<?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-2057902826450928602</id><updated>2012-02-05T11:07:14.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Its a Beautiful Life**</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4417058598633646714</id><published>2012-02-05T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:07:14.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday was a terrible day...Me and Trena got in a big arguement and was cussing each other. In 12 years we have never cussed each other out. She said mean things to me and I said mean things to her. But a part of me does not regret anything I said because she has hurt me many times and sometimes people need to be told off. She let me know real quick she was going to find her kids a new God Mother since I'm throwing our friendship away. I love her kids with all my heart. But it is her choice to take me out of the paperwork. IDK who the new God Mother will be. Then my brother calls me and says he just got out of jail. I knew I hadnt heard from him in a day or so. Apparently him and his friend were drunk and out walking the roads and a cop pulled over and asked them where they was going and they said walking to the store. So then the cop said he smelled alcohol and he got out of the cop car and tried to get them to take a breathalizer test and they both refused and they started cussing the cop out and he got 3 more cops to come to where they were and they kept cussing all the cops out and calling them names and told them they aint shit just cause they got a badge on. Well they went to jail and was charged with public Drunk and something else to do with arguing with the cops. Daniel says he didnt do nothing wrong and he is going to take out harrassment papers on them. This was his last chance to get in trouble. Next time he will be in prison and he does not even care. I guess he likes jail. I worry bout him all the time. I just know one day I am going to get a call saying he has OD'd on something or he is in prison or has been shot. I just have a feeling he is going to have a short life because he says he is not going to change because he can't. Cause of his "Gang" people. He says he is in the "gang" because when he goes to prison they will have his back and they all protect each other. Thats such bullshit and it breaks my heart. There isn't anything I can do about it. He is 20 and makes his own decisions in life. All I can do is pray for him and I do that a lot. I have shed many tears worrying about him. I can't worry myself to death tho cause i obvisously see he isnt going to change. Me and Katie went to Ecru for about 30 mins yesterday and when we got back we realized we forgot to let snickers out before we left. I open the door and what do i find? my fav pair of flip flops that I've had for years chewed to pieces...I just fell to my knees and cried cause I had about had all I could handle. I threw her outside. I picked up the pieces and threw them away. I was so mad. Today Paula and Chris and katie are coming over for a Super Bowl party. Not at all excited bout that. Id rather Michael leave and go to their house and me stay here all by myself. But I guess I will just get over it. I have 2 Digornio pizzas that I am going to cook and some cheese sticks. Gotta go get some chips and dip and drinks. Maybe everybody will be happy with that. I wish I had some vodka. Id really love to get fucking drunk and pass out. But can't do that either. I haven't heard from my friend much lately I guess we are not what we used to be. I can't change that either. I got upset a few times but there is nothing I can do about it. I care for her and I hope she knows that. And Ill always be here when she needs me. I just need to know whats going on. If you read this please let me know whats going on and if we are still FWB or not. Thats something I need to know. So please let me know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-4417058598633646714?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4417058598633646714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4417058598633646714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4417058598633646714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-3338004615609560147</id><published>2012-02-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:53:32.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;It has been a few days since I have blogged. I have had a lot going on and I have had a lot of confusing days here lately. I don't know what to do about some things and some people. I got my hair cut today and I love it. I think it looks great on me. I'm prolly still ugly to everyone else but oh well. Over a week ago I deleted my bestfriend of 12 years off my facebook and she has not contacted me in any way to see why I deleted her. I guess she hasn't even noticed which is something i didn't expect. I thought she would notice. But I guess I know now that she really doesn't give a shit. Yeah that hurts a lot. I gave her 12 years of my life and it obviously means nothing to her. I guess everyone else was right. I guess I should have listened years ago but I wouldn't. In the end I always get hurt no matter what relationship I am in. Friendship, relationships, friend with benefits...Im a sucker I guess and I allow myself to always get hurt. I have always been too nice and always put my whole heart into everything. I gotta learn how not to do that. I am tired of getting hurt. I got new glasses. They are pretty cute. They look good on me with my new hair cut...Im done blogging for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-3338004615609560147?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3338004615609560147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/been-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3338004615609560147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3338004615609560147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/02/been-few-days.html' title='Been A Few Days'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4232780623812519662</id><published>2012-01-29T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:18:57.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Today was not a good day at all. I have been very depressed for many different reasons. I hope all these thoughts and feelings soon go away. Tomorrow I find out about the job. I seriously hope i got it. I really need to go to work and not be here all the time thinking and being depressed. I can't get back like I was 2 years ago. I refuse to be that person again. I have felt so alone this weekend. No one to talk to and michael worked all weekend. The only happy time was when we played tennis. I have so missed playing tennis and I am really glad I am able to start back playing. Today i have felt worthless and like I have nobody. These kind of days are happening more often. My mind needs a break and needs to be free. I hope it comes soon. I'm tired of living like this and not being able to control my feelings or my emotions. I am tired of people hurting me and lying to me. Seems like everyone I come in contact with insists on hurting me in some way. Well that wall is going back up again so it doesnt happen anymore. My feelings matter too. But some people don't care to realize that. But that's ok. Their day is coming and they will see how it feels. I have wrote a lot of poems the past few days. It seems to help me release. I haven't wrote a poem in about a month until now. Now its like its all coming out and I have written 5 poems in 2 days. When your heart aches like mine has here lately the words come so easily. They are just freely flowing..im gonna go for now but not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-4232780623812519662?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4232780623812519662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4232780623812519662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4232780623812519662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today_29.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2019033736524812758</id><published>2012-01-29T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:04:20.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Bout my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;My Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I constantly worry about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You seriously scare me and that's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You are always high or fucked up on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm scared of what you life is becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You choose weed and pills over living a true life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I watch you slowly harm your body and it causes me pain and strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You are my brother and I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I am beginning to realize my love is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Its hard to watch you, my brother live this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I have told you over and over how I feel, and that's all I know to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You insist on acting like our mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;It breaks my heart and almost makes me smother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You are following in her footsteps every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I have tried for years to lead you another way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I can never have a normal conversation with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;When you call you always say "man I'm threw".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;That means you are gone, high as the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I will talk to you every time, but deep inside I really want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2019033736524812758?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2019033736524812758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-bout-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2019033736524812758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2019033736524812758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-bout-my-brother.html' title='Poem Bout my brother'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-3792831762000283640</id><published>2012-01-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:12:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem For Trena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Getting Over You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;After all these years it's time to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For so long I thought you was my friend, but you're really just a foe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;All the things and times we shared was real to me, but not to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You don't know true friendship, you don't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Why I've always let you hurt me, I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You are a fake and you like to put on a good show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I loved you more than words could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;When you left I missed you every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You never cared that you put me through pain and strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Finally I'm over you and moving on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;It's not easy moving on at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I know I have to be strong and not let myself fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I will probably always love you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I can't let you control my life any more, I'm just not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-3792831762000283640?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3792831762000283640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-for-trena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3792831762000283640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3792831762000283640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-for-trena.html' title='Poem For Trena'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6482317864657586604</id><published>2012-01-25T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:12:57.