<?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-10613223</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:24.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, drama, DRAMA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114866788495418178</id><published>2006-05-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:24:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move time!</title><content type='html'>Last blog before move time. I am going to have everything in storage for awhile. So  I will be staying at dads. This should be fun! I will have cable! =) Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114866788495418178?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114866788495418178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114866788495418178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/move-time.html' title='Move time!'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800868498036065</id><published>2006-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:18:04.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/IGNITE-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/FERRIS-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800860066368294?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800860066368294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800860066368294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114800860066368294.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800858279558868</id><published>2006-05-18T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:16:22.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/HAPPY-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/HAPPY-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800858279558868?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800858279558868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800858279558868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114800858279558868.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800854568925667</id><published>2006-05-18T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:15:45.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/FATTIES_REV1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/FATTIES_REV1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800854568925667?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800854568925667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800854568925667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114800854568925667.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800850389939954</id><published>2006-05-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:15:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/DO-ME-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/DEM_RIDE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800846290853689?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800846290853689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800846290853689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800844008388832</id><published>2006-05-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:14:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/CONDIMENT.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/CONDIMENT.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said condiments! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800844008388832?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800844008388832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800844008388832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-said-condiments.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800839215189639</id><published>2006-05-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:13:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/Camel-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/Camel-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800839215189639?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800839215189639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800839215189639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800835901105544</id><published>2006-05-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:12:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/BREEDING-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/BREEDING-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for not breeding"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800835901105544?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800835901105544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800835901105544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-for-not-breeding.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800831644019030</id><published>2006-05-18T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:11:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/BRAIN-DAMAGE-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/BRAIN-DAMAGE-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes a little brain damage can help"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800831644019030?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800831644019030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800831644019030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-little-brain-damage-can-help.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800828383653693</id><published>2006-05-18T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:11:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/BOYS-LIKE-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/BOYS-LIKE-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800828383653693?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800828383653693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800828383653693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800823006294966</id><published>2006-05-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:10:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/BETTY-FORD-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/BETTY-FORD-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What clinic did Betty Ford go to?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800823006294966?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800823006294966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800823006294966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-clinic-did-betty-ford-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800819397779486</id><published>2006-05-18T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:09:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/45-MILLION-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/45-MILLION-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800819397779486?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800819397779486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800819397779486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800816410149727</id><published>2006-05-18T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:09:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/BEAT-THEM-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/BEAT-THEM-SMALL_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800816410149727?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800816410149727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800816410149727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114800792883925719</id><published>2006-05-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:05:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace</title><content type='html'>Yes, I deleted my myspace account. I will be losing my internet connection in about two weeks and it would be to hard to maintain myspace just by checking it once a week. I will be updating my blogger still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114800792883925719?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800792883925719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114800792883925719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/myspace.html' title='Myspace'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114793190021629638</id><published>2006-05-17T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:58:20.