<?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-9355071</id><updated>2011-08-05T14:40:54.071-05:00</updated><category term='Argh'/><category term='songs'/><category term='funny'/><category term='recollection'/><category term='love'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>My So Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><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>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-7002365779030758045</id><published>2008-06-17T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:52:40.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on...</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while since I posted. I used to post at least monthly but the last few years have just flown by. To sum it up I moved out of my best friend’s house, lived in my own apartment for a year,  met some really great friends, moved in with two of them, graduated from college, got engaged, and am about to move in with my fiancé in his house far out in the country. Other than that I’m the same ol’ me. Changed but the same.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my two parti-colored cocker spaniels, Chloe and Jericho. And my kitty, Dudley. &lt;br /&gt;Robert and I are planning our wedding for June 27, 2009 in Destin, Florida. We want to get married on the beach at sunset. I’m so excited about it. Now all I need is lots of money! Ha! &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been packing all of my stuff getting ready to move by the end of the month. Plus, I’m looking for a high paying job with good benefits. If you know of any, please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get motivated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-7002365779030758045?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7002365779030758045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=7002365779030758045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7002365779030758045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7002365779030758045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/goings-on.html' title='Goings on...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-1626649047891405658</id><published>2008-04-10T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:39:26.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lady called my work today and asked what time we closed. &lt;br /&gt;I answered, "At six"&lt;br /&gt;"O'clock?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-1626649047891405658?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1626649047891405658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=1626649047891405658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/1626649047891405658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/1626649047891405658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/lady-called-my-work-today-and-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-6049855229731485109</id><published>2008-04-10T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:09:29.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really going to be okay?</title><content type='html'>“Why does everything have to be so hard?” I asked the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s doesn’t have to be. You make it this hard.” He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life really hard? Pressure is everywhere. Pressure to make money. Pressure to move out. Pressure to find somewhere new to live. Pressure to have and maintain a wonderful relationship with my fiancé. Pressure at school. Pressure to graduate and get a real job. Pressure to be a good step mom to these kids. Pressure to pay my rent. Pressure to pay bills I have no money to pay. Pressure to make my parents proud. Pressure to keep a smile on my face and pretend like everything’s okay. Pressure, pressure, pressure…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-6049855229731485109?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6049855229731485109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=6049855229731485109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6049855229731485109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6049855229731485109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-really-going-to-be-okay.html' title='Is it really going to be okay?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-8640841535019216673</id><published>2007-12-14T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:47:46.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The next chapter begins</title><content type='html'>“I totally would never think you had been married before!” exclaimed Adrianne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well, that’s lovely to hear. It really makes me think back to when I first separated from my ex-husband. First it was so long ago and I was so young. Second, I remember thinking I didn’t want anything to do with guys ever again. I felt like a failure. I wondered what I did wrong and what I could have done differently. But, no matter what I was not going to ever be that unhappy again. And above all I never wanted to get married.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I’m super happy that over the past four years my heart has healed enough to move on and be open to love again. And love is definitely in the air. &lt;br /&gt;My good friends, Haley and Mark, have been engaged for a year now and are planning their wedding for May of this next year. She chose me to be her maid of honor and I’m thrilled to death! Some other friends, Coy and Brittany, just got engaged this past weekend. Two of my boyfriend’s friends just had babies. And one of my favorite people, Paige, has a truly fairy tale story going with a guy she met while living in England and it looks like he will be moving here and they are looking at rings as well. It’s everywhere I turn.&lt;br /&gt;As for Robert and I, the pages are still turning in our book of love. I do love him. I would do anything for him. And I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend or friend to him in the past but I’m trying. He’s the only person in the world who can drive me insane with one of his ideas, i.e. “I’m getting a goat” “What!” I know I love him. It’s the little moments we share, moments I will never forget, that remind me every day that I love this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s lying in his nook and feeling completely safe and warm and loved.&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the way he makes me feel with one touch.&lt;br /&gt;Its dinner and then a surprise visit to the park to walk under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;It’s seeing him carry his sleeping children to bed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s waking up aroused in the middle of night to him stroking my body and the love we make still groggy from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It’s at his house talking about how having children will change our lives. He telling me that he can’t explain parenthood and the effects it will have on me but how it will change me and how I view everything in my life. I question him and say, “Just I will change?” and him saying no not you, when I say you I mean us. My heart melting. Him saying how a child with me will be wonderful and oh the things he will do differently than he did with Haden and Kailey. How he will be there for his child and help with everything. How he will be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s sitting in a booth at Rip Rocks with friends. Sharing beers, stories, laughter, his arm around me. I look at him; he’s laughing at something Paige said, he sees me looking at him, and reaches over and kisses my forehead.    &lt;br /&gt;It’s him loving my babies.&lt;br /&gt;It’s him supporting me in everything I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It’s playing games at home with friends, drinking, laughing. &lt;br /&gt;It’s he and I and a night of playing video games and being goofy together.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the tender New Year’s midnight kiss, full of promise and hope.&lt;br /&gt;It’s making love in the clear ocean while the sun shone down on us. &lt;br /&gt;It’s hour after hour together on our road trip to Florida. Laughing, talking, singing.&lt;br /&gt;It's him planning a surprise for me and me loving it!&lt;br /&gt;It’s partying together on Bourbon Street, drunk and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the night at my apartment where he pushed everything on my kitchen counter aside with one sweep of his arm, lifted me onto it, and had his way with me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s him. It’s him. It’s him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-8640841535019216673?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8640841535019216673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=8640841535019216673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8640841535019216673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8640841535019216673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/next-chapter-begins.html' title='The next chapter begins'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-5261236578868996500</id><published>2007-12-14T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:34:37.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing time</title><content type='html'>So the semester draws to an end. Who knew I would still be in college at my age? I certainly did not. I wonder what it will be like not measuring my life in semesters and not having holiday breaks, summers, and spring breaks? I’m feeling like it’s finally time to step forward out of the shadow of early adulthood and onto the cold hard pavement of Grown-Up Avenue. Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list to be a respectable grown-up, not necessarily in this order:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Get a real job with benefits that I may or may not enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Finish graduate school&lt;br /&gt;Get a new suitable adult car or SUV &lt;br /&gt;Get a respectable home with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Join a gym, make gym friends who are also grown-up acting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-5261236578868996500?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5261236578868996500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=5261236578868996500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5261236578868996500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5261236578868996500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/closing-time.html' title='Closing time'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-2442579255674285035</id><published>2007-10-29T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:01:38.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The only way out, is going in."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-2442579255674285035?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2442579255674285035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=2442579255674285035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/2442579255674285035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/2442579255674285035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-way-out-is-going-in.html' title='&quot;The only way out, is going in.&quot;'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-8929181023059517161</id><published>2007-10-29T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:55:26.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so everytime I pull onto my street I still look for his truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-8929181023059517161?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8929181023059517161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=8929181023059517161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8929181023059517161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8929181023059517161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-so-everytime-i-pull-onto-my-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-4471974303531121237</id><published>2007-07-01T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:19:30.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What dreams may come.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night, or rather this morning. It was one of those mornings where you don’t have anything to do so you force yourself to go back to sleep...over and over again. Now I wish I would have just woken up. Before I tell you about the dream I need to tell you Robert and I had a spat last night, I have never cheated, Karen is Robert’s ex who cheated on him and they have two children, and I never thought of Sid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream or nightmare or whatever began with me in our bedroom in our apartment (Robert and I evidently lived together) which was amazingly huge and fantastic. It was a large room with a king size bed with white sheets and white comforter and the room had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. Not sure what city, but some city. And it was night time and Robert was at work. There was a knock at the door and it was Sid, this guy I used to work with. Not sure how it happened but we began kissing and we moved from kissing in the doorway to kissing by the bar in the living room. I began to feel sort of apprehensive about getting caught and asked him to call Robert to make sure he was going to be gone for awhile. Long enough for us to have sex I guess. I need to say this is so not like me. I’ve never cheated on anyone and I never would, especially with Sid. This guy isn’t the cutest guy in the world. Back to the dream. When I asked him to call him he just kissed me harder and picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. Side note: this is an impossible feat just because of the way I am about being picked up and our size ratios. But anywho, it worked in the dream and it was pretty hot. We got to the bedroom and were making out, grinding through the clothes, blah blah and I could see the city lights behind him through the window and I remember thinking how beautiful the city was and how Robert must have been out there somewhere just doing his thing at work. Not worrying that his girlfriend was about to be screwed by another man. And it made me nervous. So we had sex and then I got really nervous about Robert coming home so I hurriedly got dressed. I looked up and Robert was standing in the doorway watching me and then he looked at Sid who was still nude but for the bed sheet he wrapped around himself. I’ll never forget that look on his face. Bewilderment, confusion, hurt. Then he turned around and left. I ran after him down the hall but the elevator doors shut just as I reached them. I called his cell phone and it went to voice mail. I didn’t know what to say so I just said I love you. I felt horrible. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up with tears in my eyes. And I did the thing I always do when I want to continue a dream. I don’t let myself awake fully or my brain to start processing the dream, I just try to go back to sleep. I couldn’t let it end that way. I had to let Robert know how sorry I was. It was just a dream but it seemed so real. I couldn’t hurt him like that. I couldn’t live with that look I had seen on his face. &lt;br /&gt;So I did go back to sleep and I was back at the apartment and Robert still hadn’t come home or returned my calls. I went downstairs and evidently Haley’s cousin John and Mark’s brother Eric lived with us. They were just hanging out with my Aunt Marie who was smoking crack. Please note that my Aunt Marie doesn’t smoke crack and I’m not even entirely sure if crack is in fact smoked. Anyway I said, “Aunt Marie, please don’t smoke crack in front of the kids” That was weird. Anyway, I went and changed our sheets and got into bed and just cried myself to sleep. I awoke to his arms around me and his voice at my ear. He told me that would be the last night he stayed in our apartment. He told me I was just like Karen only he was happy he had never had children with me because he would never have to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up and didn’t try to go back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-4471974303531121237?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4471974303531121237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=4471974303531121237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/4471974303531121237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/4471974303531121237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What dreams may come.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-8238993550045273210</id><published>2007-06-30T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:48:47.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/zombie-quiz" style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/zombie/big_badge.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 244px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Times New Roman,sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-top: 35px;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my coworkers and I can have serious conversations on zombie survival strategies while getting paid for it. All in a day's work, my friends. Someone's got to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-8238993550045273210?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8238993550045273210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=8238993550045273210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8238993550045273210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/8238993550045273210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-587017825647071788</id><published>2007-06-28T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:26:52.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Trip</title><content type='html'>Had an absolutely fabulous weekend in Austin with my honey...and with lots of drama. Will tell you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-587017825647071788?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/587017825647071788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=587017825647071788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/587017825647071788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/587017825647071788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/austin-trip.html' title='Austin Trip'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-7149490609632356894</id><published>2007-06-28T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:38:33.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everythingiphone.com/images/iphone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.everythingiphone.com/images/iphone.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it comes out June 29th, that's tomorrow! So that's one iPhone in pink please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-7149490609632356894?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7149490609632356894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=7149490609632356894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7149490609632356894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7149490609632356894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-please.html' title='Yes, please!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-3050645386089674667</id><published>2007-06-18T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:18:28.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>Robert and I took a refreshing road trip down to Austin last weekend. My super cool friend, Paige, just moved there and has been pleading with us to visit. Our initial plans included floating the Guadalupe and perhaps going to Fiesta Texas and of course visit and stay with Paige in her duplex. We ended up going to Six Flags here in Dallas on Friday and it rocked! I’m a huge fan of amusement parks and by huge fan I mean I get excited like a kid on Christmas Eve! We rode:&lt;br /&gt;Batman - This is my favorite kind of coaster because your feet dangle free, lots of loops!&lt;br /&gt;Superman Tower of Power - This is the one where that girl got her ankles cut off, super fun! &lt;br /&gt;Acme Rock-N-Rocket – this is just like the conquistador but it goes all the way around upside down, fun!&lt;br /&gt;Flashback – This was my favorite ride for the longest time until they put in Batman.&lt;br /&gt;Judge Roy Scream – Robert’s childhood favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Titan – Super smooth, fast, loops, and plenty of arm raising!&lt;br /&gt;Wildcatter – This was called the cliff hanger when I was growing up, this was my first time to ride it, too bumpy for me and my old bones.&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting some ice cream some elaborately dressed characters who looked like they had just stepped out of a Dr. Seuss book skated by and informed us of a Cirque Dreams show. So we went, mainly because I loved seeing Cirque du Soleil! It was fabulous. The costumes, the set, the talent, everything was extremely entertaining and held to the highest standard. It was very much unlike any show I had seen at Six Flags before. It wasn’t Cirque du Soleil but it was pretty darn close. And it was included in the admission price. I had an incredible time. Probably one of the best Six Flags trips I’ve ever had. Robert and I got along like peas and carrots and I loved being able to spend the whole day with him with a wonderful weekend in our sights.  &lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation we headed to Austin Saturday afternoon. We were trying to talk my roomies into joining us on the trek but to no avail. Sad face. But, Robert and I ended up having a fantastic car ride. We stopped several times and weren’t in any hurry. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived that evening and visited with Paige and guess who showed up!! My roomies, Haley and Mark. They wanted to surprise us! That night we ate at a Mexican food restaurant called the Hula Hut. Then we went out to 6th Street to party it up. Note to anyone who visits Austin: Anywhere you park you have to pay for parking! Long story here but the short story is my car got towed to a scary place and Robert had to pay a lot of money to get it out. And the whole thing could have easily been avoided had I parked in a parking garage and paid the fee. Anywho. &lt;br /&gt;The next day we took Paige’s dog, Belle, to a dog park by Lake Austin. Then Robert and I headed back to Denton. There may have been a few pit stops along the way that may or may not have included some sexual content. Ha! Oh and we got to stop in Temple and eat at one of my favorite places I used to eat at when I lived in Florida...Fazolis. We don't have them around Dallas. Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-3050645386089674667?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3050645386089674667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=3050645386089674667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/3050645386089674667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/3050645386089674667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-7003036351528559115</id><published>2007-06-16T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:53:46.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Sweet Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLulPPz0KJ4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLulPPz0KJ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Lost in this moment with you&lt;br /&gt;I am completely consumed&lt;br /&gt;By feeling so absolute&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Sealing our love with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Waiting my whole life for this&lt;br /&gt;Watching all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this moment with you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-7003036351528559115?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7003036351528559115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=7003036351528559115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7003036351528559115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7003036351528559115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-words.html' title='Sweet Words'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-857560326728810660</id><published>2007-06-10T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:03:17.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argh'/><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Post Secret and couldn't help but share! Lord, how I despise these things. How many hours of my life will be spent entering senseless letters into the verification box? Shit.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/texasgurl/ft.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-857560326728810660?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/857560326728810660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=857560326728810660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/857560326728810660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/857560326728810660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-63426203733068495</id><published>2007-06-10T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:58:36.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Don't tell, don't tell!</title><content type='html'>Gay Robot is actually kind of funny. Gotta love most anything produced by my ex-husband Adam Sandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/20MhAeVNrJc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/20MhAeVNrJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swirl it, I curl it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIAbxI3r0rU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIAbxI3r0rU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do too! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-63426203733068495?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/63426203733068495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=63426203733068495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/63426203733068495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/63426203733068495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-tell-dont-tell.html' title='Don&apos;t tell, don&apos;t tell!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-7739020951844646595</id><published>2007-06-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:15:17.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recollection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The little girl in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Christmas I turned eleven years old I asked for a pony. My parents told me there was absolutely no way Santa would bring me a pony for Christmas. I grew up in the country, my parents had some acreage, so I hounded them for half a year begging for a beautiful pony. I wanted to brush and braid his mane and tail and ride him every day. Christmas morning finally arrived and it actually snowed! We took turns opening gifts and my first present was a whip which is a rather odd present to give an eleven year old. My second present was a set of spurs. As you can probably guess I was very confused. I asked my dad what was going on. He told me to look out the window. Outside, tethered to a post in the pasture, was a beautiful horse with a huge red bow around his neck! I remember to this day how excited I was. I remember running outside without my coat, still in my jammies with my mother yelling at my dad to not let me go outside without bundling up, the snowflakes sticking in my hair and my eyelashes as I ran as fast as I could to see the gift Santa had brought me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This may have something to do with why I like getting surprises. Big surprises. Surprises that are memorable and considerate and thought-out and over the top. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All the guys I’ve dated for any length of time have been good surprise givers too. My ex-husband did a lot of blindfolding me and taking me to special places he would see on his way home from work. Just random places he thought were pretty for a picnic with Subway sandwiches or take out from our favorite Thai restaurant. I can remember each one of these picnics with great clarity. Nick was the romancer and artist who always awed me. And even my blogger crush Andy made me the most creative and thoughtful slideshow to demonstrate how men should cherish my heart. And I look at the beautiful photograph he shot and framed and mailed to me for Christmas every single day.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Maybe I have my expectations set too high and that’s why I feel the way I do right now. Have I come to expect romance and poetry and whispered words of love? Yes, I have. Is that wrong of me? I feel guilty for not being happy with what I have. I feel like a bratty, spoiled child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I want the fireworks and the storybook ending and the fairy tale and the moments where he looks into my eyes and realizes he can’t live without me. And he tells me so. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I know all this and I also know I don’t want to be the girl who cries while standing in line for a beer at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Airlines&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I don’t want to feel ignored or unwanted or as one of the guys. I don’t want gifts you would give your guy friends or your mother. I don’t want to be aching inside while you, in oblivious abandon, scream, “Go Desperados!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-7739020951844646595?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7739020951844646595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=7739020951844646595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7739020951844646595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7739020951844646595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-girl-in-me.html' title='The little girl in me'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-3866263806939064432</id><published>2007-06-08T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:24:22.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone had to say it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlDAUKSh9CQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlDAUKSh9CQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-3866263806939064432?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3866263806939064432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=3866263806939064432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/3866263806939064432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/3866263806939064432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-had-to-say-it.html' title='Someone had to say it.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-227617310611772295</id><published>2007-06-07T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:03:41.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reproduction Production and Induction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I left work early. Today I also went to work late. I’m just not that into it. And I do realize the more I work the more I get paid but I still can’t get motivated. So I’ve found a new job or rather a new job found me. So that’s good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; from Sex and the City is so pretty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was holding my cousin’s eight month old little girl, Addyson, at my aunt’s house this past weekend and my mother blurted out that she wanted a grandchild (Please note I'm an only child). That was a little awkward for everyone, including me. A couple of things: I’m UNmarried, have no insurance, rely on my boyfriend and roommates to help me pay rent and other bills, am working on my masters degree, and my boyfriend already has two children. So I wonder how adding a child into that equation would work out. I’m sure she just meant she wished I was in a better place in my life so I could provide her with a grandchild. Yes, Mom, I do too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I broke one of my molars on the bottom right side of my mouth the other night. I was eating a veggie Subway pizza when crack-crunch! I thought I bit into a bone or something, but alas it was a veggie pizza but you know how sometimes you get some stray piece of sausage or something you didn’t order on your stuff? Anywho, it just turned out to be a huge ass olive pit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Free Sonic root beer floats are not that wonderful. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I love summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did you know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Dog + Cat = Human + ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever knows the answer to this besides Mark Moore gets a cookie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-227617310611772295?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/227617310611772295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=227617310611772295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/227617310611772295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/227617310611772295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/reproduction-production-and-induction.html' title='Reproduction Production and Induction'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-6014253398202721654</id><published>2007-06-05T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T15:44:27.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone else find these super duper funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/61875"&gt;Dog Experiences Best Day of Life for 400th Consecutive Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/61874"&gt;Armless Fiance Shows off Engagement Hat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/61877"&gt;Brain Sacrifices Survival Instinct To Make Room for Jingle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/61617"&gt;Single Errand Proves Too Overwhelming For Man On Day Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-6014253398202721654?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6014253398202721654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=6014253398202721654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6014253398202721654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6014253398202721654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/does-anyone-else-find-these-super-duper.html' title='Does anyone else find these super duper funny?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-6557029343726752128</id><published>2007-06-05T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:58:21.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Tears to my eyes, tears to my eyes...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://mexichink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friction Friction Friction Makes the Babies&lt;/a&gt; and just had to share! I'm sorry if you find it offensive. I thought it was frickin hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always painful seeing something you can't laugh at. A fat girl just tried to sit down in front of me but missed the chair. Half her ass planted and the rest of her body toppled over and hit the floor like a large steak being thrown on the ground by someone really angry. I wanted to laugh with everything I had, but instead I sat here and acted concerned. For the floor. Just kidding. Maybe some of you would have laughed and that just makes you an asshole. You should really work on your manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know its a sensitive topic, fat people are hard to tackle (get it? But really, you'd think they're top heavy but they go down like tequila made by a guy named Hector). Obesity kills and philosophically speaking, her fatness isn't even entirely relevant. What does it matter that she was fat? Her fatness doesn't MAKE her. Why couldn't I just say "a chic tried to sit down but missed the chair"? Deep below all the fat she's skinny too. So u know, why I gotta be like dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is: because I'm not fat and I don't believe in Jesus. Although I shouldn't be too proud. I am lucky to have a good set of genes. Everyone agrees that a large part of obesity is genetic. Everyone's metabolism is different and if you're going to blame people for being overweight go ahead and blame skinny people for being skinny. Because we all know at least one person who eats like a lawnmower and still manages to look like a heroine addict. They can't help it either. But then there are fat people who just gave up. And I think they're fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they apparently had to be a bit on the big side to give up in the first place. And then you know, the whole vicious cycle starts. Where they eat because they're fat, blah blah blah. But leading up to that there are precautionary measures to take. Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating less&lt;br /&gt;3. Lowering caloric intake&lt;br /&gt;4. Lessening eating&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating not so much&lt;br /&gt;6. Not so much, the eating&lt;br /&gt;7. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats about it. With those simple measures, a profound portion of the obese population could be much healthier and better looking. Or at least good enough for above the shoulder photography. Eating well really isn't that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trained myself to eat well and its pretty easy. I like it. For starters it keeps me feeling good and secondly it helps me shit. When I eat crappy food my shit reeks and it wants to come out at the most inopportune times. Then I have to shit in public restrooms because I'm hardly ever home, and wipe my ass with abrasive toilet paper that never makes me feel "clean" enough. And nothing disturbs me more than thinking I have an unclean asshole. It scares me of sweating because I feel like any sweat down there might mix in with shit, and trickle down my leg or something. So I eat well and drop one all-encompassing shit in the morning where I can wipe well and go about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really don't see what the big deal is. I'm not going to give the whole "if I can do it you can do it" argument, but we only get one body and if you're going to destroy it, and least do it by something a bit more fun than eating like doing drugs. Food is the dumbest thing someone could screw up their body over. It doesn't enhance music, it doesn't make you more sociable, it doesn't give better orgasms or make you want to suck of a pacifier. It's food, it serves a purpose. Get enough of it in your body and go throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I still eat like a fatass all the time. What did you think I was some health freak or something? Hey If I don't chew my food does it become time released? Should I just stop chewing, like snakes? Is that how they're so skinny? I dunno, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, if you're getting fat. Eat less. Unless it's because of birth control and I direct that towards the ladies. If it is, keep taking it - it shows your man you care.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-6557029343726752128?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6557029343726752128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=6557029343726752128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6557029343726752128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6557029343726752128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-to-my-eyes-tears-to-my-eyes.html' title='Tears to my eyes, tears to my eyes...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-5200683887403953537</id><published>2007-06-03T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:04:33.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When two become one?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm a girl. A girl of 28. An unmarried girl of 28. So of course I've been looking, always wanting more, always longing for (does that sound a bit like Black Velvet lyrics?) a wonderfully fantabulous piece of icing for my third finger on my left hand. My room mate was recently proposed to so I've seen lots and lots of rings and I think I've decided what I want for me. Yay. Now I just have to find a sweet unsuspecting guy to present it to me. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelcfina.com/ic/mcfina/sections/wedding_engagement_rings/wedding_engagement/rina_limor/:product/sku/18048700000430.html?block=1 "&gt;Heaven on my finger?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I want the fantasy proposal too! Is that too much to ask?! Maybe a beach and a setting sun? The way I see it, this will only happen once! The memory of the bended knee, the sweet words, all the thought and planning put into it to create a true fantasy will last a lifetime. The really hard part, of course, is building a truly happy marriage, deep in kindness, intimacy, and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-5200683887403953537?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5200683887403953537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=5200683887403953537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5200683887403953537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5200683887403953537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-two-become-one.html' title='When two become one?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-7712519717042194307</id><published>2007-05-07T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:30:00.