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for my Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendship/Passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I truly enjoy having you to talk to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are my friend and that's the truth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love our passion that we share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will always remember the first time I ran my fingers through your hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I enjoy our conversations and our moments of laughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are an awesome person with great character.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You was there when I needed you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I appreciate it, I truly do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I see you I automatically smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one has made me do that in a while.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for making me feel this way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a beautiful friend and that's all I need to say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-6482317864657586604?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6482317864657586604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-for-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6482317864657586604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6482317864657586604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem-for-my-friend.html' title='Poem for my Friend'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6029105063478937559</id><published>2012-01-25T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:39:02.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well it is not actually spring time yet but today I have been doing spring cleaning. I swept the ceilings and walls...I did a lot of house work today. Michael helped me some. I feel so tired now..I think mostly because my head is hurting. 4 days in a row now. I took a BP pill to see if it would help and so far it hasn't. It is a tension headache I do believe. I know I am tired of it. It hurts so bad at times that I feel like I can't even function right. I have listened to a lot of songs today...Songs that bring back lots of memories. Some good and some bad. I have truly fell in love with "Address in the Stars" By Caitlin and Will. I listen to it a lot. It is such a true song. They are super amazing. I wish I had the song on my phone. If it wasn't such a sad song I would sing it at my next outing..but I always have to sing cheerful songs..guess I can't sing that one...Ill just sing it here at home. It has been a while since I sang in public..hopefully I will not have to for a long time...my nerves are too bad these days for all of that stuff. Sometimes I miss it but most of the time not. I do just as well at home or in my car...lol...but if asked i will sing...maybe...Right now Im listening to "you are not alone" by Michael Jackson..its the only song i like by him. It is an amazing song. I have sang it many times to a certain person...but that will never happen again. NEVER. I really need to sit down and write some poems. I have thought about that a lot today. I need to get back to doing it more often...I wish i could get my poems published. I could never be so lucky. I don't even want any money for them. Your feelings can't be bought. And they are my feelings. I just want them published to possible help someone that might feel the way I do about things. maybe one day :) I can always hope...maybe tonight I will write a few special people a poem a piece. We will see...Im gonna get off here for now but not forever :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-6029105063478937559?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6029105063478937559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6029105063478937559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6029105063478937559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-5547398367192691353</id><published>2012-01-24T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:54:35.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well My tire is fixed thank goodness..Had to buy a used tire..I sure hate having to spend money on stuff like that...How come everything cant just always work properly??? wouldn't that be a dream?? Well I have had a headache most of the day...oh and my so dear sweet husband tells me I am looking old cause my eyes are getting dark from no sleep..i was like geez thanks hun, now tell me how u really feel...I guess he is right..he says he is going to make me go to the doctor..i seriously think not...I will be fine... When my body finally wears down completely I guess I will sleep...I hope my friend had a good day at work today..I have thought about her several times thru the day. I always wonder if she feels ok and if everything is going good. My pup is laying in the floor snoring and michael is on the other end of the couch snoring...and im propped up playing on the computer..my back and hip popped earlier...scared me cause now im hurting...but I will live..Im gonna go for no but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-5547398367192691353?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5547398367192691353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5547398367192691353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5547398367192691353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-day.html' title='Today was a day!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2698004435771976460</id><published>2012-01-23T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:57:03.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have such a sweet friend. I really appreciate her taking me to Wal mart to get Michaels meds. It was so good to see her and get to talk to her. She looked so pretty with her little flower in her hair :) Thanks baby for taking me. I owe you and you will be repaid one way or the other ;) I am excited to hang out with her Friday. Its going to be great. I can't wait to see what she gets done to her hair. I know it will be beautiful. Just spending the day with her will be amazing. I can't wait..its going to be fun..lol..I really miss her when I don't get to see her for weeks. But its part of life..and it makes our times together even sweeter. Thanks for asking me to go..that makes me smile :) Im gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2698004435771976460?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2698004435771976460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sweet-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2698004435771976460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2698004435771976460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sweet-friend.html' title='My Sweet Friend'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-898817903217166691</id><published>2012-01-22T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:41:09.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well it has been a crazy past few days...too much to even get into...it is so cold..I can't believe i am still up at 2:40am..Its crazy and I guess i will stay up since I gotta cook breakfast at 5am. Guess ill lay down after Michael goes to work. Man I have so much on my mind. i have gotta do something about my sleeping disorder..I guess I will end up going back to the doctor..ughhh...I just know my body cant keep going like this...If i lay down at 6:30 I will be back up about 10..so..hardly no sleep as usual...My broke pinky has been hurting today..I think its the cold weather..I have arthritis in it after all these years..Im tired of typing now..so I gonna go for now but not forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-898817903217166691?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/898817903217166691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/been-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/898817903217166691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/898817903217166691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/been-few-days.html' title='Been a few days'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6982790090593771945</id><published>2012-01-18T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:19:54.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well today was very interesting...We helped my in laws move...well I discovered my back is still weak..But im going to be ok. I hope today help strengthen it some. I am already sore everywhere else...quite a workout it was...I hope tomorro my back isnt hurting worse..It turned out to be so cold tonight..brrr....Im so ready for spring time. I miss the warm weather. I was really excited when I got home and my CNA pin was in the mail...Its fancy...lol...i have it hanging up with my certificates and License. I guess im pretty damn proud of myself..I finally accomplished something in my life....There is more accomplishments to come...Im not stopping here...I have finally after all these years got my head on straight...after quitting college 3 times I finally finished. Now to move on to bigger things...like getting my LPN license...im gonna work on that this year or next...not sure yet...then when I start making enough money in a few years I wanna start buying all my equipment for my Photography studio. I will one day accomplish my dream of being a photography...its just going to take me time to get everything that I need and a building...One day "Picture My World" will be open to the public :) Im going to relax a while and take some ibuprofen and see if it helps my back...Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-6982790090593771945?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6982790090593771945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6982790090593771945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6982790090593771945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7808421696971063103</id><published>2012-01-18T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:00:15.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well Michael is off today and all we have done so far is argue. I wish he was at work or I was at work. I don't even want to be around him anymore. The sight of him makes me sick most of the time. So much I could say about our relationship but Im not going to embarrass myself because of his ignorant behavior....all the truth will come out one day....It is so cold outside...brrr....I actually went to bed at a descent time last night but I woke up at 6:30 hurting like hell....It seriously sucks being a woman...I have felt the urge to bring up past relationships the past few days...but I am not going to do that...I gotta continue moving on with my life. I guess its cause im alone...or it feels that way every minute of my life. Maybe one day that will change. I hope so...cause feeling alone is never a good feeling. Sometimes the thought of the comfort of a stranger even feels good....but of course it never happens...getting used to it...oh well...I am ready to go to work. So I don't have to be stuck here at this house all the time...I need to get the hell out...What i really need if for him to get the hell out...that will come in due time also...I need to find happiness for me cause its sure not hanging around right now...it seems very outta reach...Its like that song "Ring on her finger" the arms of a stranger is the only place left to turn...I hope my friend is having a good day so far at work...Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7808421696971063103?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7808421696971063103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7808421696971063103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7808421696971063103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_18.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7221772500882959457</id><published>2012-01-16T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:18:49.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMw5s5FoTg/TxURO34iZhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qPfNINNG7bA/s1600/purpleflowerrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMw5s5FoTg/TxURO34iZhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qPfNINNG7bA/s320/purpleflowerrose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life without you will be hard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you lived your life and did your part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God decided it was time for your eternal life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losing you caused us pain and strife.