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey dad, this links for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="url" onmouseover="changeStatus('Offensive T-Shirts');return true;" onclick="return sendRequest('frmSposAds','action####http://search.in/srch?c=1&amp;q=rude+t+shirts@@@@data####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@@@@domain####ejokes.com@@@@tr####http://tmsyn.wc.ask.com/r?t=an&amp;amp;s=lg&amp;uid=244619d1844619d18&amp;amp;sid=344619d1844619d18&amp;o=10314&amp;amp;qid=5037C2AB3F657AA189CAA53EE13FFE70&amp;io=0&amp;amp;sv=0a300576&amp;ask=rude+t+shirts&amp;amp;uip=44619d18&amp;en=gg&amp;amp;eo=1&amp;pt=Offensive+T-Shirts&amp;amp;ac=1&amp;qs=121&amp;amp;pg=1&amp;sgcl=&amp;amp;sgch=&amp;u=http://www.google.com/pagead/iclk?sa=l&amp;amp;ai=BeCvlVvZrRKTmIaCaoAKuguGVDfOH1xS1t_mAAuGsrc0B0PcHEAEYASDpk6ADKAowAEijOVDagNig______8BmAHKjwagAe_gv_4DqgEFZGlfMTHIAQGVAhfQSAo&amp;num=1&amp;amp;adurl=http://www.threadpit.com/store/home.php%3Fgoog%3Doff@@@@vurl####www.threadpit.com@@@@l1####Offensive T-Shirts@@@@q####rude+t+shirts');" onmouseout="changeStatus('');return true;" href="http://www.threadpit.com"&gt;http://www.roadkilltshirts.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114793190021629638?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114793190021629638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114793190021629638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-dad-this-links-for-you-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114680080619773658</id><published>2006-05-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:46:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog.</title><content type='html'>My "target audience" are my friends and family that I have given the blog address to in attempts to keep up with what is going on in the world of Mary. However, some random bible thumper has found my blog interesting and feels it is necessary to leave me stupid comments on my page. So in an effort to get rid of this jack, I have disabled the ability to leave comments. So, I am sorry, but one guy ruined it for everyone else. Those of you that know me, have my email address and can send any comments directly to me. To JRH, Please go away. I have no desire in reading your page and I have no desire in you reading my page. Again, my blog was intended for my mainly family and friends, any random person is welcome to read it as long as they do not judge me or my writings. If I wanted to be criticized, I would have written for a damn newpaper or some other publishing. but I didn't I conjured a blog and I am writing &lt;strong&gt;for me&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks for playin. Have a Lovely Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114680080619773658?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114680080619773658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114680080619773658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-blog.html' title='My blog.'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114624816269709840</id><published>2006-04-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:16:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving time</title><content type='html'>Well, Gregory Dean found out that his company is going to be closing the plant the end of this summer so he is going to put his house on the market. Meaning that I have to move again. I hate this process! The searching for a place to live, the moving of furniture, the unpacking, hell just the packing. This sucks! I knew that I would have to do it sometime soon, I was just hoping for a littile longer. Looks like he is thinking he will put it up the end of next month. Giving me about a month to find something. Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114624816269709840?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114624816269709840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114624816269709840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-time.html' title='Moving time'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114549967648692627</id><published>2006-04-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:21:40.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week.</title><content type='html'>Well, Monday seemed to go a okay. Nothing exciting happened. Tuesday though, was the start of all the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning on our way to work Donna and I witnessed a wreck. A sand truck moved over into a camry turning her sideways infront of him and then pushing her about 200 feet over the I-44 northbound bridge that crosses I-40 until he could get stopped. It was scary. Donna had to slam on her brakes so the truck wouldn 't hit her. We pulled over into the shoulder and then ran to see that the driver of the camry was okay. She was fine, just shook up and a headache. We stayed with her till the cops got there to and gave a statement and then went on to work. We were about 20 minutes late for work that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we got called into our stuporvisors office and told that we did not meet the dress code. He "was told to send us home" but he didn't because he thought that was excessive. Donna was pissed and I was a little upset myself. I am of the firm belief that if you are going to come down on one person or even two people that you need to come down on all of those that are "breaking the rule".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I got to leave early for the doctor. I had dad and Murphy come and get me because I rode in with Donna. It totally felt like those time when they used to come and "break me out" of high school. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our air conditioner tried to catch on fire in our department. It smoked up the whole department and smelled wonderfully of burning rubber. Luckily, I have horrible lungs, they got pissed off and started hurting. I wasn't coughing, it was just an aching. So, I ventured outside for about 15 minutes to clean the ol' lungs out. Took the puffer and I was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from work today, I got a call that my great grandmother had passed away this afternoon. I will say that I am sad. She was such a funny woman. I loved her, but I understand her being ready to go. She was 94 years old and had been in a nursing home for a while now. She lived in Antlers Oklahoma so now I will have to travel 3 hours southeast of here for the funeral. Randy is suppose to come back from Stillwater on Friday and spend the rest of the weekend with me, but if the funeral is on Saturday I am not sure how that will work. Maybe he will just have to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just been a barrell of fun. What's next? Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114549967648692627?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114549967648692627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114549967648692627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week.html' title='This week.'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114507975224993675</id><published>2006-04-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:42:32.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years old!</title><content type='html'>She was only 10 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me so sick. To think that this 26 year old man can take the life of a 10 year old girl because he is "depressed". Bull SHIT! Get help! You have more serious problems that "depression". This man was on myspace too. My only thoughts on him are gods help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl lived so close to him. It makes you wonder who your own neighbors are. They didn't issue the amber alert early because they had no reason at that time to suspect that she was abducted. They assumed that she was a runaway. So they issued the amber alert 28 hours after she went missing. Though honestly, if this man was so close to her home, it makes you wonder if they would have found her in time if they had issued it. It also makes you wonder how they found her to begin with. Neighbors have eyes! I think they should have issued the damn amber alert! They should have got the news out much sooner than they did. I learned about it at 11:00am on Thursday just by reading newsok.com. Before the alert was issued. At least the news were trying to get the info out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the sicko's myspace.