<?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-9242573</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:56:51.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Box of Chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>A Single Mother's Journey. 
Past, Present, and all my plans for the future.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-115577704650144602</id><published>2006-08-16T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:10:46.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life......</title><summary type='text'>I have not written in so long that I dont even know where to start. Hunny finally moved in back in June, my landlord passed away, I went to philly, big camp weekend just passed and we are moving.......home.Yes that is right I am moving home. Right before I left for Philly my dad called and wanted to talk. Told me that Jeff and I needed to sit down and talk about some stuff. Then he popped the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/115577704650144602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=115577704650144602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/115577704650144602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/115577704650144602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='Life......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-114410103492452239</id><published>2006-04-03T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:50:34.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days and counting</title><summary type='text'>We leave for Disney in 12 days. I am so excited but nervous at the same time. Jeff is staying home to organize and get things in order for him to start moving stuff in. *Sigh*. Things are still going good but I swear he has OCD. He can not sit still and nothing can be out of place. This could cause many issues because I am not quite as organized as I should be. He found a phone bill in the closet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/114410103492452239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=114410103492452239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114410103492452239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114410103492452239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/04/12-days-and-counting.html' title='12 Days and counting'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-114220710684716717</id><published>2006-03-12T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:45:06.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are finally falling into place.</title><summary type='text'>With Jeff that is. Things are going great. We have decided that we are going to move in together soon. Probably by the end of summer. Which is exciting but scary. I have not lived with anyone in 5 years and I am sure he hasnt lived with anyone in atleast 8 years. So it is going to be a learning process. Things are in process as we speak. Cleaning and organizing so that the move is a smooth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/114220710684716717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=114220710684716717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114220710684716717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114220710684716717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-are-finally-falling-into-place.html' title='Things are finally falling into place.'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-114097982856324014</id><published>2006-02-26T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:50:29.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad the week has finally come to an end....</title><summary type='text'>This past week has sucked so bad. Exactly one week ago today I was standing in the ER with my best friend watching her mother fight for her life. Sadly her mother did not make it and she was waked on thursday. I have known my friend for 23 years and I know the history of her and her family as if it were my own. I cannot imagine losing either of my parents at such a young age. As sad as it is, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/114097982856324014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=114097982856324014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114097982856324014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114097982856324014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/glad-week-has-finally-come-to-end.html' title='Glad the week has finally come to an end....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-114004744572393515</id><published>2006-02-15T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:50:46.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love thee.....</title><summary type='text'>Omg, like I said the other day, Jeff seems to surprise me more and more everyday. Last night he came over for Valentines day. We were planning on going to dinner so we decided to do the gifts first. I got him a talking baby Stewie (Family Guy) and a rolling Stones T-Shirt. Well he got my daughter a big headed dog that looks just like our dog. Then it was my turn. Do you know he drove 45 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/114004744572393515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=114004744572393515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114004744572393515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/114004744572393515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-i-love-thee.html' title='How I love thee.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113988196764023099</id><published>2006-02-13T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:52:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What could it be?</title><summary type='text'>When I called Hunny tonight he said that he got me a present, I have tried to guess but he is not giving in. I know it is something I cannot wear, it is not blue, it is not disney, he drove 45 minutes to find it, it is not breakable and it is something he knows I will like. He did ask me if he could meet me at lunch tomorrow and give it to me. I told him no.....lol. I dont want to be around a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113988196764023099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113988196764023099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113988196764023099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113988196764023099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-could-it-be.html' title='What could it be?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113980063357477363</id><published>2006-02-12T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:17:13.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland!!!</title><summary type='text'>Maybe for someone who likes snow it is a Winter wonderland. I myself hate snow and last night we got over  a foot dropped on us. But I was thrilled because Jeff was here when it started and when we woke up this morning he decided it was best to stay put. He has been here since Friday and it was a very nice weekend for us. We discussed our future and what we both want. And even though we do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113980063357477363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113980063357477363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113980063357477363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113980063357477363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113953434491009622</id><published>2006-02-09T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:19:04.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I let things eat at me?</title><summary type='text'>Well the Banquet is over and it went fairly well. But the only thing that is eating me alive is that fact that Cheerdad did not even say hello to my daughter. Someone who became so close to us and he could not have even sucked it up and said hello to her. I guess regaurdless of the situation I would not take it out on his daughter and I dont expect him to take it out on mine.But Jeff did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113953434491009622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113953434491009622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113953434491009622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113953434491009622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-i-let-things-eat-at-me.html' title='Why do I let things eat at me?