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all know you are finally where you've wanted to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After feeling lost so many years you are finally free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all were strong and stood by your side.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of our pain and tears we tried to hide.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You always said "don't cry for me".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all tried to be as strong as we could be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing you are happy makes us smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You won't have to wait on us long, we will all be there after while.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; By: Natasha Mills &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jan 16, 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7221772500882959457?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7221772500882959457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7221772500882959457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7221772500882959457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMw5s5FoTg/TxURO34iZhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qPfNINNG7bA/s72-c/purpleflowerrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2880040636363056160</id><published>2012-01-16T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:04:12.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I was up til 7 this morning. I slept til 12:15. I texted my friend until 2:30 this morning. She decided it was time to get her beauty sleep. When I woke up at 12:15 I got a phone call shortly after that about a job. I went to the interview at 2:30. Well it was a long interview and she said she will probably be calling me for a 2nd interview. Well I am not going to work for $8 an hour and not get paid mileage to go to the clients houses. It is not an actual CNA job thats why it is only $8 an hour. Anyone can do this job. So its not what I am looking for and I cant afford the gas for that little of money. I made 8.50 an hours where i was working before my back surgery and that was in dietary...so no thanks to the $8. But hey they like me and I could have the job if I would take it. I made a good impression she said...lol...oh well...im gonna call several places tomorrow where I have put in apps. I haven't had time the past week with Michaels grandmother and everything..But tomorrow the job hunting is going to get very serious...I do not feel worth a shit today..I started this morning...That explains why I was so sick at my stomach last night...Im a little early..I guess stress caused it. I hope it goes away soon...I hate it...I hurt so bad at times that I pass out and throw up...cant even function at times..I have been checked several times and nothing is wrong but I have been like this ever since I was like 15...Idk...but i dont like it at all. I hope my friend enjoyed her time at the gym :) Im going to go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2880040636363056160?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2880040636363056160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2880040636363056160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2880040636363056160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7810029887477966101</id><published>2012-01-16T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:02:55.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Address in the Stars by: Will And Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I stumbled across your picture today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I could barely breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The moment stopped me cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Grabbed me like a thief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I dialed your number, but you wouldn't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I knew the whole time, but it's still not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just wanted to hear your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just needed to hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What do I do with all I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So much I wanna tell you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh it breaks my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I cry these tears in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I write these letters to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But they get lost in the blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;'Cause there's no address in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now I'm drivin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Through the pitch black dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm screaming at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh cause it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Everybody tells me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh all I need is time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then the mornin' rolls in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And it hits me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And that ain't nothin' but a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What do I do with all I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So much I wanna tell you everday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh it breaks my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I cry these tears in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I write these letters to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But they get lost in the blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;'Cause there's no address in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Verse 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Without you here with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'd give anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh it breaks my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh it breaks my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;All I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Is write these letters to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But there's no address in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7810029887477966101?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7810029887477966101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7810029887477966101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7810029887477966101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-this-song.html' title='I Love This song'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4522424888267938688</id><published>2012-01-15T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:23:33.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel like Im losing her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-4522424888267938688?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4522424888267938688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-im-losing-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4522424888267938688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4522424888267938688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-im-losing-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2229688330085135308</id><published>2012-01-15T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:48:26.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I did not go to bed until 3:30 this am. I slept off and on until 11. I have been so depressed lately. Especially today. I really hate this. No one knows why and no one cares....So there for I dont care. I no longer have a best friend to talk to so Im just gonna keep it all in until I cant anymore. Oh well...life goes on with or without people. ughh..i dont even feel like typing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2229688330085135308?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2229688330085135308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2229688330085135308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2229688330085135308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-new-day.html' title='Whole New Day'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4018275243005236030</id><published>2012-01-14T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:05:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair</title><content type='html'>Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfxV6AyCFzU/TxJP9J5Pg7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zYBDYu4JGbg/s1600/120114_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfxV6AyCFzU/TxJP9J5Pg7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zYBDYu4JGbg/s320/120114_0014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpPgpwPkv4g/TxJQRf8vjbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m2Y-PYbWRIY/s1600/120114_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KpPgpwPkv4g/TxJQRf8vjbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/m2Y-PYbWRIY/s320/120114_0026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We are listening to "Ironic" by Alanis Morsette. I have so much I need to do...I guess I will get it all done eventually today. Snickers is asleep in the floor. She woke me up this morning licking me in my face. I guess that was my clue that it was time to get up. Michael went back to work today. Katie stayed the night last night. I enjoy her company. When she is around I don't feel so lonely. I feel love. She is my boo. I have thought about someone a few times today. I haven't heard from her today and I hope she is feeling better. I am not sure if she went to work or not. I might be going to my friend Tammys tonight for a bit. Now we are listening to "skin" by Rhianna..I love that song...Just take the boy out and put in girl and its my song. It is such a sexy song. I could definently make love to that song with a certain lady . Brings back memories of the time it happened. It was great. I can't wait to have her in my arms again. I haven't heard from my biological mother in a few days. Idk what her deal is. Im sure not calling her. She is something else. Well I am gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-1966387409891943754?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1966387409891943754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1966387409891943754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1966387409891943754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-521634987959818348</id><published>2012-01-13T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:42:24.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have No idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got some rest today as well as washed a crap load of clothes. So sick of laundry. I have so much on my mind. Some things I just can't talk about. I wish I had someone to talk to about things. But I do not know how to open up to anyone. I try but then I chicken out. Idk why but I have always had trouble expressing myself and talking bout stuff. Maybe one day I will be able to. I only trust very few people in my life. You have to be pretty special for me to trust you. When you have been hurt over and over you learn to put a wall up and not let folks in. The people that are in my life know that. I really hope my friend is feeling better. I haven't heard from her since earlier today. Baby I hope you are feeling better. I am thinking about you... I really hate being depressed. I think i need to go to the dr and have my meds changed or something. I feel like they are not working anymore. I am getting more and more depressed here lately. I have also thought about go and seeing a psychiatrist. Idk if i would even be able to talk to one. I feel as if I am on the verge of another breakdown and I am not sure how to stop it. I feel so alone at times as i have for years. I do not know why I feel so lonely at times. Even when I have people all around me I still feel that way. My best friend has tore my heart out and she doesn't even realize or care anymore. Idk what to do about that. Wow I sound like a crazy person...I just have so much going on in my head. I have 0 friends anymore cause I got tired of all the bullshit drama. I have one special friend....I miss her and can't wait to hug her again. Kiss her neck. See her smile and hear her laugh... She is really sweet and fun to be around. She keeps me smiling. Thats what friends are for. Well Im going to go for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-521634987959818348?