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/subspecies23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114507975224993675?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114507975224993675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114507975224993675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-years-old.html' title='10 years old!'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114481038965361882</id><published>2006-04-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:04:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>So when I gave Greg my rent check for this month I wrote "last night" on the memo line. So today Donna knocks on my door and says "for last night huh". LOL All I could do was laugh. Turns out Greg's friends and co-workers think he is dating both me and Donna. Seriously! First of all, it is nobodies business that I rent a room from him. Second, do these people have nothing better to do with their lives than sit around and gossip about who's doin who. So yeah, I was payin pimp daddy Greg for last nights work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's kitty passed away last night. I knew that she was sick and getting old, but I was hoping that she would pull out of this and get better. When momma passed she lost all of her fur and wouldn't eat for a few months, but she got better. I guess I was just hoping that this was sorta like that and it would work out better. It didn't though and I am sad about it. I miss momma. Sometimes I reach for the phone to call her and remember that my life is completely different. I never imagined things would be the way they are today. I am not saying that it is all bad. It just seems like everyone in my family has changed as a result. Billy had a baby and finally got married and the picket. Grandma is so sad that she doesn't leave her house much anymore. Dad is doing wonderful, he got remarried to a woman that he loves a lot and they are a wonderful couple. Matt moved back to Stillwater. Murphy moved back to Oklahoma (that was a blessing! Thank You, Aislinn!). It is just completely different. For gods sake, I live in Mustang again! How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114481038965361882?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114481038965361882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114481038965361882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114444870727186410</id><published>2006-04-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:25:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating blogg..</title><content type='html'>The request has been made for me to update my blog. I, of course, have been a busy girl. I just stopped writing about it. So here are some of the highlights from the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Rodeo with the girls a week or so ago. It was a good time. I spent most of the night with JennLove hanging out. Then I met a table of guys and spent an hour or so chatting with them. Honestly, nothing really intersting happened that night other than Donna getting a ticket in her new car. So, not only does she get to pay a couple (five fiddy to be exact) hundred dollars for tag, title and tax, she now gets to pay a $150.00 ticket. Oh and to top all that off, Tim decided that he would move out of the apartment that he took over when she moved in with me. Leaving her with having to pay unexpected rent. So lets do some quick figures... um... that makes it close to $1000.00 to pull out of her ass! I ,for one, feel for the girl. If I could, I would whore myself out to help her, but I just don't have the clients. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Brandy, Aislinn, Dad and I went out to Grahams. It was a really good time. I hadn't partied with those girls before outside of the Dog, but it rocked balls. Brandy, that girl can DANCE! She is a belly dancer, so she is all about moving the hips. It was HOT! We got pleasantly wasted and then made the treck to the WAffie! Gotta love the Waffie at 2am! I am hoping to party with those girls again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much is going on. I am reading The Da Vinci Code. It is good, but it is taking me a while to get through it. I have just been pretty busy lately and haven't had the chance to just read for hours on end. I am hoping for some time to do that this weekend. I was hoping for a hot weekend to spend outside half naked in the sun reading my book, but instead we have rain and clouds and cold! DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I hope that this blog is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114444870727186410?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114444870727186410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114444870727186410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/04/updating-blogg.html' title='Updating blogg..'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114195973782865980</id><published>2006-03-09T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:02:17.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captians Log: Day 2 of McDonalds Stirke</title><content type='html'>The cravings are starting to get to me. If only I could have the feel of the fries melting on my tounge, the sweet taste of a double cheeseburger breaking apart under my teeth and then washing it all down with a smooth ice cold coke. The world would be right again, the smile would return to my face. The angles in heaven would dry their tears, but instead I am chewing on the edge of my desk dreaming. Suprisingly, it tastes like cardboard with just a hint of chicken. I feel weak, almost faint, and I see no salvation in my future. Was this my idea to quit cold turkey? Could I not have just cut back? No! I must be strong! I can do this, I will make it! I will beat Mcdonalds! I will beat this addiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Notice:&lt;br /&gt;Fat girls against McDonalds support group meeting tonight @ 10pm&lt;br /&gt;Location: The Bar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114195973782865980?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114195973782865980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114195973782865980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/03/captians-log-day-2-of-mcdonalds-stirke.html' title='Captians Log: Day 2 of McDonalds Stirke'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114195894724351905</id><published>2006-03-09T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:49:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrorscope from Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two things are motivating you right now: tending to the affairs and problems of someone you love who apparently needs instruction on the subject, and planning your escape once that's over. The escape route is what's getting you through the reality of this currently all-too-realistic situation, so hang onto it. If anyone knows how important it is to have an appealing carrot at the end of a stick, it's you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the funny thing about my horrorscope is that it has been running about a week behind. So if this means that some lost soul in need of love advice is going to come to me for answers, I am SO not the girl to come to! Friends, keep this in mind! Look at my own love life, I can't even make it work! Who the hell am I to be giving advice on a subject that I fail miserably at? Lets just take a look at the last six years. I have had 1 long distance relationship, 2 one night stands, 2 "fuck buddies" (I just can't seem to find a good one) 1 guy I dated who moved in on the first date and 1 guy who I am not sure if it was dating or just hanging out. This is my point friends. I suck at the whole relationship angle. Good at sex, bad at the relationship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114195894724351905?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114195894724351905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114195894724351905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/03/horrorscope-from-wednesday.html' title='Horrorscope from Wednesday'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114178559393231161</id><published>2006-03-07T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:42:17.