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the sound of this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I got to thinking about all the bands I've seen live. I haven't seen that many, but all the performances I have seen have been fantastic. The atmosphere is so alive at shows. People are packed up against one another and everyone's so excited. There are thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands of people, individual and unique, from different hometowns, with different ideas in their minds but somehow they all pull the same words from their hearts and lift them in unison as the band plays. It's truly magical. I love concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCERTS&lt;/span&gt; I can remember seeing with as much of the details as I can recall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reba McEntire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooks and Dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denison, Texas&lt;br /&gt;My mom always got free tickets from work and she despised Reba so I always got the tickets. Hey, it was something to do in a small town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reba McEntire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Denison&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Some concert with my cousin Stefanie&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola Starplex, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest &lt;/span&gt;1995&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola Starplex, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hagfish, P.O.L, Deep Blue Something, Letters to Cleo, Adam Ant, The Nixons, Sponge, Veruca Salt, Blues Traveler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest &lt;/span&gt;1996&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola Starplex, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lush, The Nixons, Dog’s Eye View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; 1996&lt;br /&gt;Reunion Arena, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest&lt;/span&gt; 1997&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola Starplex, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INXS, Beck, Ben Folds Five, Cake, Moby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockfest&lt;/span&gt; 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt; Motor &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Speedway&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Fort   Worth&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting Crows, Wallflowers, Jewel, Collective Soul, No Doubt, Matchbox 20, Paula Cole, Bush, Soak, Souls, Sugar Ray, Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest&lt;/span&gt; 1999&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola Starplex, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin Star, Collective Soul, Eve 6, Goo Goo Dolls, The Nixons, Stabbing Westward, Toadies, Lit, Blink 182, Marvelous 3, Sponge, Local H, Dovetail Joint, Doosu, Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt; 2001&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ozzfest&lt;/span&gt;- Ozzy’s Day Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, Papa Roach, Linkin Park, Crazy Town, Black Label Society, Disturbed, The Union Underground, Systamatic, Drowning Pool, Nonpoint, American, Head Charge, Beautiful Creatures, Hatebreed, Pure Rubish, Mudvayne, Cold, No One, Spineshank, Taproot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MXPX&lt;/span&gt; 2005&lt;br /&gt;Featuring&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A Perfect Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Theater, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Grand   Prairie&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Edge Apartment Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking Benjamin, Vanished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest&lt;/span&gt; 13&lt;br /&gt;Smirnoff, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evanescence, Seether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny Chesney&lt;/span&gt; 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pizza&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hut&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Frisco&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt; 2006&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toby Lightman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Theater, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Grand   Prairie&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgefest 16&lt;/span&gt; 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pizza&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hut&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Frisco&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, which is relevant because this is my blog, Edgefest has gotten entirely too big. There’s no way you can listen to all these bands. There are four stages with someone on all four nearly the whole time. Its nuts and ridulous when you want to hear all the bands. We only saw the first seven bands on the list. I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Killers, My Chemical Romance, A.F.I., Muse, Blue October, Jet, Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;, Bowling for Soup, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Kaiser Chiefs, Sparta, Saosin, Bullet for My Valentine, Say Anything, Placebo, Finger Eleven, Miser, The Vanished, Madina Lake, Howling Bells, Forever the Sickest Kids, Dropping Daylight, Fair to Midland, The Barons, The Almost, Odis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Steffani&lt;/span&gt; 2007&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon, Lady Sovereign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smirnoff, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll update as I remember more of the bands that played at some of the concerts and as I attend more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-7712519717042194307?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7712519717042194307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=7712519717042194307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7712519717042194307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/7712519717042194307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-like-sound-of-this.html' title='I like the sound of this!!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-6665937899801431969</id><published>2007-04-12T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:17:03.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgefest 2007</title><content type='html'>When you look up excited in the dictionary, you should see a pic of me!! My boyfriend surprised me with Edgefest tickets in my Easter Basket... along with a cool new koozie and yummy delights!! Here's a line-up, of which I love them all!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=5789109"&gt;The Killers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v394/TheGabster/hearts24xc.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mychemicalromance"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/afi"&gt;A.F.I.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/muse"&gt;Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blueoctober"&gt;Blue October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jet"&gt;Jet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paparoach"&gt;Papa Roach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=5704115"&gt;Bowling for Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/redjumpsuit"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=28284323"&gt;Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=1102874"&gt;Sparta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/saosin"&gt;Saosin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bulletformyvalentine"&gt;Bullet for My Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sayanything"&gt;Say Anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/placebo"&gt;Placebo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fingereleven"&gt;Finger 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theataris"&gt;Ataris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite people are going too!! ROBERT&lt; HALEY&lt; MARK!!!! I'll let you know how it goes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-6665937899801431969?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6665937899801431969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=6665937899801431969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6665937899801431969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/6665937899801431969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/04/edgefest-2007.html' title='Edgefest 2007'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-5575686415666280377</id><published>2007-03-04T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:39:36.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke and Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You would think I would learn my lesson. Too much alcohol equals too much time on your knees in front of the toilet. Frownie face. It’s the shots, I tell you! But I did have fun while it lasted, amongst wonderful friends and a boyfriend to take care of me when my limit was reached…and then surpassed. We called it Spring Break practice. Two-A-Days for the partiers at heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of Spring Break, we are going to Port Aransas again this year. Haley’s family has a summer house a couple of blocks from the beach. Fun times while surely ensue. The cast is pretty much the same as it was last year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me- who is just along for the ride and oh what a ride it will be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Haley- my roommate and best friend, the gal who reminds me to have one more glass of wine and a cigarette&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mark- Haley’s fiancé and an all around great guy whose sensible head keeps us grounded and who solely keeps taps on the fun-o-meter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Robert- my main man, whose unpredictability is matched only with his desire and ability to make anyone smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John- younger cousin of Haley, sweet, sensitive, funny, teddy bearish&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eric- Mark’s younger brother who is searching for himself in all the wrong places, a good guy who may be afraid to admit it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asia- Mark and Haley’s boxer baby, rambunctious and so cute you just want to eat her up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;----And I may bring &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jericho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; or Chloe. I haven’t decided yet. So that’s all of us from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Denton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Then there are the girls from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Weimar&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; who are meeting us down there:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hannah, Katrina, Erica?, Jennifer?, and Chelsea- friends of Haley’s from high school and the most fun girls ever, so full of drama they put The Hills girls to shame. Yay! I can’t wait to see them again!! I wonder if Kelli is coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-5575686415666280377?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5575686415666280377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=5575686415666280377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5575686415666280377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/5575686415666280377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/puke-and-planning.html' title='Puke and Planning'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-117013030521494490</id><published>2007-01-29T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:11:45.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A drunk mans' words are a sober mans' thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closed mouth gathers no feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe everything you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-117013030521494490?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/117013030521494490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=117013030521494490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/117013030521494490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/117013030521494490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2007/01/drunk-mans-words-are-sober-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116668289120205954</id><published>2006-12-21T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:34:51.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Learning Style: Unconventional and Insightful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/infj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and ingenious. You're attracted to any field of study that lets you break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparative religions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116668289120205954?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116668289120205954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116668289120205954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116668289120205954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116668289120205954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmm'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116590804617509846</id><published>2006-12-12T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:31:46.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Pot</title><content type='html'>...or melting cauldron? I need to preface this post by saying that I'm not racist against Hispanic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/176000/176375AFHE_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/176000/176375AFHE_w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, our local Walmart decided to close their fabric department. For those of you who aren't avid sewing people, the fabric department has lots of bolts of fabric, ribbon, trim, and vinyl sold by the yard and loads of patterns at pretty good prices. Evidently Walmart stores without the fabric department make more of a profit, so out goes the department. That's fine, it's all about money, I can accept the fact that the Walmart Corporation needs to make a buck to fuel their world domination efforts.&lt;br /&gt;But what upsets me a bit is what is taking the fabric department's place. A Quinceanera Department and Pinata Party Supplies. ??? What is Quinceanera you might wonder (as was I). It is something like sweet 16 to white people, only it's when a little Hispanic child turns fifteen. Evidently it's kind of a big thing in Denton, Texas. Only I've never heard of it. &lt;br /&gt;Another reason to go to the Walmart in Hickory Creek for your shopping needs. Oh to be rich and be able to afford Albertson's or Kroger or even Central Market and avoid the whole Walmart clientele all together! One day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116590804617509846?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116590804617509846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116590804617509846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116590804617509846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116590804617509846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/melting-pot.html' title='Melting Pot'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116553817534730164</id><published>2006-12-07T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:36:15.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life can only be understood backwards but must be lived forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fortune Cookie from Red Peppers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116553817534730164?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116553817534730164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116553817534730164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116553817534730164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116553817534730164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-can-only-be-understood-backwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116503769013551040</id><published>2006-12-01T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:34:52.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead me to reason</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavy and I feel like I'm going to puke any second. Why is breaking up so hard? Especially if it's the right thing to do?! It is, right, it is the right thing. If it's right why does it feel so wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116503769013551040?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116503769013551040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116503769013551040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116503769013551040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116503769013551040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/lead-me-to-reason.html' title='Lead me to reason'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116485992566349093</id><published>2006-11-29T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:12:05.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can not move forward or back.  This is what is. What does it mean? Is this it? Why do I expect and hope and dream for more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116485992566349093?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116485992566349093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116485992566349093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116485992566349093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116485992566349093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-can-not-move-forward-or-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116227284076466864</id><published>2006-10-30T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:37:22.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>Holidays are a comin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1EQVX7OYJ6A97/ref=wl_web/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec3.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/gifts/registries/wishlist/v2/web/wl-btn-75-c._V52198553_.gif" width="75" alt="My Amazon.com Wish List" height="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116227284076466864?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116227284076466864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116227284076466864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116227284076466864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116227284076466864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116184425589665586</id><published>2006-10-26T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:33:31.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?</title><content type='html'>So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/span&gt; "Nothing Good About Goodbye" -Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;/span&gt; "Good Morning Beautiful -Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;/span&gt; "Total Eclipse of the Heart" -Bonnie Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;/span&gt; "You're So Vain" -Carly Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fight Song:&lt;/span&gt; "Underneath Your Clothes" -Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;/span&gt; "Wind of Change" -Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prom:&lt;/span&gt; "Brick" -Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Okay:&lt;/span&gt; "You Are Not Alone" -Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mental Breakdown: &lt;/span&gt;"A Place For My Head" -Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt; "Shame" -Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt; "Calling You" -Blue October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;/span&gt; "Such Great Heights" -The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wedding:&lt;/span&gt; "On My Own" -les Miserables Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;/span&gt; "I Have Loved You" -Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final Battle:&lt;/span&gt; "From the Window to the Wall" -No clue who sings this song or if that's the correct title...got it from Limewire. Love me some grindin music. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;/span&gt; "Nothing Compare to You" -Me First and the Gimme Gimmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;/span&gt; "What Have I Got to Lose" -Blessed Union of Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Scene:&lt;/span&gt; "My Immortal" -Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chillin:&lt;/span&gt; "I Told You So" -Bare Naked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Studying:&lt;/span&gt; "Seasons of Love" -RENT Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sleeping: &lt;/span&gt;"One By One All Day" -The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;End Credits:&lt;/span&gt; "Bend and Not Break" -Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the songs I would choose. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116184425589665586?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116184425589665586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116184425589665586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116184425589665586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116184425589665586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-your-life-was-movie-what-would.html' title='IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116165620590284904</id><published>2006-10-23T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:16:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Rome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/rome.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big city girl with a small town heart&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand&lt;br /&gt;And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116165620590284904?