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/521634987959818348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-no-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/521634987959818348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/521634987959818348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have No idea!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-8349073001321963576</id><published>2012-01-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:02:49.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I raised up in the bed and said "Do you seriously have to be that loud? Just because you are crazy enough to go hunting doesn't mean you have to wake the whole neighborhood up doing it". That was at 6am. I got up and came in the livingroom and smoked a cigarette. Never no rest for Tasha. I have clothes and dishes to wash today. Gotta get my house back in order. I'm still so tired. I don't have any fever right now. Thank goodness....I hope my friend is feeling better today. Baby if you read this I'm thinking about you. Snickers is laying on the couch asleep. She is bad rurnt now. Sleeping in the bed with us has made it worse...lol...oh well she is my baby. I'm gonna get started on my housework...dreadful...I need to turn some music on and see if it will cheer me up. Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2064685577747584479?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2064685577747584479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2064685577747584479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2064685577747584479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_13.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-8236853450911449085</id><published>2012-01-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:44:31.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well the funeral went good...i cried a lot. I miss her already. I do not feel good at all right now. Im weak and feel dehydrated. I am running fever. I guess I have wore myself out. My friend says I need rest and nutrition..oh and a bubble bath. She is right...Maybe I will fix me some soup and then take a bubble bath....I worry about her a lot...she is sick now...I really hope she gets better soon. Makes me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:( that she is sick. She wears herself out all the time...and she never gets time for herself...baby you need to take a bubble bath every chance you get and take time for you. I will be glad when you can relax and feel better and not feel so drained. I worry about you and I want you to be better. I miss you and I can't wait to put my arms around you again...Take care of yourself please... :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-8236853450911449085?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8236853450911449085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8236853450911449085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8236853450911449085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-feel-good.html' title='Don&apos;t feel Good'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-8322264401975669386</id><published>2012-01-12T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:54:20.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN3qPAsvhXY/Tw8CHDLZ7mI/AAAAAAAAADk/PXjvj4_nk6o/s1600/butterfly+hands.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN3qPAsvhXY/Tw8CHDLZ7mI/AAAAAAAAADk/PXjvj4_nk6o/s1600/butterfly+hands.jpeg" /&gt;&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/2057902826450928602-8322264401975669386?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8322264401975669386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8322264401975669386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8322264401975669386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN3qPAsvhXY/Tw8CHDLZ7mI/AAAAAAAAADk/PXjvj4_nk6o/s72-c/butterfly+hands.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-5034344255307332757</id><published>2012-01-12T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:52:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a morning it has been so far. All we have done is talk about mamaw. They are playing Go Rest High at the funeral and we both are going to lose it because they played that at Michaels papaws funeral and we also had it played at my dads. Neither of us can even listen to that song anymore. We always change the station when it comes on. It is going to be really hard to hear that song again. I am going to miss her so much in my life. She has been an inspiration to me for 5 years and I will never forget the impact she had on my life. I do not feel good today. My back and legs are hurting. I am not sure why. May be stress...Idk..but i wish it would stop. I woke up with someone on my mind this morning and I hope she is having a good day. I miss her and I worry bout her. She is always working and never getting any rest. She is wore down. Hopefully soon it will all slow down and she can have some time for her. Somehow even tho she feels so tired she still looks so good.. :) Im gonna go for now but not forever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-5034344255307332757?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5034344255307332757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5034344255307332757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5034344255307332757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_12.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4594880041369338351</id><published>2012-01-11T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:47:15.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamaw and My mother n law looking at her mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p_BLVTr45A/Tw6BwBYXj5I/AAAAAAAAADU/xSYMklFhiwY/s1600/120111_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p_BLVTr45A/Tw6BwBYXj5I/AAAAAAAAADU/xSYMklFhiwY/s320/120111_0017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8QKsqaQIVk/Tw6B1HL5yOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ce8BESB6o6k/s1600/120111_0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8QKsqaQIVk/Tw6B1HL5yOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ce8BESB6o6k/s320/120111_0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/2057902826450928602-4594880041369338351?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4594880041369338351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/mamaw-and-my-mother-n-law-looking-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4594880041369338351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4594880041369338351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/mamaw-and-my-mother-n-law-looking-at.html' title='Mamaw and My mother n law looking at her mom'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p_BLVTr45A/Tw6BwBYXj5I/AAAAAAAAADU/xSYMklFhiwY/s72-c/120111_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6734113969316206320</id><published>2012-01-11T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:37:13.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitation and Friendship gone to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well a lot of people showed up for the visitation. She looked so pretty. But she didn't really look like herself. It was hard to look at her laying there. I miss her smile and her hugs. She was an amazing woman. I love her very much. It has all around been a bad day. I stayed on the couch all morning because I was depressed and Michael stayed in bed all day. I felt so alone. I had no one to talk to and I needed to talk to someone. But no one was there...thats nothing unusual tho...My so called Best friend really has hurt my feelings the past few days. It has took me 12 years to realize this has always been a 1 sided relationship. But im done...I will always love her...but I can't keep doing this....I can't believe how stupid I have been all these years. It is unreal. Everyone has told me over and over and I would never listen. I was so in love with her at 1 time and then for years we have been Best friends....its crazy. Idk what to do about everything anymore...I can't believe it is happening and that i finally see the truth. She is never here when i need her but im ALWAYS there for her. I dont understand how she can think that it is ok to be like that. I guess somethings are not meant to understand...goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-6734113969316206320?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6734113969316206320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/visitation-and-friendship-gone-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6734113969316206320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6734113969316206320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/visitation-and-friendship-gone-to-hell.html' title='Visitation and Friendship gone to hell'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2184158738164470160</id><published>2012-01-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:29:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well its visitation day...not looking forward to this at all. Neither is Michael. We both are kinda depressed this morning. Snickers slept with us last night and I didn't get no sleep. Since Sandy is gone snickers doesnt have a shelter to stay outside...Cause her and sandy slept in sandys house. Guess she will be an inside dog or we will build her a dog house like we did dixie...Lets just say she is stinking rotten for sure now since she slept in the bed with us. She loves her momma. And I love her too. I guess she is my child til I have one. If I ever have the chance to have one. I got up at 6 and fixed breakfast. Been on the couch ever since. I gotta get myself together today. Just really depressed I guess. for many reasons. But oh well life goes on. Im watchn CMT. Kellie Picklers video "Tough" is on right now. I like her and that song. Snickers is sitting on the loveseat biting her foot...and Michael is in the shower i guess... Justin sent me a text last night wanting me to get his pants and shirt and shoes for tonight...ugh...I'll never find them in that pigpen room they have. They was here yesterday and i do not know what he didnt get them then. makes no sense to me. Well I'm gonna go for no but not forever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2184158738164470160?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2184158738164470160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2184158738164470160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2184158738164470160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_11.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1294319274995842257</id><published>2012-01-10T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:00:19.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdWenWrfhE4/Tw0JQIaRHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/cfbN-IFMu7Q/s1600/kisses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdWenWrfhE4/Tw0JQIaRHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/cfbN-IFMu7Q/s320/kisses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/2057902826450928602-1294319274995842257?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1294319274995842257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1294319274995842257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1294319274995842257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MdWenWrfhE4/Tw0JQIaRHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/cfbN-IFMu7Q/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-3113219704675572833</id><published>2012-01-10T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:26:37.