><published>2008-01-08T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:53:43.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep auburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Pizj3N3wI/AAAAAAAAABA/XbdhuWwwzNE/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Pizj3N3wI/AAAAAAAAABA/XbdhuWwwzNE/s200/10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153211774070021890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair the other day. Its a deep auburn color now. Its very pretty. My husband didnt even notice. Thanks honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-2657542385757981531?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2657542385757981531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=2657542385757981531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/2657542385757981531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/2657542385757981531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/deep-auburn.html' title='Deep auburn'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Pizj3N3wI/AAAAAAAAABA/XbdhuWwwzNE/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-8863472603319119654</id><published>2008-01-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:44:24.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I get sick when i'm stressed out. When things are just at that breaking point I get physically sick. Thats where i'm at now. SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-8863472603319119654?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8863472603319119654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=8863472603319119654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8863472603319119654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/8863472603319119654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-1404028424643490826</id><published>2008-01-06T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:13:07.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Fgfj3N3vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CWKBjBmmhUI/s1600-h/ronmcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Fgfj3N3vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CWKBjBmmhUI/s200/ronmcd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152505544007606002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people give fake smiles. Or a pity smile. If you are going to waste your time smiling atleast mean it. And as for pity smiles. Don't pity me. I don't require or need pity. If i'm having a bad day fake smiles make it worse. Smile laugh I dont mind.. But mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-1404028424643490826?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1404028424643490826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=1404028424643490826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/1404028424643490826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/1404028424643490826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/fake-smiles.html' title='Fake smiles'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R4Fgfj3N3vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CWKBjBmmhUI/s72-c/ronmcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-7365814015316811004</id><published>2008-01-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:07:32.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FAC6E7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: #FAC6E7;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about&lt;strong&gt; Risky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... I rarely share my feelings but thats what this blog is for. I dont trust many people. So I tend to keep bottled up whats going on inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.... I dislike the color pink (seriously). I know my template is pink it works for me here. But in general I dislike the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.... I'm almost 28 years old. I have a birthday coming up this month that I refuse to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.... I like to dye my hair alot. I change it frequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.... I'm married...Its confusing and complicated. We rarely get along and have nothing in common. But divorce doesnt work for us either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.... I smoke and hide it from everyone I know. Its like my outlet. Its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.... I let very few people into my world. I fear what they might think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.... I'm bipolar. Still very few people know this. I'm sure they've wondered but I let very few people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.... I like to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10... Can only write when manic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11... I'm a pretty good cook. Its the clean up I do not like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12... I have 2 very close friends. Even them I keep at a distance and only tell them what I want them to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13... I guess i'm a pretty boring person. I can't think of a 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=" http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+13" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;vertical-align:middle;margin-left:.4em" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=thursday+13" alt=" " /&gt;thursday 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-7365814015316811004?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7365814015316811004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=7365814015316811004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/7365814015316811004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/7365814015316811004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-1.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #1'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-2234202725355937260</id><published>2008-01-03T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:48:50.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erotic Lit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R30pVz3N3tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryzdiwmYzQg/s1600-h/iStock_000002287041Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R30pVz3N3tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryzdiwmYzQg/s200/iStock_000002287041Small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151319003457511122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to read erotic literature. My husband calls it women's porn. I think if he'd give it a chance he'd see the appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-2234202725355937260?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2234202725355937260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=2234202725355937260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/2234202725355937260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/2234202725355937260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/erotic-lit.html' title='Erotic Lit'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R30pVz3N3tI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryzdiwmYzQg/s72-c/iStock_000002287041Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-6888167055619020680</id><published>2008-01-02T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:36:38.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3xz0T3N3sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5O8uS_PHtxg/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151119416327265986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3xz0T3N3sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5O8uS_PHtxg/s200/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretend i'm fine. When i'm not fine. Everything is all messed up inside. I feel all alone. No one knows who I am. I'm not sure I even know who I am. Really i'm fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-6888167055619020680?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6888167055619020680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=6888167055619020680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/6888167055619020680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/6888167055619020680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3xz0T3N3sI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5O8uS_PHtxg/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371878388155182463.post-4758969991519695846</id><published>2008-01-01T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:49:01.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m295/room4four/blog%20images/letmeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m295/room4four/blog%20images/letmeout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dislike my marriage. Its a dead end waiting to happen. Headed no where. It wont get better. I want no part of it. I simply want out yet can't get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371878388155182463-4758969991519695846?l=westofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4758969991519695846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371878388155182463&amp;postID=4758969991519695846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/4758969991519695846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371878388155182463/posts/default/4758969991519695846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Risky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612840739717281933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WkhK3zeZU74/R3rS7T3N3rI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yB5UIwgh7q4/S220/hotundies.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m295/room4four/blog%20images/th_letmeout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