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know that I haven't posted on here in a while. I have been busy going to doctors and dowling out money for tests that annoy the hell out of me. The most recent being the test to determine if I have reactive airway disease or not. Well, for starters it was just any old pulmonary function test, but the fun part is when the made me inhale "meth" to see if it would cause a reaction. It was like going from breathing to not in about .5 seconds. Good times. Then I had to do more pulmonary function tests while trying not to pass the hell out. Finally, the attendant says "now, I am going to give you some medication so you can breath again.. you know the lawyers don't like it when I let you leave like this". Great. Thanks! Can we get on with it! Anyways, it turns out that I do have reactive airways disease. Who knew! Lets just add that to the list of all the other shit I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was pretty low key. Friday night we went to the bar and sang till about midnight thirty and then came home (yes sober). We just weren't feeling it. Saturday night we had an impromptu party at the house. Jacklynn called and said that she was going to be in town, so she hit the liquor store and there we were. It was just the roomies, Tim, Cory and Jacklynn. It was a small crowd, but we had a blast. Poor Timmie and Jacklynn are such light weights and Donna and I are not used to drinking more than everyone else, so it was intersting. Jacklynn is to cute! Pictures will be posted when they get developed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah things around here have been pretty low key. I am going on stike against Mcdonald's fries (or maybe their food in general). I have gained to much weight and I eat them to often. It is so not healthy for me. That and I don't have the money right now to continue the bing that I have been on. I have been thinking about ways to loose some of the weight and remembered that when I went on a fast food strike and a coke strike that I lost an almost instant 20 pounds. I think it is time to get back to it! Now that I am starting to feel better (knock on wood) I can get up and make something. Of course that will also involve getting over the fear of burns. Hum, something to work towards or I could just buy food that is already cooked that just needs to be heated. Haha! Anyways, I have been walking now. I now have a roomate that has a dog, so even if I don't have anyone to walk with I have the dog. It is nice. We have a neighborhood that is also pretty safe to walk in too! WahoO! So yeah! the goal right now is to loose 20 pounds by the time that June gets here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the same, just work. I so got busted falling asleep at my desk today and then fell asleep in the car at lunch and overslept. It was crazy! My dreams have just been acting up lately. I had one last night that Harley was drunk and very pissed at me. It was a little scary. The funny part is that 1) Harley doesn't drink and 2) when he gets mad he just goes off by himself until he is calm. I have never seen Harley like he was in the dream. I guess that is what makes it a nightmare. Oh well, I have dreams like this about all of my friends. I can't tell you the number of times Donna has kicked my ass in a dream. Though I do have to admit that sometimes I am kickin ass too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there is the update. At least the parts that I can share. I know some of it is boring. Blah Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114178559393231161?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114178559393231161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114178559393231161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/03/recent.html' title='Recent'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114110133111220539</id><published>2006-02-27T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:39:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Drunken Debauchery*</title><content type='html'>Drunken Debauchery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Does the sun rise in the east? You are talking about an in-denial alcoholic here! or since I just admitted it would that be acknowledged drunk? Hell, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old were you the first time you got drunk?&lt;br /&gt;13ish... god love my parents! My mother would make up pitchers of strawberry daiquiris and Billy and I would steal it and drink it after she had got drunk enough not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever gotten/given digits while intoxicated?&lt;br /&gt;Every chance I get. The last time was last wednesday, I did both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever 'drunk dialed'?&lt;br /&gt;I have, but not recently. I currently have an adversion to the telephone. Sorry PF girls. I promise some drunk dials to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been drunk in front of family members?&lt;br /&gt;of couse, my graduation party was at my house with my parents there and for some reason i ended up waking up in the back seat of my mothers car - in our own driveway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had to cover up the fact that you were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Naw, I am pretty much don't care who knows I am drunk. Umless you are the po-po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been arrested for any alcohol related crime?&lt;br /&gt;Nope I have never been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever hooked-up with someone while drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. Drunk sex rocks balls! thought, admittedly only if you remember it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever forgot their name?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I forgot a name, but I did call someone by another guys name in the middle of sex and didn't remember any of it the next morning. the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;me: oh lord, I am going to assume that since I am naked and your are um.. yeah... that we um..&lt;br /&gt;guy: yeah.. a lot.. you don't remember?&lt;br /&gt;me: um... not so much!&lt;br /&gt;guy: So who is .......&lt;br /&gt;me: Um.. just a friend, why?&lt;br /&gt;guy: cause you sorta called me his name last night during.. .&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, well uh where are my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been on a drunken binge?&lt;br /&gt;The entire time I lived with Alicia. We were never sober! I swear, we went to work JUST to get SOBER! I remember Randy's birthday party when we all went out for margarita's and then Alicia and I had to rush home to clean the apartment from the party the night before because they decided to move the party back to our place. That was pretty much an every weekend occurence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you need alcohol to have a good time?&lt;br /&gt;No, but it sure as shit helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of alcohol gets you the most intoxicated?&lt;br /&gt;anything will work.. I love me some vodka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Royal Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite beer?&lt;br /&gt;Bud Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever woken up after a night of drinking and found out that you are STILL drunk?um... yeah... and even better trying to go to work that day! The day after the strippers was fun! nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever swam drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is how skinny dippin happens. I am the founding member of drunks against skinny dippin... I just don't want to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What kind of a drunk are you?&lt;br /&gt;I am the social flutterby drunk.. .the one that wants to talk and laugh with everyone. Also, sing.. can't forget sing.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is alcohol like "truth serum" to you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord.... yes! I tend to tell men exactly how small their penis is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite drinking partner?