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying to hold myself together. It's getting harder and the visitation and funeral is drawing closer...I am smoking more today than I have in a long time. My nerves are shot. I hold all my emotions inside as I always have. It will get easier in time. They are going to play one of the songs we had at my dads funeral and that is going to be so hard to handle. But I will survive. I gotta stay strong for all the family around me. I have a lot on my mind and a lot of people on my mind. There is several people I haven't seen in a while that I really want to see. I miss them terribly. Earlier my biological mother called. She sounded messed up...Idk what she had taken...she drives me crazy calling me all messed up like that...She reminds me of that song "Farmers Daughter" by Crystal Bowersox....I have been listening to alot of music today on youtube. When I am depressed I listen to depressing music for some reason. Idk what's up with that. I love to sing tho...and I am sure Michael is glad I can sing good since I have been singing all day. Maybe one day i'll sing for my girl...She has never heard me sing...Every body thinks i'm better than I think i am. But it whatever...Either way I love to sing. Justin tried to put me on youtube one time...I threatened to kill him if he did...so he didn't. I ain't all about that crap. I guess I'm going to get back on youtube and sing some more. Goodbye for now but not forever!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-3113219704675572833?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3113219704675572833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3113219704675572833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3113219704675572833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7204052170322832878</id><published>2012-01-10T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:47:54.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite kind of flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Gerber Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyEF4ltlIZw/Twyj7ReI0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/bjU5cK3LpOM/s1600/daisy09p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyEF4ltlIZw/Twyj7ReI0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/bjU5cK3LpOM/s320/daisy09p.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7204052170322832878?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7204052170322832878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-favorite-kind-of-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7204052170322832878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7204052170322832878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-favorite-kind-of-flowers.html' title='My Favorite kind of flowers'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyEF4ltlIZw/Twyj7ReI0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/bjU5cK3LpOM/s72-c/daisy09p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-5737366441465322720</id><published>2012-01-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:30:19.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo fix up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKeQ1ZK0YCs/TwyhFf4AgYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iRjUaSxna4Q/s1600/cheryl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKeQ1ZK0YCs/TwyhFf4AgYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iRjUaSxna4Q/s320/cheryl.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-5737366441465322720?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5737366441465322720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-fix-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5737366441465322720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5737366441465322720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-fix-up.html' title='photo fix up'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKeQ1ZK0YCs/TwyhFf4AgYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iRjUaSxna4Q/s72-c/cheryl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2555184269112077562</id><published>2012-01-10T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:00:11.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well we got up and took Michaels suit to have it pressed. It will not be ready until 12 thursday. The funeral is at 2 thursday. Going to be pushing for time. But we will make it. he can get dressed at the funeral home. We went grocery shopping. We had nothing to eat...Been gone all week and taking food over there for the family we ran out. Now I have a Pizza in the oven. I am going to Oxford with katie in a little while to get her nieces. I have a slight headache and Im outta cigarettes...sooo Im going to be ill before long...lol...The next 2 days are going to be hell and I am not looking forward to it at all. I have been thinking about someone today...I hope she is having a good day at work. I hope she knows I'm thinking about her. Have a good day baby and I'll see you soon. :) Goodbye for now but not forever!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2555184269112077562?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2555184269112077562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2555184269112077562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2555184269112077562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning_10.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-5051941523274433841</id><published>2012-01-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:50:14.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Laundry Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I swear i have done 10 loads of laundry since I got home...gahhhh...for real 4 loads...I was so behind...I have dishes to wash...I have lost track on my whole life. But in time I will get back on track....My stepdad gave michael like 500 shirts and he is going thru them. I have no idea where all these shirts are gonna go....all 3 closets are slap full. I guess we will have to get rid of some...hell if i know. My cousin katie just got here to see us and be with us for a while. She makes us laugh so we enjoy her being here...She is a sweet girl. I love her. She is my Boo...Thats what i tell her. I miss my girl. Hopefully I will see her soon. She says she misses me too. :) she is so sweet to me. Thank you baby for being here for me and thinking about me through all this that I'm going thru. Well Im gonna get off here and check out these shirts and talk to my Boo "katie"...goodbye for now baby but not forever.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-5051941523274433841?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5051941523274433841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/laundry-laundry-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5051941523274433841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5051941523274433841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/laundry-laundry-laundry.html' title='Laundry Laundry Laundry'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1775540342700064389</id><published>2012-01-09T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:07:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of all I just seen a sexy pic of a beautiful woman...i needed that..thanks baby. Made me smile :) Went to my mom n laws today. She is hanging in there best she can...I was so exhausted when i got there that i laid in her bed and took a nap. I feel a little rested now. I have lost a lot of sleep this past week. I hope I can sleep tonight.The visitation is not until Wednesday night and the funeral is Thursday. There is family coming from outta state. They should all be here tomorrow sometime. The next few days are going to be hard...but we are all going to make it thru it... I still got a certain pic on my mind...Can't wait to see her again...maybe soon I will see her. She looks damn good :) mmm...i gotta stop...im gonna go for now but not forever baby... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-1775540342700064389?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1775540342700064389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1775540342700064389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1775540342700064389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7683396197321238078</id><published>2012-01-09T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:17:10.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am tired, sore, ill, and have a headache. I didnt sleep good of course. Plus my left leg cramped me all day yesterday and all night. My arms are sore from moving mamaw around changing her and bathing her. I woke up with a headache. I think it is sinus. I will have to get me some over the counter sinus meds and take them. I cooked biscuits and fried hotdogs for breakfast. Michael ate 3 biscuits. Geeezz idk where he puts it all... we are going to his mommas in a little bit to be with her. Even tho i can't stand her I am still going to be the nice daughter n law and be there for her. Michael hasn't talked about his mamaw this morning. It is hard for him to talk about it. I let the dogs in for a little while this morning...they have missed us and are glad we are home. I am glad to be home. It was nice to just lay down... Well I gotta go get a shower and get ready to go to his mommas.....Goodbye for now my friend :) but not forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7683396197321238078?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7683396197321238078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7683396197321238078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7683396197321238078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2682475218664795904</id><published>2012-01-08T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:05:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well at 5:55pm Mamaw went home to be with Jesus. Oh how much she is going to me missed. She is loved by so many people. So many hearts are broken and were not ready to let her go. I was there for 5 days and took care of her best I could. So many people came while we was there to see her and all the family. Many tears have been cried the past 5 days and many more are going to be cried. A beautiful lady went home to heaven and is up there with God now and looking down on us...She will forever be in our hearts and in our minds. Life will never be the same without her but we must move on and accept the fact she is not going to be here in person anymore and that she is not hurting and suffering anymore. While we was waiting on the funeral home &amp;nbsp;folks to get there to get her one of her daughters "Sandy" had some seizures. It was very sad as she lay out on the concrete in the water. Thank God the nurses were there...as tired as I am I couldnt have been much good to her. They called 911 and they came and got her and she will be in the hospital a few hours. The visitation is going to be tuesdat night. Waiting on family to come in from outta state...some 14 hours away and some 12 hours away. I need to go put some clothes in the washer and try to get some rest. Goodbye for now my friend, but not forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2682475218664795904?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2682475218664795904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2682475218664795904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2682475218664795904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-is-gone.html' title='She is Gone'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6538739328495529337</id><published>2012-01-08T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:34:50.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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When we got here we realized Michael had no pants clean....so i have all his pants in the washer...he has wore them all the past couple of days and I didnt even know it. His grandmothers vital signs are dropping and her lungs have fluid in them now and her breathing is bad...Her eyes are already set. Its going to happen anytime now. Michael is going to wear one of his papaws suits to the funeral. All 6 of the grandsons are the pallbearers. I have no clue what I am going to wear...non of my dress clothes fit me anymore...I think I have a pair of Black Pants that i might could keep up...Just have to find me a nice top to go with them. This has been an emotional ride for all of us. It gets harder every second to watch her lay there and die. But we live just to die and we all go thru it...Just gotta stay strong and accept it even tho it is hard to. Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2974702071364410265?