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116165620590284904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116165620590284904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116165620590284904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116165620590284904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-belong-in-rome-youre-big-city-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116158456901397256</id><published>2006-10-23T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:22:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh with my head on his chest I feel totally safe and content. Nothing can hurt me here. We lay together without separation. I try to stay awake to enjoy every moment with him but sleep steals my consciousness. I awake in the exact same position, nestled as close as I can get to this man. His breathing is regular and comforting and his arm is still on my shoulder, holding me, shielding me from the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116158456901397256?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116158456901397256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116158456901397256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116158456901397256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116158456901397256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-with-my-head-on-his-chest-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116158367661437739</id><published>2006-10-23T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:12:30.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty?</title><content type='html'>(Him) Let’s just have some lolly dolly times and not worry about things, you know where everything's just hunky dory.&lt;br /&gt;(Me) Everything can’t be hunky dory all the time.&lt;br /&gt;(Him) Why not?&lt;br /&gt;(Me) They just can’t. If something’s bothering you, we need to discuss it. Or if nothing’s bothering you we need to discuss that too. &lt;br /&gt;(Him) Do we have to talk about everything? Can’t it be hunky dory some of the time?&lt;br /&gt;(Me) It is hunky dory sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;(Him) No it’s not. It’s always something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lord, if I hear hunky dory again! A few months ago I felt our relationship get to that point where it wasn’t going forward, it was just at a stand still, the time in the relationship when you normally start having the ‘talk’.  We had been together about eight months and no firm feelings had been thrown out on the table, no talk of the future. I also sensed a change in him. Gone were the sweet little surprises he used to bring. The attention just went down. So I initiated the big talk. I said what I needed, he said what he needed…which was mainly more time to get over his ex. I don’t have a clue what’s going on. &lt;br /&gt;So here I am months later with no clearer an idea of where we stand or where we might be going. He says talking about it ruins the excitement of the unknown. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Anytime an issue comes up he refuses to talk to me, refuses to discuss it. Then two days later it’s as though nothing happened. I can’t just get over something without getting it out in the open and dealing with it. &lt;br /&gt;I obviously care about him. I just want him to try. In order to have an intimate relationship you have to communicate, verbally and physically. I don’t know what else to do to get him to open up to me. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he needs more time. He asked me how long it took for my ex to get over our relationship and I told him about a year. He said he only had six months to get over his before we started dating. So maybe he needs more time without me. Time to look inside himself and discover who he is…without a woman. &lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know. We can't stay where we are. A relationship is either moving forward or slipping back. You can't just stay the same. Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116158367661437739?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/empty' title='Empty?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116158367661437739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116158367661437739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116158367661437739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116158367661437739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/empty.html' title='Empty?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116114575521622564</id><published>2006-10-17T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:29:15.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>One of the things that girls start doing when they are wee little things besides begin to imagine what charactoristics their prince charming will have and precise wedding details is pick out names for their future children. Some of us have a lot longer to think about this than others. I, for one, have had and will have lots of time on my hands to ponder this. Here's what I've come up with so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For future Tricia little girls:&lt;br /&gt;Abigail&lt;br /&gt;Adaline&lt;br /&gt;Annabel Leigh (Yes, from the poem with different spelling)&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn&lt;br /&gt;Ava&lt;br /&gt;Caris&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;Gemma&lt;br /&gt;Genesie&lt;br /&gt;Gillian&lt;br /&gt;Kathlyn&lt;br /&gt;Loralei&lt;br /&gt;Marisol&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;br /&gt;Saige&lt;br /&gt;Sosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys:&lt;br /&gt;Finnegan&lt;br /&gt;Gemini&lt;br /&gt;Greer&lt;br /&gt;Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116114575521622564?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116114575521622564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116114575521622564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116114575521622564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116114575521622564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116114508345596294</id><published>2006-10-17T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:18:03.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/classicspoons.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/myimages/classicspoons.jpg" alt="I am a classic spoons!" border="0" height="324" width="225" vspace="4"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your own &lt;a href="http://www.evany.com/sleeptest/"&gt;pose&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116114508345596294?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116114508345596294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116114508345596294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116114508345596294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116114508345596294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-on.html' title='Right On'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-116063214001725520</id><published>2006-10-12T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:40:35.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it all.</title><content type='html'>“We don't need anything or anyone. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know how to say how I feel. Those three words are said too much, they're not enough” –Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me.” -Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be. Forever with you, forever in me, ever the same. Call on me. I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me. Forever it's you, forever in me, ever the same. You may need me there to carry all your weight but you're no burden I assure. You tide me over with a warmth I'll not forget but I can only give you love." -Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not understanding how you can’t be self aware enough to know how you feel about someone. You know if you love someone. You know if you don’t. Why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to say what I need to hear? &lt;br /&gt;What is it about girls and wanting a guy who will fight for us? Someone who will fight for not only us but for all that is good in the relationship?   &lt;br /&gt;I want it all. All of you. Not just the parts you want me to be a part of. Not just glimpses into your heart here and there. I want the whole of it. Parts you have never given to anyone. Parts you don't know exist. Parts that don't exist with out me. &lt;br /&gt;Let me in. Because I'm cold out here by myself. I've been knocking at your heart, waiting, waiting for you to tell me something, anything about how you feel. No more games. No more riddles. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm stuck in a box of MindTrap. Lost inside a mind with no map, searching for the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-116063214001725520?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116063214001725520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=116063214001725520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116063214001725520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/116063214001725520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-it-all.html' title='I want it all.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115941450734282919</id><published>2006-09-27T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:35:07.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback knows what a girl wants to hear.</title><content type='html'>And all I need is you&lt;br /&gt;Come please I’m calling&lt;br /&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I’m falling&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, this place, &lt;br /&gt;Misused, mistakes, &lt;br /&gt;Too long, too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115941450734282919?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115941450734282919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115941450734282919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115941450734282919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115941450734282919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/nickelback-knows-what-girl-wants-to.html' title='Nickelback knows what a girl wants to hear.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115941263503068633</id><published>2006-09-27T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:03:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual 1.0</title><content type='html'>If I leave the room during an argument I probably want you to care enough to follow me. I want you to find out what's the matter and make everything okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what a hug will do to diffuse a heated spat. No words, just a hug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you care about me, tell me, everyday, once an hour, or more as needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, pet my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115941263503068633?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115941263503068633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115941263503068633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115941263503068633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115941263503068633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/09/instruction-manual-10.html' title='Instruction Manual 1.0'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115679402697237096</id><published>2006-08-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:40:27.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Previous Page</title><content type='html'>Last night I was talking with Robert and started remembering all the wonderful books I read when I was growing up. Books I’ll never ever forget. Turns out we read a lot of the same ones. Here are a few of my favs (most with new covers) in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bordersstores.com/search/title_detail.jsp?id=50704499&amp;srchTerms=up+from+jericho+tel&amp;mediaType=1&amp;srchType=Keyword"&gt;Up From Jericho Tel&lt;/a&gt; (Yeah, I own a dog partially named after this book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780142400999&amp;itm=1"&gt;Otherwise Known As Sheila the Great&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?ean=9780142401019&amp;PWB=1&amp;z=y"&gt;Tells of a Fourth Grade Nothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckle Juice&lt;br /&gt;Are You There God? It's Me Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;Blubber&lt;br /&gt;It's Not the End of the World&lt;br /&gt;Then Again Maybe I Won't&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Staring Sally J Freedman as Herself&lt;br /&gt;The Outsiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?ean=9780142400982&amp;PWB=1&amp;z=y"&gt;Superfudge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780380899685&amp;itm=8"&gt;Chain Letter by Christopher Pike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780812510485&amp;itm=14"&gt;Season of Passage&lt;/a&gt; by Christopher Pike&lt;br /&gt;Weekend by Christopher Pike&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Drew Books&lt;br /&gt;That Was Then This Is Now&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Valley Twins&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Valley High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bordersstores.com/search/title_detail.jsp?id=2631717&amp;srchTerms=tallahassee+higgins&amp;mediaType=1&amp;srchType=Keyword"&gt;Tallahassee Higgins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RL Stine Books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115679402697237096?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115679402697237096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115679402697237096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115679402697237096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115679402697237096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/previous-page_28.html' title='The Previous Page'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115661471126715015</id><published>2006-08-26T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:51:57.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may find love in places you've already been.</title><content type='html'>Time is an awesome thing. It does what you want it to…it helps you forget. When you have a hard time, a broken heart, a broken spirit all you can do is wait for time to ease the pain. And when it does you’re able to hopefully move on to a better place in your life. I did. I moved on. &lt;br /&gt;But time also plays this crazy trick on me. It makes it hard to remember the heartache, the pain, the emptiness from my past and holds on only to the good times. This makes it difficult to look back at the forks in the road and tell myself the path I chose was the right one. &lt;br /&gt;I say all this to say that an ex of mine has created the life that we planned…only without the we…just he…and his new wife. He and I didn’t have a great relationship for many reasons. So I did what had to be done to keep any kind of self respect. I left. I moved back to Texas. So how can I look at his new life with anything but happiness for him? I don’t want to be her. &lt;br /&gt;They just had a new baby and they look so happy. They named it a name he and I had thought about naming one of our future kids. They have some of our same friends. The pictures are the same with her in them instead of me. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he’s the same with her as he was with me or if he’s worked out the inner demons that haunted him. You can’t tell anything from a picture. And you never truly know how things are in a relationship unless you’re the one in it. And then maybe you’re still not so sure. &lt;br /&gt;He seems to have all that I want. I’m ready to settle down with someone. I want children. I want our own home. I want a career that I enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;Time plays with you that way too. My biological clock or some kind of inner alarm is screaming it’s time! Two years ago all I wanted to do was have fun and for some reason now all I want is a family. Weird. And scary.&lt;br /&gt;To use the words of Charlotte from Sex and the City, “I’m tired of dating! I’ve been dating since I was fifteen! Where is he?” &lt;br /&gt;I guess only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115661471126715015?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115661471126715015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115661471126715015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115661471126715015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115661471126715015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-may-find-love-in-places-youve.html' title='You may find love in places you&apos;ve already been.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115591284317592807</id><published>2006-08-18T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:32:53.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the excessive misuse of ellipses...</title><content type='html'>I’m never moving again…where I do the physical labor, that is. I still haven’t unpacked everything…okay I haven’t really unpacked anything. But, I’m going to…one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/06/29/imageac115333-1a31-4013-9072-7468522d424c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/06/29/imageac115333-1a31-4013-9072-7468522d424c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why a picture of Johhny Depp is placed here other than the fact that he is hot. Haley, you asked what older men I would go for...this is the one. He's 43 and fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115591284317592807?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115591284317592807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115591284317592807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115591284317592807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115591284317592807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-excessive-misuse-of-ellipses.html' title='I love the excessive misuse of ellipses...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115213961951819545</id><published>2006-07-05T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:47:00.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reception and the Corn</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I traveled to a little town called Weimar with some friends. Haley, Mark, Robert, and I in my Civic for five hours. Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;We started off the weekend in a gas station restroom where Haley and I changed out of our travel clothes and donned our dresses for Haley’s friend Jackie’s wedding reception. There’s truly nothing scarier than trying not to let your bare feet touch the floor of the restroom while putting on a skirt. Step out of your shoe, put your foot through the skirt, balance, step back into your shoe, repeat. This warranted beers and cigarettes the rest of the drive there. It rained.&lt;br /&gt;The reception was nice, simple. The people were incredibly nice. Saw some of Haley’s friends I had met previously and met even more. My favorites included Lacy and her boyfriend who drove a cool old Jeep full of frosty Bud Light, Katrina of course, and Katrina’s date Nick who was a lot of fun. We withstood the flies buzzing outside and floated both kegs of “Bud Lite” and “Bud Wizer”. I think this may have contributed to my need to venture into the adjacent cornfield to ‘touch’ the corn. I had never seen corn up close before. Please note the last sentence of the previous paragraph. It was extremely muddy and we ended up stuck to our knees in the cornfield. Haley may or may not have lost her brown flip flops in the quick mud. I however was able to pull out my feet and reach into the mud and retrieve mine. I must ask, did you know that the corn grows low on the corn stalk as in near the roots? I thought it grew up at the top for some reason. Haley realized this before I did. We got two ears of corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115213961951819545?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115213961951819545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115213961951819545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115213961951819545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115213961951819545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/reception-and-corn.html' title='Reception and the Corn'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115196830150847054</id><published>2006-07-03T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:11:41.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what all my past failed relationships have in common? Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115196830150847054?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115196830150847054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115196830150847054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115196830150847054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115196830150847054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-what-all-my-past-failed.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115146334217645218</id><published>2006-06-27T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:09:18.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is when?