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many! Donna, Tessa, Jenn P., Travis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite bar?&lt;br /&gt;currently, Stallion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever completely blacked out?&lt;br /&gt;of course, all the real drunks know that is how we get our stripes or the twelve step program.. your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever puked from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;yes... but my favorite is when Matt puked on the tree outside mine and Alicia's apartment and the grass turned yellow and wouldn't really grow right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were they to drunk to put in a # 24?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you still do physical activity while intoxicated?&lt;br /&gt;Define physical activity? If you are asking if I can do some jumping jacks you need to know I don't do that shit sober! Now, if we are talking about stripper dancin on a pole.. I am your girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever gotten into a drunken fight?&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago at the bar, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, to drunk for a number! Go 27! chug chug chug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is the most flirtatious drunk?&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty flirtatious drunk, but Donna is the most! She is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a drunken nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am aware of and I don't know that I need one. Maybe PF3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Funniest drunken scene in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite song(s) about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Tequilla makes her clothes fall off - Joe Nichols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do strangers ever buy you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! we call it the Peggy way, when you can walk into a bar with 5 dollars and come home with 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever drank too much on a date?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I think of it as they should know what I am like in the begining instead of me holding out on them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is there anything that you refuse to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Anything with Hot damn, goldschlager or pepperment schnopps. And Alicia Jager is good! Try a Jager bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever been drunk on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was going to Colorado with Chelly and we both started drinking. I did not realize that it would make it easier to get drunk. Oh lord. I just kept hearing the tower talking to this plane asking where it were it was going and the pilot was like... "uh.... yeah.. uh... I am not sure" .... definately instills confidence in someone who is miles above the damn ground. At that point I ordered another drink. When I made it to baggage Randy was like, "You are wasted!". It was to funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever gotten drunk during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Not recently, I have adopted a 'not before dark' rule. When I was at Creative though, it was on like Donkey Kong at lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever had to run from the cops and leave the beer behind?&lt;br /&gt;Sorta! Travis and I were riding around town with one of his friends when the car broke down. I was riding on the back seat with a friendly Corona in my hand when a cop passed by going in the opposite direction. So I threw the bottle out the window. When he came up to us, he asked if we were alright and we told him that we just needed to let the car cool down. So he said that he would wait for us. Then he goes over and starts searching the field where I threw the bottle. Finally the damn car started and we all yelled out the window thanks and bye... and hauled ass to get out of there. Well, he found the bottle, but by that time were were on the highway. He came speeding after us but thought we went the opposite direction on the highway so he didn't catch us. It was a close call. I think I was about 16 when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What's your favorite drinking game?&lt;br /&gt;3-Man!!! or maybe drunkin betting in the bar.. (i.e., 1 shot if you grab 5 penis or 1 short if you grab 10 ass) Though, Alicia teapot was still the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever injured yourself while drunk?&lt;br /&gt;After my last birthday party I woke up so bruised and my legs were black, but other than that I can't remember a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's the most destructive thing that has happened while drunk?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It might be the night that as we were leaving the bar my car got bumped. I had left my cell phone on the top of the car so it fell off and got ran over. So not only did I loose the cell phone but my car had some scratches on the back bumper. We couldn't stop and call the po-po because we had 7 people in a corolla! I'm a corolla.. .a big fat corolla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ever been drunk at a concert?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, Cher... Ozzy.... George Strait.... Alan Jackson... almost every concert I have been to! The awesome thing is that the Ford Center has a really nice bar level!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114110133111220539?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114110133111220539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114110133111220539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/drunken-debauchery.html' title='*Drunken Debauchery*'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114074147911936324</id><published>2006-02-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:37:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Ass Humped by a Stripper!</title><content type='html'>Oh Lord! Last night was a blast! Jennifer, Donna and I we out to club Rodeo for the MALE review. He he! The first stripper wasn't very cute so I was not interested in looking at him much, he just wasn't my idea of sexy, but the second stripper was HOT! He was dressed as a policeman! I was fairly certain that he had no penis, but his body was good enough looking to make up for it. So being the brave woman that I am, I made Donna go with me to tip him. He went to her first and did the usual 'slap you in the face with my penis' routine and then CAME to me. At first, I thought it was  going to be the same sort of show, but suddenly he jumps off the stage and bent me over so that he was behind me and dry ass humped me a few times. Surprisingly he does have a pretty good sized penis! Then he jumps back on the stage and starts kissing my neck before he put the dollar in between my boobs and kissed his way down to it. He took the dollar out with his teeth and then gave the twins a good rub down before turning to the next tipper in line. The third stripper was okay, but did a little to much touching for me. This guy touched everything from the face to your waist. He was just to much for me, but when they all three came out for an encore I figured what the hell, that shot of royal fuck needs to be used for good. So I went with two dollars to tip the two strippers that I deemed hot. Now, the policeman was first and seemed very happy to use me for his victim of the night again. He came up to me and kissed my neck again then he turned me around and laid me down on the stage so that he could do push-ups over my face. After that he stood me up with my back to the stage and dry ass humped me again. Then he turned me around and dry breast humped me. And as if that wasn't enough, he then dropped to his knees and kissed his way down my neck and chest again to get the dollar between my boobs. Wow! He was working for it! Moving on, I went to the last stripper and waited to tip him Honestly, after what the other guy did there wasn't many ways to top that. He wasn't that memorable is what I am saying. The one part that STOOD out the most for me was when he finished doing all the touching, he put crotch at eye level and pulled his thong down just enough to show about two inches worth of penis and man was he THICK! Now being apart of all of this action I just have one thing to coment on. Thank god the men do not abide by the same no touching standards that the female strippers have put in place. Oh Lord! I digress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot more excitement, but it doesn't involve the strippers and my fingers are cold so it can be shared later! I will say thank you to the two randoms that I ended up playing tounge wars with for a while. Way to take one for the team. Wayne, I hope that my molestation did not cause unwanted greif, though you were pretty HAPPY when you left.