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2974702071364410265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-for-little-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2974702071364410265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2974702071364410265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-for-little-bit.html' title='Home for a little bit!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-149543779101745227</id><published>2012-01-06T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:28:23.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today while I was here at home I received a phone call that they were calling the family in for Michaels grandmother...Well he left work and flew home and we flew to Myrtle. We was there about 6 hours and we just came back home so Michael could take his meds and I think after we eat a bite of something we are going back. My heart is breaking. I have been watchn this wonderful woman slowly slip away from this life into her next life in Heaven. She is barely hanging on. steadily getting worse. She will not be with us much longer. We are looking at hours instead of days. It's all in God's hands now. We are not ready to let her go but we know we have to. I am trying to stay as strong as I can for Michael. Idk how much longer I can stay strong. Its breaking my heart into. Its like Im losing my grandmother again. I lost both my grandmothers in 07. Along with 4 others. When I look at his grandmother all I can see is my grandmother who died of the same disease. It is terrible. Its killing me to know all these people I love are hurting because they are fixing to lose the most wonderful woman they know. I gotta stay strong and keep myself together...I am also worried about my friend. She is having a hard time right now. I just want her to know I am here anytime she needs to talk or just needs a hug or a shoulder to cry on. I hope she truly knows that. Im gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-149543779101745227?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/149543779101745227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/149543779101745227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/149543779101745227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1687390580824228291</id><published>2012-01-05T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:57:34.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well it is getting late...I gotta go to bed before long...supposed to go see my friend in the morning before she goes to work. I hope our plans remain the same. She is someone i can talk to about anything. :) She is something else. Im watchn a movie on LMN..can't believe I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;am watchn tv...I am really sleepy tonight for some reason...maybe tonight i will sleep since im feeling so tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; That rarely ever happens. i havent been sleeping good. Too much in my head to sleep....This man on this movie is crazy...no wonder women go lesbian..haha..well i gotta finish watchn this and then head to bed...goodbye for now but not forever!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-1687390580824228291?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1687390580824228291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1687390580824228291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1687390580824228291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-9201644305634992482</id><published>2012-01-05T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:27:45.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well we went and ate at Mi Pueblos. It was good. Now we are back home and Michael is playing the PS3 and im goofing off on the computer. Got clothes in the dryer. Will have to fold them when they get done. I swear it seems like I wash clothes everyday!!! Its never ending. Oh well it has to be done...although I hate doing laundry. I still have a headache. Had it almost all day. I think its from stressing out. Shit happens...My carpal tunnel has been hurting today too. I think it is because of the cold weather. I know all this typing I do doesn't help. But oh well. Im just glad it isn't my back that's hurting. I don't have the pups inside with me right now. maybe later i will let them come in for a while. earlier when I vacuumed Snickers took off running and jumped on the couch and hid from me behind the pillows. She is a puss... I love her tho. I have so much on my mind that it is not even funny. Just trying to live life day by day. I try not to ever let my feelings show so I don't have to hear " What's wrong Tasha?" from people. People will one day figure out that I do not like to talk about my problems....I can't help it...Just who i am. I will listen to everyone elses problems but people are very lucky to get anything about my problems outta me...Only a few are so lucky. I do not trust many people...Well I'm gonna go for now..but never forever!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-9201644305634992482?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9201644305634992482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9201644305634992482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9201644305634992482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey.html' title='Hey!!'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-9187838626787146942</id><published>2012-01-05T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:03:42.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well wen went and paid bills this morning and took Daniel home. THANK GOODNESS!!!!! He will be back in a few weeks Im sure. We went to Myrtle and sat with Michaels grandmother several hours. She is going down fast. It's not going to be long. She managed to tell Aunt Shirley to tell Michael that she is ready to go home and see her momma. And Michael told her it was ok if she was ready and then he lost it and ran to the kitchen and fell to his knees and i held him and we cried. He doesnt want to let her go but we know its time to do so. Its really hard on him since she is the one that raised him. I feel sorry for him. I know what he is going thru and what he is facing. It is not going to be an easy road ahead. But I am going to be there for him the whole way. I do love him. I just wish we was as happy together as we used to be. But for right now he needs me and I am going to be here. After this i do not know what will happen to us. But time will tell. He was there for me when I lost my dad and both my grandmothers and an aunt and 2 uncles in 07. I lost alot of people I loved with all my heart and he stood right there by me thru it all. I even had a nervous break down from it all and he stood by me and helped me up from that dark place in my life. So i have to be there for him and I love his grandmother like she is my own. She is a special lady. I know the end is near and its scares me because I dont know how he is going to be when and after it happens. His world is going to fall apart. I gotta stay strong for him. Besides all that it has been a good day. I talked to several places about jobs. There are a few part time openings. Thats what Im looking for for right now because my back is so weak. IDK if i can start out with a full load just yet. But if i have to I will. I will just work thru the pain best that I can. I have also gotta quit smoking again. I have got to get my mind set to quit. I am working on that. it will happen soon. I gotta go fold clothes and the washer is almost done so gotta put them in the dryer. Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-9187838626787146942?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9187838626787146942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9187838626787146942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9187838626787146942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-2915895878812385356</id><published>2012-01-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:00:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well it has been a long afternoon and night...spent 4 hours at the er..I dont even want to talk about that...such bullshit...pillheads get on my nerves. I do not feel worth a shit now..but i will be ok...tomorrow will be a long day cause we will be going to myrtle to stay with his grandmaw all day...bless her heart. I really hate seeing her like that. Gotta pay bills tomorrow. Such fun...I will be glad when I can go back to work. Will help us so much...Brrrrr its cold as hell in here...Taking Daniel home tomorrow thank goodness...its way past time for him to go....he drives me crazy...but then I think Justin and Stephanie will be back tomorrow...ughhhhh....never no peace. Im really ready to see my friend again...its gonna be great the next time we are alone together...I can't wait. She will be SHOCKED. haha...Im gonna go for now but not forever!! :) :) :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-2915895878812385356?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2915895878812385356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2915895878812385356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/2915895878812385356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-night.html' title='Long Night'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-9009835439125722357</id><published>2012-01-04T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:01:38.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My song...When will I ever be ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Reflection"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;"&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I play a part&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot fool my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;In a world where I&lt;br /&gt;Have to hide my heart&lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;But somehow&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world&lt;br /&gt;What's inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Someone I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that must be&lt;br /&gt;Free to fly&lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need to know&lt;br /&gt;The reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think, how we feel?&lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-9009835439125722357?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9009835439125722357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-songwhen-will-i-ever-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9009835439125722357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/9009835439125722357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-songwhen-will-i-ever-be-me.html' title='My song...When will I ever be ME?'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-5805199858925220893</id><published>2012-01-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:14:12.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My cousin Katie and I were talking and she asked me if i have heard Rhiannas new song called &amp;nbsp;"Skin"? I said no. So I got on youtube and looked it up. Wow it is such a sexual song. Reminded me of my new friend and our passionate time and our times to come. She really needs to listen to it too. :) I love songs like that...they turn me on. I love motivation by Kelly Rowland also...mmmm...well just wanted to blog about the new song i heard. Goodbye for now but not forever!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-5805199858925220893?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5805199858925220893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5805199858925220893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/5805199858925220893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-song.html' title='New Song'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1743364517156061890</id><published>2012-01-04T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:22:58.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGryiYHCZLA/TwR8xTYurTI/AAAAAAAAACM/FIg2QCRilZk/s1600/120104_0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGryiYHCZLA/TwR8xTYurTI/AAAAAAAAACM/FIg2QCRilZk/s320/120104_0000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJJX_Lrx1zE/TwR82fDQTpI/AAAAAAAAACU/nHz5I-o_6yo/s1600/120104_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJJX_Lrx1zE/TwR82fDQTpI/AAAAAAAAACU/nHz5I-o_6yo/s320/120104_0002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/2057902826450928602-1743364517156061890?