</title><content type='html'>At what point in your life do you have to stop expecting the fairy tale and settle? Have you ever looked up and realized, this isn’t how my life is supposed to be? WTF happened? I was supposed to be happily married, have wonderful children, and a career. If I was running late at work I was supposed to call my husband and ask him to pick up the kids from daycare. I was supposed to give my kids bubble baths in our nice clean house, my husband and I were supposed to read them nighttime stories before bedtime, then make love before falling asleep in each others arms. I love you sweetie, I love you too. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115146334217645218?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115146334217645218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115146334217645218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115146334217645218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115146334217645218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-is-when.html' title='When is when?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115146261101271007</id><published>2006-06-27T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:43:31.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard a quote today that made me laugh...then pause and cry a little.&lt;br /&gt;"Marriage is like a three ring circus. There's the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really come to this? Are people meant to be together for their whole lives through? Can it really work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115146261101271007?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115146261101271007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115146261101271007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115146261101271007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115146261101271007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heard-quote-today-that-made-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-115024729372578418</id><published>2006-06-13T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:09:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Status?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/50/165261448_b4b7bfa691_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/165261448_b4b7bfa691_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I stole this from&lt;a href="http://groverflanagan.blogspot.com/"&gt; Andy's&lt;/a&gt; flickr page. It's a little hard to read. It's YOU in the middle, US in overlapping circles, and ME on the outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-115024729372578418?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/115024729372578418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=115024729372578418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115024729372578418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/115024729372578418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationship-status.html' title='Relationship Status?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114910186177963708</id><published>2006-05-31T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:57:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the last day</title><content type='html'>Moving is like childbirth. Over time you forget the pain and think, hmmm that wasn’t so bad…I could do it again. Then you start to pack and lift and move and you remember how horrible it is all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my lifelong possessions fit in a 10ft X 10ft storage unit. All my furniture and little here-and-yons, every picture to capture moments in my life, everything that is mine is in a space labeled storage unit 0410.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society puts so much pressure on us to have the most stylist clothes, best home furnishings, the latest electronics. But when all that stuff is in storage who do you become minus the stuff? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m at this really weird place in my life where I’m being stripped of all that I thought I was and forced to think about who I’m going to be. A crossroads I guess you could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go clean my empty apartment. It echoes when I talk. I’m going to miss this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114910186177963708?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114910186177963708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114910186177963708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114910186177963708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114910186177963708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-last-day.html' title='Today is the last day'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114868121246057881</id><published>2006-05-26T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:06:52.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm...</title><content type='html'>The Window Shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon- As opposed to deliberate, rash, bold, unpredictable, makes decisions faster and less carefully than the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle- As opposed to brutal, kind, considerate, less selfish than average, cares about the happiness of nearby people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love- As opposed to sex, love is your primary motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer- As opposed to master, relatively innocent, unjaded, possessing undiscovered potential, evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come. &lt;br /&gt;Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns. &lt;br /&gt;Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE: The Hornivore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy, The Boy Next Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114868121246057881?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114868121246057881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114868121246057881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114868121246057881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114868121246057881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-im_26.html' title='So I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114853447297764027</id><published>2006-05-25T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:21:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some of my favorite &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secrets&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.picturetrail.com/photoFlick/l_fadezoom.swf" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" FlashVars="img1=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604152.jpg&amp;img2=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604154.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604155.jpg&amp;img4=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604157.jpg&amp;img5=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604158.jpg&amp;img6=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604413.jpg&amp;img7=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604414.jpg&amp;img8=http://pic19.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1050/5008849/10404147/149604415.jpg" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="400" height="302" name="photoFlick" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114853447297764027?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114853447297764027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114853447297764027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114853447297764027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114853447297764027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-are-some-of-my-favorite-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114840972457656834</id><published>2006-05-23T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:42:06.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know me?</title><content type='html'>Find out &lt;a href="  http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060522194237-851842&amp; "&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114840972457656834?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114840972457656834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114840972457656834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114840972457656834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114840972457656834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How well do you know me?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114828299843898641</id><published>2006-05-22T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:43:15.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thought I didn't want to go...</title><content type='html'>Robert took me to see James Blunt on Monday night at Nokia Theater in Grand Prairie. Took me a bit of time to get there from Denton, one: because I'm horrible with directions, two: because I'm a horrible driver.&lt;br /&gt;We originally had tickets that were, let's just say, not very great. But, due to Robert's gift of gab, we were thrown from the nose bleed section to being nose to nose with Mr. Blunt in the pitt. It was a wonderful experience, swaying to the music with a great guy's arms around me, feeling the excitement of all the fans packed in next to us, good times, good times. James Blunt seemed a bit shy, in a cute way. But, I will say this, he put his heart into each song he sang. Gotta say my favorite song he performed, besides Beautiful of course, was Tears and Rain. Must download immediately, if not sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't excited about this concert but Robert wanted to go so we went. Turned out to be one of the best concerts I've been too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Robert, for an experience I won't ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="mms://a734.v91390.c9139.g.vm.akamaistream.net/7/734/9139/v0001/stream.wmg.com/wmi/uk/jamesblunt/GoodbyeMyLoverv_Hi.asf" showstatusbar="1" autostart="1" width="320" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcplanets.com&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.oh-real-estate.com&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Columbus Real Estate&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.linkchaos.com/imagehost&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Free Image Host&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double click on the video to view full size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114828299843898641?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114828368964919606</id><published>2006-05-22T02:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:41:29.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/DSCF0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/DSCF0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/james%20blunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/james%20blunt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114828368964919606?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114828368964919606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114828368964919606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114828368964919606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114828368964919606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/pics-from-james-blunt.html' title='Pics from James Blunt'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114781903080976246</id><published>2006-05-16T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:37:10.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, i do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 72% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114781903080976246?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114781903080976246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114781903080976246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781903080976246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781903080976246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-i-do.html' title='Yeah, i do!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114781845868255380</id><published>2006-05-16T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:27:39.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death10.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can pass this guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114781845868255380?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114781845868255380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114781845868255380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781845868255380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781845868255380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114781782962958735</id><published>2006-05-16T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:17:10.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You just thought you could escape...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114781782962958735?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114781782962958735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114781782962958735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781782962958735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114781782962958735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-just-thought-you-could-escape.html' title='You just thought you could escape...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114707254577057721</id><published>2006-05-08T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:15:45.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunately, my parents taught me to question everything.</title><content type='html'>A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.                                                                                        –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#675"&gt;Edward Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...History shows that ... (people) can be deflected from their natural tendencies by artful propaganda, bogus crises, or other political trickery.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#1129"&gt;Robert Higgs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power always thinks...that it is doing God's service when it is violating all his laws.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#967"&gt;John Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can tell you this: If I’m ever in a position to call the shots, I’m not going to rush to send somebody else’s kids into a war.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#808"&gt;George H. W. Bush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing someone is the ultimate crime, while on the other hand, killing someone in uniform is fulfillment of duty.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#1042"&gt;Ramman Kenoun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History teaches that war begins when governments believe the price of aggression is cheap.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#538"&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#594"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Loyalty to the country always. Loyalty to the government when it deserves it.                                                                                        –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#971"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.                                                                   –                          &lt;a class="quoteauthor" href="http://antiwar.com/quotes.php#582"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War creates peace like hate creates love. - David L. Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's worried about stopping terrorism. Well, there's a really easy way: stop participating in it. - Noam Chomsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114707254577057721?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114707254577057721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114707254577057721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114707254577057721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114707254577057721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfortunately-my-parents-taught-me-to.html' title='Unfortunately, my parents taught me to question everything.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114664766736761842</id><published>2006-05-03T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:14:27.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Carrie Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/texasgurl/carrienecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/texasgurl/carrienecklace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires will come to you&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star as dreamers do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished it and it became real. Someone was interested in me enough to take a peek at these online scribblings and take note of a certain something I said I wanted a while back. Oh, warm fuzzy feeling accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114664766736761842?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114664766736761842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114664766736761842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114664766736761842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114664766736761842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-carrie-necklace.html' title='My Carrie Necklace'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114647282217823422</id><published>2006-05-01T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:41:47.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presently Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s amazing how much you can look past if there is greatness. My ex and I never argued. When we were together, we were together in that moment. We laughed, we slept, we loved, we had moments that were surreal to me. I've got archives upon archives of us. There was good stuff there. It made it easy to ignore his love for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said this so many times before. The timing was right. He needed someone to help him through a moment in his life and I needed someone to remind me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then there was the time he said he couldn't love me the way I needed to be loved. He moved on, up, away. So who's gonna love me the way I need to be loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe, just, maybe that person is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say, what was so great about your relationship? It seems like you loved him and he loved her and no one was happy. Looking from the outside in, that's what I would say too. But I was in it and the feelings were real, maybe they weren't right, but they were real. You weren't there. All I can say is I was Happy Me. Remember her? Yeah, me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, when will I get over this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114647282217823422?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114647282217823422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114647282217823422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114647282217823422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114647282217823422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/presently-past.html' title='Presently Past'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114647168175058142</id><published>2006-05-01T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:21:21.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late? It's kind of hard to talk right now. Honey why are you crying is everything okay? I’ve got to whisper because I can't be too loud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room. Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It's really good to hear your voice saying my name. It sounds so sweet coming from the lips of an angel. Hearing those words it makes me weak and I never want to say goodbye. But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an Angel by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hindermusic"&gt;Hinder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived this. And still a part of me loves that man. Possibly the best times of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114647168175058142?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114647168175058142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114647168175058142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114647168175058142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114647168175058142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/05/honey-why-are-you-calling-me-so-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114599549135028813</id><published>2006-04-25T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:07:34.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I want... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…someone who will take me in his arms in the pouring rain and kiss me. Someone who will pet my hair. Someone who will casually touch my arm, or back, or whisper in my ear while we’re in public. Someone who will let me jump into bed on a winter night, allow me to put my cold feet between his legs, and spoon with me until I’m warm again. Someone who will sweep me off my feet today, tomorrow and the rest of my life. Someone to laugh with, someone to cry with, and someone to say it will all be okay…and mean it. Someone I can make happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…someone to be a better person for. Someone who really and truly loves me for me. Someone who will comfort me during and after scary movies, and someone I can comfort too. Someone who will have fun taking dance lessons with me and who will want to go out and show off our moves. Someone who will tell me their deepest secrets and most extravagant goals. Someone who will let me lay in their nook. Someone who will greet me with a kiss every time he sees me. Someone to lie in bed with and tickle, giggle, and chat with all night. Someone to walk hand in hand with along the beach at sunset. Someone whose love won’t fade with time but will grow deeper with each passing day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want…&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…surprises, thoughtfulness, and over the top romance. Someone who will open my car door for me every time, even when we’re 80. I want that warm fuzzy feeling. I want to scream from the rooftops that I love him. I want to feel giggly in-love with butterflies in my stomach. To cook together while sipping wine. To sing as loud as we can to really bad 80’s music. To go on road trips to anywhere. To look at the clock ever five seconds until the time I can see him again. I want someone I can cherish and love. I want to feel warm and secure wrapped with in-love happiness. I want someone who will help me love again. I want to get flowers delivered to me for no reason other than I’m his princess. Someone who will write me love letters, spilling their heart onto paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…someone to give me the fairy tale. Someone who makes me feel like the only person in the room. Someone who will try to think before they speak. Someone who wants a family with me. Someone who will get just as excited as I will over tiny baby socks and nursery deco. Someone who wants to share in the birth of our child and count down the days in excitement. Someone who is patient and kind and wants to be a wonderful husband and father. Someone responsible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…to feel what it’s like to see my love reflected in his eyes. I want someone who doesn’t think my dream engagement ring is a joke. I want someone who appreciates me. I want someone to love today, tomorrow, and forever. I want to be able to trust someone with my intimate desires and fantasies and for them to be willing to fulfill them and visa versa. Someone who is patient and kind. Someone who will put up with my princess complex because it’s not going to go away. I want someone to be faithful to. I want someone I can surprise with little gifts. I want someone to create a safe, happy, loving home with. I want &lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/flash/index.html"&gt;someone &lt;/a&gt;who won’t &lt;a href="http://www.john-mayer-lyrics.com/room-for-squares/your-body-is-a-wonderland.shtml"&gt;let my head hit the bed &lt;/a&gt;without his hand behind it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missjeni.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-know-i-should-be-sleeping-early.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want it all. And I want it just like that.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114599549135028813?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114599549135028813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114599549135028813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114599549135028813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114599549135028813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/wishful-wanting.html' title='Wishful Wanting'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114568743645503624</id><published>2006-04-22T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:20:40.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De minnaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more time I spend with him the more time it takes to get him out of my head when he leaves. He would do anything I asked. He says he would never hurt me. He’s handsome. I would go dancing with him anywhere even though I look a fool when I dance. He knows things I don’t. I introduced him to my family. No one else can piss me off as much as he does with one word. He can make me melt with one look, one touch. He says I'm beautiful. I trust him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114568743645503624?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114568743645503624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114568743645503624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114568743645503624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114568743645503624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/de-minnaar.html' title='De minnaar'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114568644466475897</id><published>2006-04-22T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:14:04.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolving Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a year. My rental agreement is up next month. It’s been fun, but like all good things, they must come to an end. Isn’t that the most depressing quote ever?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few things I’ll miss about my apartment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PEOPLE of building 4. Without them I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I love them all and I’ve come to realize the neighbor I thought I despised is one of the one’s I’ll miss the most. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pool and hot tub. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The back stairs where we all seem to congregate to let the dogs out, drink, smoke, talk, make out, gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Robert and I were standing outside letting my dogs out one night and I looked up and could clear as day see into the apartment above Mark and Haley’s. It was empty, Collin had moved out a few days earlier. And it hit me. Our lives are like apartment buildings. People move into our lives, stay awhile, make some changes, and move out. Sometimes leaving a vacant room that no one else can fill. Other times making room for someone who will just as easily slip out of our lives as they slipped in. In and out. Sometimes we’re the one who packs up and leaves, moving on to sign a new lease on life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114568644466475897?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114568644466475897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114568644466475897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114568644466475897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114568644466475897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/revolving-doors.html' title='Revolving Doors'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114497865434141578</id><published>2006-04-13T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:38:28.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drunk Dialing may in fact be the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no room in the present for the past. Let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114497865434141578?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114497865434141578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114497865434141578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114497865434141578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114497865434141578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/drunk-dialing-may-in-fact-be-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114403806876616331</id><published>2006-04-02T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:21:08.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently some friends of mine found my old archives and have been catching up on my past. As Mark says, I advertise my blog so I must want people to read it. The thing is I never really thought about people reading my old feelings and thoughts until he said that. Not sure why I was advertising it. Maybe because lately I haven't been sharing the deep me like I used to. So, no more advertising for me.&lt;br /&gt;While reading back through the old junk, I came across this wonderful post that I want to repost. It's just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk! Don’t try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. When people can walk away from you: let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. It doesn't mean they are a bad person, it just means their part in your life is over. And you've got to know when a person’s part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!&lt;br /&gt;If you’re holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to…LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains…LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be just that: the past. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114403806876616331?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114403806876616331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114403806876616331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114403806876616331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114403806876616331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/04/recently-some-friends-of-mine-found-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114072248523264495</id><published>2006-02-23T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:21:25.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so I took the last few days off from work. I don't know what's going on with me, I just don't feel well. I'm going to the doctor this afternoon. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like time is passing me by. My parents keep calling me wondering when I'm going to enter into adulthood. I don't have an answer for them. I've posted my resume on Monster, Career Builder, and some others in hopes of finding something by June (when they cut me off).  The job I have now just won't pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;"That's the thing with needs. Sometimes after they're met, we don't need them anymore." A great quote from my favorite HBO series. It seems like I want something so bad until I get it, and then what?&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2004. I miss the way I was. I miss that feeling. I miss my best friend, even though we are so very different.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's nearly March. Wasn't it just New Years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----***----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you and your family, Haley. Everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114072248523264495?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114072248523264495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114072248523264495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114072248523264495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114072248523264495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-so-i-took-last-few-days-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114072180879387830</id><published>2006-02-23T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:10:08.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some boys/girls making out...yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00000/49/86/396894_m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00000/49/86/396894_m.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/musichighlights2002gimage3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/musichighlights2002gimage3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/3317876_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/3317876_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/744927_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/744927_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/109666_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/109666_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/240501_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/240501_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00007/73/77/7597737_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00007/73/77/7597737_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00000/15/92/162951_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00000/15/92/162951_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00006/90/44/6694409_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00006/90/44/6694409_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so THIS is my porn. Just making out and feeling up, don't need to see anything more than that. What excites you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114072180879387830?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114072180879387830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114072180879387830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114072180879387830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114072180879387830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-me-some-boysgirls-making-outyum.html' title='I love me some boys/girls making out...yum'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114066784943505462</id><published>2006-02-22T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:10:50.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space Comment</title><content type='html'>"You're as sweet as Tennessee whiskey. You're as smooth as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy and I stay stoned from your smile all the time." - Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114066784943505462?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114066784943505462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114066784943505462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114066784943505462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114066784943505462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-space-comment.html' title='My Space Comment'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114007965822026545</id><published>2006-02-16T02:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:48:15.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, slut UPDATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://digallagher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ignorance is Bliss&lt;/a&gt; informed me of a game she played before she met her husband. It's called &lt;a href="http://digallagher.blogspot.com/2004/10/alphabet.html"&gt;Sleeping Your Way Through the Alphabet&lt;/a&gt;. The goal is simple. Sleep with a variety of people whose names begin with different letters of the alphabet until the alphabet chart is full, or die trying. Yay, a project! Welp, looks like I've got quite a task ahead of me. I've got an added goal of not being infected with any diseases and not becoming emotionally attached to each letter. Wonder if nice clean cybersex counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Aaron&lt;br /&gt;C- Clint&lt;br /&gt;J- Jason&lt;br /&gt;N- Nick&lt;br /&gt;R- R1) Rob R2) Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I feel like my alphabet is lacking. Sleeping with two R guys (two Roberts no less) didn't help things out much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update as needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114007965822026545?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114007965822026545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114007965822026545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114007965822026545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114007965822026545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/abc-slut-updated.html' title='ABC, slut UPDATED'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-114005581050080489</id><published>2006-02-15T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:12:57.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't go back so might as well step forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So easy to say, so difficult to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;If I could tell him just one thing it would be: it will be okay. I want to tell him no one will ever hurt him again. I want to kiss away his tears and erase the pain in his heart. Most of all I want to promise him a tomorrow so grand it will wipe away the heartache of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-114005581050080489?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/114005581050080489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=114005581050080489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114005581050080489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/114005581050080489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-cant-go-back-so-might-as-well-step.html' title='You can&apos;t go back so might as well step forward.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113945608488222476</id><published>2006-02-08T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:35:24.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>1. last cigarette: Monday, thanks to Emma&lt;br /&gt;2. last beverage: Sweet Tea from Chik Fil A&lt;br /&gt;3. last movie seen: Waiting&lt;br /&gt;4. last cd played: Ashley's Country Mix&lt;br /&gt;5. last bubble bath: Last week sometime&lt;br /&gt;6. last phone call: Robert&lt;br /&gt;7. last kiss: This morning when I opened my eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;8. last hug: Paige&lt;br /&gt;9: Last person you said I love you to: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*have you evers*&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever dated someone twice: ? Not sure what this means?&lt;br /&gt;2. have you ever skinny dipped: Yes and when it was raining&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever fallen in love: Yup&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever lost someone you loved: No one I've ever really loved has died, but I have 'lost' some people I love emotionally&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been depressed: Fun times&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever been drunk and thrown up: Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;8. have you ever danced in the rain: One of my favorite things is RAIN! Love to kiss in the rain, dance in the rain, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7 states you've been to*&lt;br /&gt;1. Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;2. Florida&lt;br /&gt;3. Colorado&lt;br /&gt;4. New York&lt;br /&gt;5. Massachusets&lt;br /&gt;6. New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;7. New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 6 things you've done today*&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up next to someone&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang 'Where is Thumbkin"&lt;br /&gt;3. Took a nap&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched LOST&lt;br /&gt;5. Burned DVDs I rented&lt;br /&gt;6. Spoke to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 favorite things in no order*&lt;br /&gt;1. Text Messages&lt;br /&gt;2. Hand Written Love Letters&lt;br /&gt;3. My Dogs&lt;br /&gt;4. Kissing/cuddling/sexing&lt;br /&gt;5. Mexican Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 people you can tell pretty much anything to*&lt;br /&gt;1. Ardra&lt;br /&gt;2. Haley&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick&lt;br /&gt;4. Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 wishes*&lt;br /&gt;1. That money wouldn't matter so much to people&lt;br /&gt;2. For everyone to want to go out tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace- for Ardra with her grandmother so ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 things you want to do before you die*&lt;br /&gt;1. Work in a job that I really enjoy and can help others&lt;br /&gt;2. Be truly loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 thing you regret*&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting married so young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113945608488222476?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113945608488222476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113945608488222476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113945608488222476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113945608488222476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113885615991449097</id><published>2006-02-01T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:55:59.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLING and ICING for ME</title><content type='html'>I've been watching a lot of my old Sex and the City DVDs and love Carrie's jewerly.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel the need to make my life grand, here are some things you can surprise me with.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elimjewelry.com/product/product_pic/20000240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.elimjewelry.com/product/product_pic/20000240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cool Carrie necklace. Only mine could say Tricia, with a 16 inch chain please. Aren't surprises neato?! I mean, there's nothing better than getting something you've said you wanted...as a surprise gift. And everyday is gift day, am I right ladies?