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114074147911936324?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114074147911936324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114074147911936324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/dry-ass-humped-by-stripper.html' title='Dry Ass Humped by a Stripper!'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114040488758965181</id><published>2006-02-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:08:07.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hicktown</title><content type='html'>Friday night was definately an intersting experience. Donna, Jacklyn and I went to what I am told is the only actual dance bar in Elk City. We walk in and I remember ordering a beer, Bud Light to be more specific. Next thing I know I have taken 2 Royal Fucks, A Crown shot, A Blue Mother Fucker, A Washington Apple and more beers than I can count on one hand. I know that there were other shots and drinks in there, but I don't remember what they were and the point is that I was trashed! Anyways, there was also the steady stream of guys coming up to hit on one or all of us. At one point we had three guys there (two that were "trying to protect us" and one that was trying to take me home with him). The rest of the bar thought that we were either lesbians or sluts. It was humorous just to walk through the bar and watch the reactions. The funniest one was when Donna and I were two-steppin on the dance floor and this guy with no front teeth looked at us and said "hey what ever floats your boat hunny". Nice! Anyways, poor Jacklyn had to "take care" of the guy that wanted to take me home because he didn't get the hints I was throwing at him. She literally walked up and told him "Um.. yeah.. Mary doesn't like you. She is not going home with you or intersted in you. Go away!" God love her! Anyways, his name was Bruce and here is his phone number (620)655-4897, have fun with that. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114040488758965181?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114040488758965181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114040488758965181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/hicktown.html' title='Hicktown'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114014747293522680</id><published>2006-02-16T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:37:52.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pussy ate the penis!</title><content type='html'>Okay, before you get all excited that I might actually share details on my sex life, I need you to remember who's blog you are reading. No, Hannah (my pussy) ate the penis shaped candy that Donna had hiding in her purse. Hannah even had to dig down in her purse to get the candy out. I mean she was WORKIN for it! That's my girl! I taught my girl well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been crazy  slow. It almost sucks. (knock on wood) I enjoy being sorta slow because it gives me a chance to have time to breath, but on the other hand I don't like it when it is so slow that I finish 200 pages of my book at work. WoW! The highlight of my day was that there was an argument in my office this morning. It is a long story, but the sv is that the secretary was butting her nose where it didn't belong and someone finally got fed up enough to say something to her. It was good times. I just wish I would have had a reason to stick my 10 cents in on the fight (I say 10 because arguments are worth more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got up and sang some karaoke by myself. I have always been one to have stage nerves and it is no different with a drunk crowd. I know they don't care who is up there singing and how bad they are. They are just there to get their drink on and not remember it the next day. It is still intimidating to me. I still get nervous, but on the other hand I enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all is well for now.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horrorscope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flinging a chair around the room won't help -- not permanently, anyway. Once you've done it, you may feel a little bit better, but you'll only feel guilty afterward, which, as very few people know about you, happens quite easily. If you're trying to work something out between you and a loved one, hold it back. You may not win, but you'll definitely feel better about yourself in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114014747293522680?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114014747293522680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114014747293522680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-pussy-ate-penis.html' title='My pussy ate the penis!'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-114014626107915031</id><published>2006-02-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:19:05.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What color is your heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your heart is blue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is a doing word for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know it's love when you treat each other well.You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your flirting style: Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-114014626107915031?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114014626107915031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/114014626107915031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-color-is-your-heart.html' title='What color is your heart?'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113917459000219407</id><published>2006-02-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:23:10.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, welcome to Super Bowl Sunday. I would say that I am going to avoid it like the plague, but I think I made a bet with someone on the outcome and I kinda want to watch the commercials. So I am going to sit my happy ass on the couch and watch the commercials then read my book while the game is in play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is intersting as always, never a dull moment. I went and had a bronchoscopy this last Tuesday. The doc said there were some spots on my left lung, but I guess when he got in there everything was okay. Though I haven't had a good chance to ask him just what he did. I do know that he said I had "severe acid reflux" and that he is going to "treat it aggresively". Good times. Just glad that worked out. The fun part was snorting the gel lidacaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was quite the comedian when I was coming out of the anethesia. My mouth was sooo dry when I got out and they couldn't let me drink anything for two hours afterwards, so they gave me a wet wash cloth and i was running my tounge over it trying to get the gross stuff of my tounge. Good times. I knew it looked funny, but i didn't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part is that my dad just left me at the hospital. I didn't have anyone else to take me to the hospital and he said that he would, but he dropped me off at the front door and left. The hospital didn't want to see me without someone with me, so Donna came to my rescue. Dad doesn't do well with hospitals, I get that, but it still made me feel like shit that my Dad just left me there to let the scary doctors cut on me. Oh well, he didn't understand what I meant when I told him i needed someone there. Not his fault, I just didn't make myself clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life (or the lack there of) is actually good. I have just been having a good time. Not worried about dating anyone. Not to mean that I haven't been having fun. =) Maybe in about 6-8 weeks, I might have someone to date. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am getting out of here. Talk to everyone soon! Glad to be back!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113917459000219407?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113917459000219407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113917459000219407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-welcome-to-super-bowl-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113545341887462500</id><published>2005-12-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:45:59.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Happy belated birthday Kelly hunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis hun, I love you just not at 2am. You sure know how to kill a girls rhythm. Call me later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Merry Christmas to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna, BOOOOOOOOOIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amykins, Hunny.. you are a PLAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, two weeks to your birthday party! Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessita, be careful on your travels. broke... broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Call me soon. I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: This is random and NOT intended to cover every friend I have ever had with words of wisdom. Get over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113545341887462500?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113545341887462500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113545341887462500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113496882101812896</id><published>2005-12-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:07:01.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Horrorscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The travel bug just bit you again, and bit you hard. Scratching that itch in a big way may feel like the only option, but before you quit your job, sublet your place and buy that one-way ticket, you might want to try a smaller-scale solution. A really fun, really random daytrip might help -- one where you leave right now, with or without an adventurous friend, and go in a random direction. Why not stretch it out into tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of a destination. Though taking a day trip tomorrow is not a good idea. I am currently in the midst of getting a long term project close to finish and I am very excited about it. I can't wait to move. This will be interesting. I do not have time for a day trip, that and work would not let me out. They tend to keep me on lock and key, but plans for that trip are in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday night I went out to Elk City with Donna. It was a great trip. I had an absolutely wonderful time and met some wonderful people. We ended up coming back early though due to weather concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had to almost fight our way out of the bar. First off, we went to the Red Dog for Aislinn's birthday and had a WONDERFUL time. Happy Birthday Chica! Then Donna and I dropped Greg off and went out to the Stallion where these four guys were trying to take Donna and I home with them. When we kept telling them no that we were going to OUR HOME they started to get very agressive and one pinned Donna against a wall. So being the wonderful home town bar that it is, we had four or five of our friends that are regulars there on our backs ready to scrap. It worked out in the end. No bar room brawl errupted, but it was close and some words were said. I love that bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I put a couple of pictures up from my birthday party and I was just thinking how WHITE we are. Seriously. I need some spray on tan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how much longer an internet connection is going to exist for me. I am moving the end of this week and will have to find 1) a modem and 2) an internet provider for DIAL UP.  This is going to suck. So, if the post come in more ramdom than they already are, do not be concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to bed. It has been a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Night Ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113496882101812896?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113496882101812896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113496882101812896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113476009519834884</id><published>2005-12-16T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:08:15.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/Birthday%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/Birthday%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got out drunk cheeks on! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113476009519834884?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113476009519834884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113476009519834884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-got-out-drunk-cheeks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113425339837160678</id><published>2005-12-10T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:23:18.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's your special time of year, so naturally there's mucho fun to be had -- and the chance to bring in a higher purpose, as well. A group project, adventure or game suits you perfectly and also provides the possibility for expansion of your mind and worldview. Meanwhile, you get to know more about and become closer to your cohorts, and laugh like crazy. Be creative, and good luck -- not like you need it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my birthday party! I am so excited. It is going to be so much fun! This will be an adventure, but then again, it is always an adventure with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113425339837160678?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113425339837160678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113425339837160678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party.'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113419302263416754</id><published>2005-12-09T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:37:02.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dance</title><content type='html'>He held me like I was his life line, like he would stop breathing without me.&lt;br /&gt;We danced like we knew wach others body, every curve, every touch.&lt;br /&gt;We kissed for an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't need tomorrow, we just needed that moment.&lt;br /&gt;We moved in perfect unison, like a dance only our hearts knew.&lt;br /&gt;But it was just a dance, and when it was over.&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random lines I found about a dance I had a while back. I had written this down and then stuffed it in a drawer. Just thought if i put it on here I could throw the note away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113419302263416754?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113419302263416754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113419302263416754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-dance.html' title='Just a dance'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113419217461167488</id><published>2005-12-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:23:52.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quotes!</title><content type='html'>"Despite everything you may have heard, not all of us have a "child within". I, for instance, have a convicted felon within.&lt;br /&gt;-Kate Shein, who once took first prize on the "funniest person in Manhatta" contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch the traffic, the light will never hit you."&lt;br /&gt;-Jackie "Moms" Mabley, salty show-woman of yore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm aiming by the time I am fifty to stop being an adolescent"&lt;br /&gt;-Wendy Cope, british poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of travel.