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1743364517156061890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1743364517156061890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1743364517156061890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice.html' title='Nice'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGryiYHCZLA/TwR8xTYurTI/AAAAAAAAACM/FIg2QCRilZk/s72-c/120104_0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7424241665302441842</id><published>2012-01-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:27:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I woke up about 8. I was going to blog last night but I fell asleep on the couch with my phone in my hand. That's crazy. Rarely ever do that. I can't believe I didn't drop it and lose it in the couch somewhere. Michael woke me up sometime early this morning to go to bed. I don't have a clue what time it was. I slept pretty good. I got up and fixed breakfast. I fixed Michael 2 sausage and biscuits and fixed me bologna and biscuits. I hate sausage. All kinds of sausage. Yuck. I got food poisoning from sausage when I was 12 and it makes me sick to even think about eating it. Michael and I are going to clean my car real good today and put my stuff I bought for Christmas in my car. I can't wait to see how it is going to look. It will be all feminine and stuff :). I know I will love it. Daniel is still asleep on the couch. He stays up til 5am and then sleeps all day. That shit drives me crazy. He is a 20 year old bum. maybe one day he will grow up and stop mooching off people. God knows i love him tho. Oh well...I hope my friend is being very careful going to memphis today :) Maybe I will hear from her soon to let me know she made it safely. Well fixing to go help Michael with my car. Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7424241665302441842?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7424241665302441842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7424241665302441842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7424241665302441842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-8943550987309941708</id><published>2012-01-03T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:20:31.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home after the visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAhiMlO6Y80/TwONMpqRSBI/AAAAAAAAACA/MIWBcafmbVk/s1600/120103_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAhiMlO6Y80/TwONMpqRSBI/AAAAAAAAACA/MIWBcafmbVk/s320/120103_0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are back home from seeing his mamaw. She is not doing any better, but she isn't any worse either. Her vital signs are some better today. She had a lot of visitors today. She slept a lot while we were there. But enough about that for now. It is a sad topic. Snickers is laying on the back of the couch sleeping...she is so cute. Michael and Daniel are fixing to go throw the football around...thank God...I need some peace and quiet. I am really missing some people for some reason. My best friend that lives in Alabama wants me to come see her but I can't right now. She will not come here anymore because she doesn't like Michael and the way he treats me most of the time. I can't afford to go right now. Will be a while...I went 3 times in 2011. First time me and michael went together and I was so sick but I went anyways. In March I went by myself . Michael and I were having a lot of problems so I went there...well I ended up sleeping with her 2 times while I was there...craziness...and then in August me and daniel went and I got drunk as fuck and puked all night. It was funny..I was outside singing " walk around the club fuck erebody" then i puked in her flower bed...Memories. Maybe I will get to see her soon...But no sleeping together...I also miss my new friend...I love texting and talking to her. She makes me smile. I will see her soon tho. We live such different lives...but will make time for each other :) I could really use a nap right now...feel like Im exhausted...Im gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-8943550987309941708?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8943550987309941708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-after-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8943550987309941708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8943550987309941708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-after-visit.html' title='Home after the visit'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAhiMlO6Y80/TwONMpqRSBI/AAAAAAAAACA/MIWBcafmbVk/s72-c/120103_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-6935519523545425020</id><published>2012-01-03T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:29:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very little sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I finally went to sleep around 4:30 and I woke up at 10:30. We are fixing to go back to Myrtle and spend the day with mamaw. They need me there to check her vitals every 30 mins and to turn her every 2 hours. Im glad I have the skills to help with that. Getting a taste of what I will be doing when I go to work. I am going to lose alot of sleep the next few days. I am really worried about Michael and mamaw. Idk if I can hold him together thru this. She is the one that raised him and he is not taking this good at all. he has been crying alot. He told her last night that he loved her and she managed to get out "i love you too hun". He started crying. Bless his heart..I gotta stay strong for him. Doing the best I can. I will be back to blog more tonight when we return home. Im gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-6935519523545425020?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6935519523545425020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-little-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6935519523545425020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/6935519523545425020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-little-sleep.html' title='Very little sleep'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-3696783620443259765</id><published>2012-01-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:17:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We just got back from seeing Michael's mamaw...She is not doing good at all. A lot of tears have been shed and a lot more to come. She can go at anytime now and it is so hard to watch her in this shape. I have seen so much death in the past 4 years and I am not sure I can handle this. My heart aches and I do not know what to say or do to comfort his family or him. I checked her vital signs every 30 mins. They are not too good...Michael is calling into work so we can go back over there in the morning...Nurse said she could live 2 days to 2 weeks. Well only God knows that. All I know is she is tired of fighting and she is ready to go on home to heaven. Its hard to let her go but we are all tired of seeing her suffer. I love that lady just like she is my own grandmother. Its breaking my heart and soul....I gotta try to stay strong for michael....Goodbye for no but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-3696783620443259765?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3696783620443259765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/mamaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3696783620443259765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3696783620443259765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/mamaw.html' title='Mamaw'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-8584845920261354159</id><published>2012-01-02T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:11:11.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BhE03pHc6I/TwIb5UVEimI/AAAAAAAAABU/SJHdxXaqDAc/s1600/30734_123016534375245_100000006962007_345997_3019539_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BhE03pHc6I/TwIb5UVEimI/AAAAAAAAABU/SJHdxXaqDAc/s320/30734_123016534375245_100000006962007_345997_3019539_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't she Beautiful?!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6enUE9_vm0/TwIb_7Q0rSI/AAAAAAAAABc/fDTCgANziew/s1600/30734_123018121041753_100000006962007_346004_4404536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6enUE9_vm0/TwIb_7Q0rSI/AAAAAAAAABc/fDTCgANziew/s320/30734_123018121041753_100000006962007_346004_4404536_n.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We was crying! So sweet. (Wow look how much weight ive lost since then) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just got off the phone with momma. She wants me and Michael to come eat supper with them for our anniversary. Says she is going to cook our favorite meal. BBQ chicken, purple hull peas, potatoes, corn, cornbread and a dessert. I recon that is where we will be going. She also wants to show Michael and I how to play the fishing game she got for her Wii. She is super excited about her new Wii. I have never seen a 63 year old woman get excited over a game system. Its funny. She is such a sweet woman. I thank God everyday that he gave me to her when I was 3 days old. Some things are just meant to be and thats one of the things. She is my best friend and always will be. Gotta go get dressed. Michael gets off soon. He will be happy to know we are eating up there :) he loves her peas and cornbread :) country boy....Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-8584845920261354159?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8584845920261354159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/momma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8584845920261354159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/8584845920261354159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/momma.html' title='Momma'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BhE03pHc6I/TwIb5UVEimI/AAAAAAAAABU/SJHdxXaqDAc/s72-c/30734_123016534375245_100000006962007_345997_3019539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-7916822739637726617</id><published>2012-01-02T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:13:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEICzBSX14/TwId0n6vV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/CSK7iTPE_9s/s1600/Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEICzBSX14/TwId0n6vV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/CSK7iTPE_9s/s320/Us.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Paula, Daniel, and Me Back in March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;So when I woke up this morning I had 4 missed calls from my biological mother. I thought to myself what does she want? So i didnt call her back right away. She called again a minute ago and I had to make myself answer the phone. She wants me to take her to the emergency room becasue her shoulder is swelled up and hurt. She has rotator cuff problems. But anyways I told her I can't because Michael is in my car. She gets mad. And then she comes up with a million different things to get a away for me to take her. I told her to ask her mother and she says her mother ill not take her because she is just gonna assume she is going to get pain pills. Well thats a true story. When she has a little pain she is hunting a way to get some pain pills. I have no way to take her and she is not happy. I have taken her many times before and the last time i took her she got so fucked up that she couldn't even walk. So no Im not taking her just so she can get pills and get fucked up. Grant it I used to be a pill head. I used to be an alcoholic too. I stopped acting stupid at an early age. She is 45 and still wants to act stupid. She has 3 children. Me and my 2 younger brothers. Daniel who is 20 and Drew who is fixing to turn 7. She gave us all up for adoption. She would have rather been on drugs her whole life than to raise her own kids. Now I love this woman I really do but I can't support her habits. I can't go back to that life and if I'm around it alot I want to do it too. I love to drink but I can't do that often and I love pills...Im so thankful I could control my pill taking thru all my back problems in 2011 and my surgery. I took them like i was supposed to. There was alot of times I would want to take 3 Percocets instead of 1. But I made it through it. I'm proud of myself. Idk if she will stay mad a long time or what but Im making the best decision for me. Yes I could go borrow my moms van and take her. But I'm not going to. She can ask someone else to take her. Goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-7916822739637726617?