&lt;br /&gt;Here's another necklace that would make my year, also from the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/store1.yimg.com/I/overstockjeweler_1879_11037541"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/store1.yimg.com/I/overstockjeweler_1879_11037541" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one looks great in a set of three. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113885615991449097?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113885615991449097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113885615991449097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113885615991449097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113885615991449097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/02/bling-and-icing-for-me.html' title='BLING and ICING for ME'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113876700743713017</id><published>2006-01-31T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:10:50.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated?</title><content type='html'>Did you ever feel lost like you don't have a soul? Like there's nothing left, just a big empty hole? Like your only purpose in life has been defeated? But doesn't it feel as if you've been cheated? Well I guess if you want you can hide in the dark, you can lie to yourself until you just fall apart. And you can run from your feelings until you forget. But that hasn't happened yet.  I'm shaking like I haven't eaten for days. I'm not going numb. I'm not in a phase. I'm not going to think about how wrong this seems. But could this only be a dream? The more I know it the more that I think, if I block it out, my mood would just sink. Why's it so bad and what can I do? I feel so distraught I don't have a clue. Even though its been awhile I still wave and you still smile. But you know what I go through. Because you always get to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel lost like you don't have soul? Like there's nothing left, just a big empty hole? Like your only purpose in life has been defeated? But doesn't it feel as if you've been cheated? Well I guess if you want you can hide in the dark, you can lie to yourself until you just fall apart, and you can run from your feelings until you forget. But that hasn't happened yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113876700743713017?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=8650454&amp;a=1' title='Defeated?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113876700743713017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113876700743713017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113876700743713017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113876700743713017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/defeated.html' title='Defeated?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113866612882736145</id><published>2006-01-30T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:59:48.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was getting all the brats lined up to go outside when this transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we don't line up quitely, we can sit down and try it again. And I want to go outside and play." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, 'cause the brain is the boss of us," yelled Landon from the middle of the line.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, our brains are the boss of us and we have to make good choices with our brains," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"NO! No, the HEART is the boss of us!" Emma corrected.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, I don't know what to say to that. Let's go outside, " I said as I rushed the kids out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chitlens are too smart for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113866612882736145?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113866612882736145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113866612882736145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113866612882736145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113866612882736145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-getting-all-brats-lined-up-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113858761254233318</id><published>2006-01-29T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:20:13.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbits minus the hairy feet</title><content type='html'>So I’ve started working with small humans. They were really annoying at first but now they are just so adorable. The more I teach them, the more they want to know. It’s like they are little sponges, sucking up all the wet knowledge their little minds can hold.&lt;br /&gt;So far, thanks to my amazing teaching talents, my little human beings have learned how to write their full names (first, middle, and last), 12 shapes (including hexagon, pentagon, and octagon), all the letters (upper and lower case) and vowels, and they are in the process of learning their phone numbers. Smart little bastards, aren’t they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113858761254233318?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113858761254233318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113858761254233318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113858761254233318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113858761254233318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/hobbits-minus-hairy-feet.html' title='Hobbits minus the hairy feet'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113815050080886355</id><published>2006-01-24T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:55:00.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You know it's not your style but it's right there and you try it on anyway."- Carrie, Sex and the city</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I’ve safely closed off my heart, something horrible happens. I start having feelings for someone who is all wrong for me. Someone a lot younger. Someone just out of a painful divorce. Someone with children! Someone I would have never pictured myself crushing on.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t get him out of my head. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113815050080886355?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113815050080886355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113815050080886355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113815050080886355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113815050080886355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-its-not-your-style-but-its.html' title='&quot;You know it&apos;s not your style but it&apos;s right there and you try it on anyway.&quot;- Carrie, Sex and the city'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113814953730493492</id><published>2006-01-24T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:38:57.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall?</title><content type='html'>Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you. By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. Backbeat the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. And all the roads we have to walk along are winding. And all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how. Because maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113814953730493492?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oasisinet.com/site.php' title='Wonderwall?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113814953730493492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113814953730493492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113814953730493492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113814953730493492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113660382461991973</id><published>2006-01-06T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:20:10.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Carpet Ride</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on here. I've been a little addicted to My Space. I remember when I used to think My Spacer's were idiots and Blogger people were cool. I thought that only because I hadn't given My Space a chance. Once you do, it's just like Blogger...it takes over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new LG phone accidently fell into a glass of red wine the other night and isn't functioning. I have to send it back to the LG people and they said they would send me a refurbished one that works. Great. A phone that someone else sent back and they fixed. Just what I wanted. I did just pay $250.00 for a new phone, dammit. So, anywho, I had to get my old flip phone activated while my LG goes back to its home to be torn down to parts. No need to fret, my pets, I'm still readily accessible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ardra, for helping me out the other evening...for calling Haley, to call me, so I could call Robert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't been up to much, just going to Denton and hanging out with friends there and perhaps drinking a bit here and there and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to see a friend in pain. I wish I could say or do something that could take away their problems. Guys and girls are so different and we are all at different points in our lives. Is it even possible to have an easy intimate relationship? Paige, if you're reading this: I wish I could take this time in your life and make it full of love and laughter and everything you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113660382461991973?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113660382461991973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113660382461991973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113660382461991973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113660382461991973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/magic-carpet-ride.html' title='Magic Carpet Ride'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113625907600251372</id><published>2006-01-02T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:31:16.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space: Bringing Friends Together, One Friend at a Time!</title><content type='html'>I met three people off My Space for the first time on New Years. One of them I had seen on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/haleyjane9"&gt;Haley&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/markntexas81"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cowboyrobert"&gt;Robert&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=46104008"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;'s friends lists. The thing is she was standing right in front of all of them outside at Lucky Lou's and I'M the one who noticed her and said, "Hey, you're &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sowk"&gt;Elisabet&lt;/a&gt; from My Space!" Then, they all said hi to her. Turns out she went to middle school with &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=25051437"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;The other guy I met was &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=5625451"&gt;Chad&lt;/a&gt;, who I added to my friends list about three months ago. I found him by doing a search for Denison High School graduates. He seemed cool so I asked him to be my friend. I've been periodically reading his profile and bulletins since. He was also outside at Lou's when I recognized him. His friend Jacky who was with him is also on My Space as &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=14722537&amp;amp;MyToken=ecae8ad7-c3ba-4342-9d44-24b725a0da12"&gt;Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;. They all seemed like super neat-o people.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome getting to actually meet people from the net. It was like two worlds colliding though. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113625907600251372?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113625907600251372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113625907600251372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113625907600251372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113625907600251372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-space-bringing-friends-together-one.html' title='My Space: Bringing Friends Together, One Friend at a Time!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113541305283177627</id><published>2005-12-24T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:33:12.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Holidays, Sinners!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I hope everyone has a wonderful yuletide season, even if you don't consider this a religious holiday. Enjoy yourselves, frolick, play, be young again...and try not to kill your family. Keep in mind you'll be going back to the sanctity of your own home in days. Then all will be right in the world again. Except for you, Tinkerbell, you'll be back here in Texas without your man again. &lt;br /&gt;Be safe, eat past your fill, sleep in, and take in the holiday as you did when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, will have limited internet and cellphone access here in Denison (BFE). My parents live out in the country where no satalite has ventured before.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Andy, that was the most thoughful gift anyone has ever sent me. Kiss kiss (if only you were really here)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS Ardra I wish you were here. :,(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113541305283177627?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113541305283177627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113541305283177627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113541305283177627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113541305283177627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-holidays-sinners.html' title='Merry Holidays, Sinners!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113496747915163755</id><published>2005-12-18T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:47:15.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Texasgurl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday old lady!! I hate that I can't be there, but hopefully breaking into your blog will make up for it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texasgurl, born December 19, 1978. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, how the time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cake for you! I would have made you a real one and shipped it, but I don't think it would make it there in one piece :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you oh so much!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Ardra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113496747915163755?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113496747915163755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113496747915163755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113496747915163755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113496747915163755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-texasgurl.html' title='Happy Birthday Texasgurl!!!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113454648012248048</id><published>2005-12-14T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:48:00.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I would do things for money '30%' of the time according to &lt;a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/wouldyouquiz.php"&gt;The What Would You Do For $1 Million Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113454648012248048?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113454648012248048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113454648012248048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113454648012248048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113454648012248048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-would-do-things-for-money-30-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113436657555965831</id><published>2005-12-11T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:49:37.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/jared_leto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/400/jared_leto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was super sick a couple of weekends ago when &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/30secondstomars"&gt;30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/a&gt; played in Fort Worth. I missed their concert that I totally had tickets for. Atleast Paige and Marta got to go and be my eyes and ears, but that's not ENOUGH. I'm kicking myself. I did feel miserable but now I'm thinking I just should have stuffed tissues up my nose, over dosed on dayquil, and GONE! &lt;br /&gt;Another thing in my life I freaking regret. Add it to the list. Lord, he's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113436657555965831?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113436657555965831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113436657555965831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113436657555965831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113436657555965831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/hindsight.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113436456307782516</id><published>2005-12-11T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:21:15.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight dope, fo sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/i%20got%20fired%20for%20blogging.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/i%20got%20fired%20for%20blogging.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/1600/i%20blog%20at%20work.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7945/447/320/i%20blog%20at%20work.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy 'em &lt;a href="http://solotees.com/shirt.php?shirt_id=7#"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113436456307782516?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113436456307782516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113436456307782516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113436456307782516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113436456307782516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/straight-dope-fo-sure.html' title='Straight dope, fo sure'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113411482087065264</id><published>2005-12-09T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:53:40.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear what I hear?</title><content type='html'>My upstairs neighbors got a cute little puppy. They named her, “NO, MISSY!” She enjoys playing in her room (the bathroom) all night long with some heavy rolling toy. The reverberations from her whining and scratching at the door have become like a lullaby, really. A lullaby that helps you drift into a state somewhere between true sleep and awakedom. Into a place where insane killers probably get their ideas for horrific evil plots. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I’m visiting my parents’ this weekend. Two nights in the country with only crickets and coyotes’ sounds to lull me to comforting sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and I are going Christmas shopping too. Yay! Maybe it will get me more in the holiday spirit. I’ve been such a grouch this year. Bah, humbug. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been studying for the &lt;a href="http://www.ets.org/portal/site/ets/menuitem.1488512ecfd5b8849a77b13bc3921509/?vgnextoid=e1a52d3631df4010VgnVCM10000022f95190RCRD&amp;vgnextchannel=6ef946f1674f4010VgnVCM10000022f95190RCRD"&gt;GRE Psychology Edition&lt;/a&gt;. My test is sometime next semester. I’m a little worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113411482087065264?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113411482087065264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113411482087065264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113411482087065264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113411482087065264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do you hear what I hear?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113392846121605065</id><published>2005-12-06T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:16:19.