&lt;br /&gt;- Margaret Lee Rumbeck, creative writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everywhere I went, my cleavage followed. But I'm not my cleavage."&lt;br /&gt;-Carole Mallory, chesty thespian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been married, but I tell people I'm divorced so they won't think something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Elayne Boosier, stand-up comedian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are perfectly good. The trouble is they are only good for one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;-Michella Lovric feminist editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing better than se is sex with chocolate on top."&lt;br /&gt;-Catherine Zeta-Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are like ovens, we need 5 to 15 minutes to warm up."&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra Bullock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113419217461167488?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113419217461167488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113419217461167488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-quotes.html' title='Random Quotes!'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113384694361329742</id><published>2005-12-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:29:03.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrorscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your internal editor -- that little something that intervenes between what goes on upstairs and what you say -- is taking the day off. While it's putting its feet up somewhere and enjoying a drink with an umbrella in it, those around you are subject to your genius-containing monologues, your sudden brilliant plays-on-words, your outbursts about how the world should be and more. Just have an apology ready in case you inadvertently put your foot in that wide-open mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever have an internal editor? And if so, why did he not edit out that conversation I had with my doctor about masterbation? Seriously! Yes I think I have been a little bit on the free side with my words today due in large part by the amount of stress I am under at work this week. I had a new girl start today that I am training and my little Donna starts on Wednesday so I will have to help train her as well. So yeah, my editor went on vacation, the bastard is hanging out in my happy place while I am stuck in the f-ing real world. But I'm not bitter! Oh and if my LONG day couldn't get any worse, I got news from the doc that one of my test results came back abnormal and he would like to chat about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my day, though, was the check I received from the Oklahoma State Treasurer. I love this state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my birthday party is this weekend. I am very excited. It will be a much needed night of drinking and dancing with good friends. Those of you invited I hope you can come. For those of you who do not wish to attend a bar scene there will be a dinner, but I am not sure where yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, tuna fish salad!&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113384694361329742?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113384694361329742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113384694361329742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/12/horrorscope.html' title='Horrorscope'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113339062252975390</id><published>2005-11-30T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:51:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postings</title><content type='html'>Where, oh where have my postings gone. Oh where, oh where can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted them, I have realized I have started a new phase in my life and I was looking to "get rid" of every reminder of the past events. No freaking out, it's not a big deal. In fact, it is a great step for me. I have finally found my solid ground on this matter. I wish no more to discuss this, but know it is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the most recent humorous event would have to be the embarassing trip to the hospital. Last Friday, (yes the day after Thanksgiving) there was a group of us hanging out at Donna's apartment. We all had laid down to get some sleep since Amy had to be at work early when there was a knock at the door. We thought that since we had been LOUD all evening that the neighbors had finally had enough of it and were telling us to shut the hell up. Instead, they were telling us that the neighbor downstairs had smoke coming from the apartment and that it was filling the hall. We did notice that it was filling our apartment too. There were three woman in Donna's bed hanging out(no guys with us) and I was in just my underwear. I needed to get some clothes on before I could leave the apartment, I had recently got over bronchitis and still had plurisy so it made the smoke that much more of an iritant for me. By the time I left the apartment I had earned myself a trip to the ER via ambulance with smoke inhalation. They gave me a couple hours of oxygen and a breathing treatment and an inhaler. Now, I have iritant bronchitis again. I am so pissed. After having brnochitis since September, I was happy as hell that the last medication had made me feel almost well again (other than the fatigue from the plurisy which I was assured would go away in about 6 weeks). Now I have it back and I am back on the hard core medication. Which means no drinking for another two weeks, but I am suppose to get "time off for good behavior" if I am feeling better in time for my birthday. That also meand that I will have the fatigue for another 6 to 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since this event I have heard nothing but fire jokes. Like "should I cancel the ride along with the fire department" - done by my supervisor. It is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other than that thanksgiving weekend was good and Harley I called you on your birthday but you didn't answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113339062252975390?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113339062252975390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113339062252975390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/11/postings.html' title='Postings'/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-113220051917233159</id><published>2005-11-16T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:08:39.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/50/Caitlyn%20and%20Mary.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/8601/320/Caitlyn%20and%20Mary.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Caitlyn Marie - she is 1 day old in this picture. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-113220051917233159?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113220051917233159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/113220051917233159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-and-caitlyn-marie-she-is-1-day-old.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-112118326722338991</id><published>2005-07-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:47:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/6631/320/DSC00100.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/6631/320/DSC00100.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613223-112118326722338991?l=prplrosemmm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/112118326722338991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613223/posts/default/112118326722338991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prplrosemmm.blogspot.com/2005/07/hannah_12.html' title=''/><author><name>SissyRooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00121611519850858994</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613223.post-112118304453609522</id><published>2005-07-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:44:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/6631/320/DSC00185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/6631/320/DSC00185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger! 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