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7916822739637726617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7916822739637726617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/7916822739637726617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/really.html' title='Really'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHEICzBSX14/TwId0n6vV2I/AAAAAAAAABo/CSK7iTPE_9s/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-559836475466800052</id><published>2012-01-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:15:47.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUncJP7o3BU/TwIeYczd_HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nh8AYsGczds/s1600/Me%2526mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUncJP7o3BU/TwIeYczd_HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nh8AYsGczds/s320/Me%2526mike.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well 5 years ago I got married again. Boy has it been a crazy ride. More bad than good. Our first year my dad and 5 others family members of mine passed away and my nerves were shot and I was a little crazy that year. And I had to have a major surgery..drreadful.. 2nd yr we had a wedding cause we got married at the courthouse in Boliver Tennessee. The wedding was nice. Also that year Michael lost his job from Ashley and we had to file bankruptcy. In Sept of that year we moved in with his grandmother to help take care of her since he wasn't working and was drawing unemployment. 3rd year he stayed on unemployment until Nov. We was together almost everyday that year. It was Kinda cool. He started working at Wal mart in pontotoc in Nov. 4th year I worked at dollar general and he was at wal mart. well 2011 was a terrible year for our marriage...we argued alot and I left him several times. I had Gallbladder surgery, spider bit and had to have surgery on that 3 days after my gallbladder surgery, and back surgery in Nov. He was there for me during those times. I love him for that because without him idk if i would have made it through. He is not all bad. And im not perfect either...but there is only so much i can take. I guess thats what I get for marrying a guy I didnt even know. I started working at wal mart on Oct 9,2006. Michael asked for my number on Nov. 20,2006...hated him...didnt like him at all...its crazy...I went to his house on the 22nd....so im going to skip threw Dec and go to Jan.. we got married on the 2nd of Jan in 07. We knew each other 5 weeks. Thats the craziest thing I have ever heard of. WOW! Oh well it happened and I can't change it. I got married for the wrong reasons...But not going into that today. Our marriage will either get better or it will end...Lets see how it goes... Good Bye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-559836475466800052?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/559836475466800052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/559836475466800052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/559836475466800052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-years.html' title='5 years'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUncJP7o3BU/TwIeYczd_HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nh8AYsGczds/s72-c/Me%2526mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-3441974597289113673</id><published>2012-01-01T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:30:42.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow is our 5 year anniversary and all we have done is argue tonight. This is crazy..I am so tired of arguing all the time. Neither of us is happy and I can't understand why we are even still together. He knows the last time was the last time. I left him for 2 days and nights about a month ago and I should have stayed gone I guess. I had a peace of mind while I was gone. No arguing and no worrying about all the shit. I let him know tonight that this is a new year and I am gonna be a new Tasha. All my life I have put EVERYBODY before myself. Well thats all gonna change. I am putting me first now and I'm going to worry about me. I am in the shape I am in now physically, emotionally, and mentally because I have never took care of ME. I am not even sure how to take care of ME. maybe I will it out before long. Well he doesn't really like the idea because he thinks I'm telling him that I dont care about him. For 5 years I have put him ahead of me and he is spoiled and it is my fault and I know that. Not anymore. I gotta worry about me. I gotta find myself in this world and take care of me. Maybe it makes me sound selfish..I honestly dont know because I have never really cared about me. Especially not in the past 2 years. I have drug myself down to where i was almost nothing to myself. I can't keep living life like that. I have to believe in me...I never buy myself anything. I bought me a 4 piece car kit for christmas and I havent even took it outta the box because Im thinking about carrying it back. I always do that. I end up taking stuff I get for me back...For 5 months i have not had any clothes that fit me and I wouldn't even buy me any clothes. Well damn it im gonna get me some clothes when I get a job. Im tired of not having anything nice to wear. I have looked like a slob for too long and i deserve better than that. I am also done with helping people that don't help me. &amp;nbsp;I never ask anyone for nothin and the one time i do I get the answer no...so no more helping people over and over. I have always givin certain people my whole life. I can't keep going like that. I really don't know how i sound saying all this because I have never said this kind of stuff. I know me very well and I will prolly not stick to what I say and what I think. If i sound like a crazy person then maybe I am..idk...I just know something has got to change and soon. Im gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-3441974597289113673?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3441974597289113673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3441974597289113673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/3441974597289113673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-night.html' title='Crazy Night'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1965805135079218624</id><published>2012-01-01T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:11:22.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day turned Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well this afternoon has been pretty good besides me and Michael arguing. Thats nothing unusual... I have been texting a special friend. We are talking about our dreams. I hope one day both of our dreams come true. I know she deserves to have her dreams come true. She is also a very good photographer. I am too and i still get mad when i think about losing my camera in the bankruptcy. I did not even kno Michael had put it don for collateral...i still get mad. But soon enough I will get another camera and start taking pictures again. Photography is my passion. Always has been and always will be. :) goodbye for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-1965805135079218624?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1965805135079218624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-day-turned-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1965805135079218624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1965805135079218624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-day-turned-good.html' title='Bad Day turned Good'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-4794782511120164745</id><published>2012-01-01T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:05:09.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Morning Blog....&lt;/span&gt;Well I didn't wake up til 10:15...I do not remember what time I finally went to sleep...I really hope today is better than yesterday. It's Sunday morning. My brother is asleep on the couch...and I'm smoking a cigarette and blogging. I gotta put laundry up and wash dishes and clothes. I need to try to vac the livingroom floor. I mopped the kitchen floor yesterday. It hurt my back some. I thought all that crap would be over, but I guess it will take a little while to build my back up more. I will be ready when im 100% again. Maybe it will not be long. I want to start walking soon. The cold weather makes my bones ache so I can't walk to long in the cold weather. But I am going to try. I did not sleep good. But my mind is racing and that's why. Maybe it will stop racing sometime soon. Gotta get over some stuff and figure out what I want to do about other stuff. Life is crazy sometimes. A lot of obstacles along the way. I am gonna go for now but not forever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-4794782511120164745?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4794782511120164745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4794782511120164745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/4794782511120164745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057902826450928602.post-1839157951966238657</id><published>2011-12-31T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:16:37.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEYuIL_IQYU/TwAFC6oZrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/hVZiz9UiJTo/s1600/5053210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEYuIL_IQYU/TwAFC6oZrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/hVZiz9UiJTo/s320/5053210.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe it is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;already 2012...2011 was a crazy year...and it ended VERY badly. I got so mad that I threw up 3 times and then got mad again and had to leave my home and go riding around. I haven't been that mad in a long time. Im just glad I still have a certain person in my life. I care alot about her and she is a great friend. So glad I found her. She has done her best to help me through today and tonight. Thank You...I am back home now and trying to calm down. Maybe when I go to bed and wake up in a few hours everything will be better. Well somethings anyways. Michael went to bed at 7 or 7:30...HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR to me. Spending it all alone. I can't believe he went to bed and wouldn't even bring in the New Year with me. Well we have our problems but I guess they will get worked through or they won't. At this time I do not care because I have been hurt by someone else. She hurt me worse than I ever thought of hurting her. Apparently i'm a lazy ass fat ass bitch...so I was told. Well i'm not...and I hope it made her have peace to say that to me...because Karma is a real bitch. Enough about that...My pups are laying beside me asleep as they always are at this time of night. They love their momma and want to be under my ass all the time. But I gotta let them outside before long so I can go to bed. I hope I can sleep tonight with all this stuff in my head. If I don't then I will get back up and watch tv or something. I never watch tv anymore. Don't care too much for it half the time. My new years resolution is to lose 75 more lbs by the end of summer and to quit smoking within the next few weeks. I can't quit with so much drama right now. But I will quit again and begin to workout again. I have to start out slow because my back is not ready for full force just yet. Prolly just walk at first before doing my strenuous workouts. Maybe in Feb I will start all my workouts and my Biggest Loser workout. Its intense at times. But you burn a lot of calories. Life never ceases to amaze me and neither do people. Im gonna go for now but not forever!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057902826450928602-1839157951966238657?l=ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1839157951966238657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1839157951966238657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057902826450928602/posts/default/1839157951966238657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebutterflies.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Dixie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17453474465109787121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvE6r9Xz104/TyCb1cNcKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AGYQJUuwclo/s220/120124_0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEYuIL_IQYU/TwAFC6oZrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/hVZiz9UiJTo/s72-c/5053210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