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for later</title><content type='html'>Great. Yet another way to waste my life on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/p.php?id=118503017&amp;l=5bcd61a4d2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;: An online directory that connects people through social networks at schools. Kind of like My Space only not as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/txgurlblogger"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;: A place for friends. Really it's a neat place to find cool new bands and make goofy comments on your friends' profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=4009742820890142068"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt;: A Google version of My Space. It's global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txgurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;: 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://listsofbests.com/profile.cgi?id=1774"&gt;List of Bests&lt;/a&gt;: The purpose is to provide a one-stop shop to find all the "best of" books, music, and movie lists. But wait! Not only are they providing the lists, they're also providing a way for you to keep track of the books you've read, the CDs you've listened to, and the movies you've watched from the lists. You'll have an easy way to see what holes you need to fill in for each list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetc.com/"&gt;Poetry In Motion&lt;/a&gt;: Artsy time stealer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113392846121605065?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113392846121605065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113392846121605065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113392846121605065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113392846121605065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-time-for-later.html' title='No time for later'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113354227161619391</id><published>2005-12-02T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:51:15.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Begin rant.</title><content type='html'>Okay, what happened to the fat, black girl on The View? She lost ALOT of weight. Holy cow. I just caught an episode after a couple of years absense and goodness. Star Jones Reynolds, evidently she got married too. She was a lovely chubby person and now her hairline has receded with the huge weight loss and she just looks sick.&lt;br /&gt;Also, what happened to the daughter from Reba, the younger one with long red hair? Skin and bones I tell you! She's in eating rehab. That explains why she hasn't been on the show for a while. I miss her smart comebacks. Hopefully, she'll make one in real life. Eat people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113354227161619391?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113354227161619391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113354227161619391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113354227161619391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113354227161619391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/12/begin-rant.html' title='*Begin rant.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113338985030932679</id><published>2005-11-30T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:30:50.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Money Impaired</title><content type='html'>I'm sick with some kind of snotty illness. And I don't have any money. Well, I do have like 20 dollars. Three weeks until Christmas. I need a JOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113338985030932679?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113338985030932679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113338985030932679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113338985030932679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113338985030932679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/sick-and-money-impaired.html' title='Sick and Money Impaired'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113268249813594215</id><published>2005-11-22T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:01:38.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone has a wonderful Turkey Day! I'm off to Denison (BFE) where internet doesn't exist so I'll be out of the loop until Friday night. Catch up soon!! Please be safe and don't lose your heads this holiday season. Kiss kiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113268249813594215?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113268249813594215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113268249813594215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113268249813594215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113268249813594215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113237769357927841</id><published>2005-11-18T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:14:48.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue says, "</title><content type='html'>...You live alone! You should be getting laid all the time. It doesn’t matter if it’s with a hot chick. You can get with the nasty ones. No one will know.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lawd. So this is what guys talk about. Oh and I also found out I'm half hippy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113237769357927841?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113237769357927841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113237769357927841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113237769357927841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113237769357927841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-says.html' title='Blue says, &quot;'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113237725401050909</id><published>2005-11-18T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:45:17.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Head and Shoulders, Paws and Tails</title><content type='html'>I’m doing a little dog sitting while Paige is in Lubbock for the weekend. That means I get Belle (you might remember her as Piper, Fancy, or Piper-Fancy-Belle) for a couple of days. She’s such a sweetie pie. I took her to the lake this evening. I wanted to get some pics of the sunset over the water and I new she would have fun running around and playing in the water. My dogs don’t listen off their leashes and they get stickers all in the hair on their legs which is a huge pain in the butt picking out. So Belle-arina is the perfect pup for beach outings. &lt;br /&gt;Funny things happened when I got home and she jumped into the bathtub for her bath. Jericho (who usually ‘puts up with’ his baths) got jealous that Belle was having her bath first. Jericho didn’t even need a bath; he didn’t go to the lake and get all lake water-y. He usually gets his bath first and then Chloe gets hers so he was a little confused as to why Belle was chillin’ in his spa. So he jumps into the bathtub while I was lathering Belle up with the Head and Shoulders. Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113237725401050909?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113237725401050909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113237725401050909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113237725401050909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113237725401050909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/head-and-shoulders-paws-and-tails.html' title='Head and Shoulders, Paws and Tails'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113225215053186301</id><published>2005-11-17T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:30:37.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke as a Joke</title><content type='html'>I may, in fact, be the worst daughter known to Man. No wonder my parents stopped reproducing after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom thinks my nose ring is ‘hideous’ + I no longer have a job at Walgreens + Too much spending on my Dad’s credit card = Cut Off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Exxon Card. No more MasterCard. No more deposits into my account. &lt;br /&gt;I will live ONLY off the money I earn. I guess this will evaluate how strong I truly am. Here we go… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, yeah, they will still be paying for my apartment, electricity, my Sprint PCS bill, and auto insurance. But everything else, will be from the money I earn. It sounds a lot less worse than it is, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113225215053186301?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113225215053186301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113225215053186301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113225215053186301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113225215053186301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/broke-as-joke.html' title='Broke as a Joke'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113168590573688107</id><published>2005-11-10T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:11:45.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://txgurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$12,419.88&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Andy, I think you may need to take the test again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113168590573688107?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113168590573688107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113168590573688107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113168590573688107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113168590573688107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-blog-is-worth-12419.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113101077484388479</id><published>2005-11-03T03:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:39:34.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush, Bush, and my other brotha in the back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasgurl/59288629/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/59288629_a8e2dfb5dc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasgurl/59288629/"&gt;Bush, Bush, and my other brotha in the back&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/texasgurl/"&gt;texas gurl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;Why do I always feel the need to apologize for being a texan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113101077484388479?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113101077484388479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113101077484388479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113101077484388479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113101077484388479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/bush-bush-and-my-other-brotha-in-back.html' title='Bush, Bush, and my other brotha in the back'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113101059286775668</id><published>2005-11-03T03:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:36:32.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Whore</title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2253"&gt;"What Kinda Kiss R U?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/2253/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Playful Kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113101059286775668?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113101059286775668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113101059286775668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113101059286775668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113101059286775668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/quiz-whore_03.html' title='Quiz Whore'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113087134143189314</id><published>2005-11-01T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:55:41.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me out...What does this mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 11% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, it's all kiss and no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in a permanent lip lock.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your kissing purity percentage? Tell me I'm not a freak of nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113087134143189314?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113087134143189314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113087134143189314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113087134143189314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113087134143189314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/help-me-outwhat-does-this-mean.html' title='Help me out...What does this mean?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113086820273436754</id><published>2005-11-01T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:03:22.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEB859" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fortune Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F7CF8A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because men have one, doesn't mean they have to be one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/"&gt;The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113086820273436754?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113086820273436754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113086820273436754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113086820273436754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113086820273436754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-fortune-is-just-because-men-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113083234345307141</id><published>2005-11-01T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:05:43.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thought I liked fur...</title><content type='html'>China evidently uses domesticated dogs and cats (some with collars on) as a fur source for clothing and accessories. I happened to click on a link called JCruel on My Space and found out JCrew imports their fur from China. The video on the site had me in tears. The footage is horrific!! I wasn’t able to watch the whole thing. It is shocking and horrendous. View &lt;a href="http://www.peta2.com/TAKECHARGE/t-dogcatfur.asp"&gt;THIS FOOTAGE&lt;/a&gt; at your own risk. Something has got to be done about this inhumane treatment of innocent animals…NOW! I forwarded the link to my congressman. To do the same, find your congressperson &lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/writerep/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113083234345307141?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113083234345307141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113083234345307141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113083234345307141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113083234345307141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-thought-i-liked-fur.html' title='I just thought I liked fur...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9355071.post-113082411988755763</id><published>2005-10-31T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:26:58.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagina Game</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/americanlow  "&gt;Steffan&lt;/a&gt;. I'll never get too old to think this kind of junk is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the vagina game is back: Think of a movie and change one word from the title to vagina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Once Upon A Time in a Vagina &lt;/span&gt;(Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Vagina (Carribbean)&lt;br /&gt;We Were Vaginas [Soldiers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its a Wonderful Vagina&lt;/span&gt; {Life}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Old Vagina&lt;/span&gt; (School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Vagina &lt;/span&gt;(Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dirty Vagina &lt;/span&gt;(Dancing)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Vagina (Bride)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Ball (Dodge)&lt;br /&gt;Catch That Vagina (Kid)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Club (Fight Club)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dude Where’s My Vagina?&lt;/span&gt; (Car)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Pie (American)&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Vaginas (Fockers)&lt;br /&gt;Into the vagina (Blue)&lt;br /&gt;Big Vagina (Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Ten Vagina's (Yards)&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I Hate About Vagina (You)&lt;br /&gt;The Texas Vagina Massacre&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Treasure (National)&lt;br /&gt;Land of the Vagina (Dead)&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Vagina (Lights)&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Vagina (Work)&lt;br /&gt;Cannonball Vagina (Run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Save The Last Vagina&lt;/span&gt; (Dance)&lt;br /&gt;2 for the Vagina (money)&lt;br /&gt;Say Vagina (Anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLACK VAGINA DOWN&lt;/span&gt; (HAWK)&lt;br /&gt;Dances with Vagina (wolves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Vagina&lt;/span&gt; (Dragon)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina on Fire (Man)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Vagina (Girls)&lt;br /&gt;How The Vagina Stole Christmas (Grinch)&lt;br /&gt;The Vagina King (Lion)&lt;br /&gt;How to Lose a Vagina in 10 Days (Guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vagina Creepers &lt;/span&gt;(Jeepers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Best Friend's Vagina &lt;/span&gt;(Wedding)&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Vagina (Chick)&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Vagina (Titans)&lt;br /&gt;Me, My Vagina, and Irene (Self)&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Like Vagina (Love)&lt;br /&gt;In Her Vagina (Shoes) &lt;br /&gt;Vagina Crashers (Wedding)&lt;br /&gt;It's All About the Vaginas (Benjamins)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Boy (Water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Longest Vagina&lt;/span&gt; (Yard)&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Vagina (Ring)&lt;br /&gt;The Day After Vagina (Tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Boyz in The Vagina (Hood)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vagina (Gilmore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;House of Flying Vaginas&lt;/span&gt; (Daggers)&lt;br /&gt;The Breakfast Vagina (Club)&lt;br /&gt;House of a Thousand Vagina's (Corpses)&lt;br /&gt;The Vagina of Darkness (Army)&lt;br /&gt;Finding Vagina (Nemo)&lt;br /&gt;The Little Vagina (Mermaid)&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Secrets of the Vagina Sisterhood (YaYa)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Land (Tiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grumpy Old Vagina &lt;/span&gt;(Men)&lt;br /&gt;Men in Vaginas (Black)&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Saints (Boondock)&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Vagina (Lights)&lt;br /&gt;The Devils Vagina (Rejects)&lt;br /&gt;Knockaround Vagina (Guys)&lt;br /&gt;We Were Vaginas (Soldiers)&lt;br /&gt;For The Love Of The Vagina (Game)&lt;br /&gt;Any Given Vagina (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;There’s Something About Vagina (Mary)&lt;br /&gt;Without a Vagina (Paddle)&lt;br /&gt;Riding in Cars with Vagina's (Boys)&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings: Return of the Vagina (King) &lt;br /&gt;Big Vagina (Trouble)  &lt;br /&gt;The Sweetest Vagina (Thing) &lt;br /&gt;Very Bad Vaginas (Things) &lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Vagina (Tiffany’s)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vagina Gump&lt;/span&gt; (Forrest) &lt;br /&gt;Brokedown Vagina (Palace) &lt;br /&gt;Vagina Bites (Reality)  &lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Vagina (Opera)   &lt;br /&gt;White Vagina (Oleander)  &lt;br /&gt;Pretty Vagina (Woman)  &lt;br /&gt;Dawn of the Vagina (Dead)  &lt;br /&gt;The Neverending Vagina (Story)&lt;br /&gt;Strange Vaginas (Days)  &lt;br /&gt;Star Vaginas (Wars) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vagina Wars&lt;/span&gt; (Star) &lt;br /&gt;Steel Vaginas (Magnolias)  &lt;br /&gt;Interview With the Vagina (Vampire) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Vaginas Inc. (Monsters)   Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Driving Miss Vagina (Daisy) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' 2, Vagina Boogaloo (Electric) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Blazing Vaginas (Saddles) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;The Vaginas of Riddick (Chronicles) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Biker Vaginaz (Boy) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Vagina (Jacket) Added by Andy (I;m surprised you didn't add this one GREG!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship of the Vagina (Ring) Added by Andy&lt;br /&gt;The Vagina Towers (Two) Added by Andy &lt;br /&gt;Vagina of the King (Return) Added by Andy Pants&lt;br /&gt;Vagina Powers (Austin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one? Or Two? Or Twelve?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9355071-113082411988755763?l=txgurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113082411988755763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9355071&amp;postID=113082411988755763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113082411988755763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9355071/posts/default/113082411988755763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://txgurl.blogspot.com/2005/10/vagina-game.html' title='Vagina Game'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