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113935069179937053</id><published>2006-02-07T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:18:11.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some times lying is the way.....</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to Jeff the other night about the whole cheerdad issue and asked him if he minded us getting the kids together. Well I guess I should have said nothing at all because he asked if there was more than a friendship there and I said "NO". Well being the person I am, I cannot stand someone who lies, So I had to set everything straight. 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Last night Jeff called to tell me that he had something to say that "I would not like". Who in the world starts a conversation like that? Well it ended up that he was going to go play cards with his friends and then come over. Why would that bother me? I want him to be happy, he does not need to spend his every waking moment with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113908949163662461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113908949163662461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113908949163662461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113908949163662461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-did-you-say.html' title='WHAT did you say?????'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113842196444806007</id><published>2006-01-27T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:34:15.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I take a moment to vent?</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty uneventful day till I got out of work. After that I felt like my night was going to be a complete bitch session. I called a friend of mine to see how she was and to see if she wanted to go shopping (yup caught the shopping bug today). She then proceded to tell me that she ran into cheer dad at the mall the other day, He was with some small blonde lady (could be his sister) but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113842196444806007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113842196444806007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113842196444806007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113842196444806007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/01/may-i-take-moment-to-vent.html' title='May I take a moment to vent?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113745412504897283</id><published>2006-01-16T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:08:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday.....</title><summary type='text'>Yup that is how I feel today. One minute happy and laughing and then something hit me and put me in this mood. I cant even explain the mood I am in. It is not quite sad but just hurt and confused. Since recieving that letter from cheerdad I have made 2 attempts to contact him, you know figuring that it would somehow break the ice. Well the first one I got no reply and the second he wrote me on my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113745412504897283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113745412504897283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113745412504897283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113745412504897283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another Manic Monday.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113710698137861710</id><published>2006-01-12T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:03:05.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Someone Elses Pain =  Your Pleasure!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today is one of those days. I woke up this morning with another headache. Only to realize that I have figured out why they are coming on so strongly. STRESS. So that was when I realized it is time to fix these headaches once and for all and get rid of my unwanted stress.Well I am sure I have stepped on a few people today to make myself happy. The main person is my daughters sperm donor. This man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113710698137861710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113710698137861710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113710698137861710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113710698137861710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-someone-elses-pain-your.html' title='Sometimes Someone Elses Pain =  Your Pleasure!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113673461573548580</id><published>2006-01-08T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:36:55.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have done it again......</title><summary type='text'>In the past week I have really had nothing good to say, my emotions are running a muck and I am better off sitting alone and thinking about things. My friendship with Cheerdad is officially over at this point, Probably my fault but there is nothing I will do to fix it. He has become very distant and strange over the past few months. Last weekend he told me he was coming over here and then never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113673461573548580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113673461573548580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113673461573548580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113673461573548580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-done-it-again.html' title='I have done it again......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113624576028808521</id><published>2006-01-02T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:49:20.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I found.....</title><summary type='text'>Well actually no I did not find him. On Saturday morning my ex stopped by and when he was getting ready to leave he called me from the driveway and told me to come outside. When I got out there this little guy is what I found under my car. I stayed outside for alittle bit thinking someone would come looking for him but noone came. He was cold and shivering so I brought him in and wrapped him in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113624576028808521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113624576028808521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113624576028808521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113624576028808521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what I found.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113548671407060960</id><published>2005-12-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:58:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy Gift Exchange.....</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I went to Jimp's family christmas party. I had fun but I learned a very strange Christmas tradition that was oddly funny. They have this party where they all sit around and eat and then do a gift swap similar to the Yankee swap. The twist however is that you wrap up junk that you want to get rid of. No price limit, nothing new, just junk from your attic or celar that you have been holding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113548671407060960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113548671407060960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113548671407060960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113548671407060960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/goofy-gift-exchange.html' title='Goofy Gift Exchange.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113537954867266053</id><published>2005-12-23T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:12:28.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be me....</title><summary type='text'>I have had a very frustrating week. My stress level has gone way up to the point I have been making myself sick with stress. I refuse to let this happen again. Yes I want to lose weight but not because I am sick all the time from stress. Work has got me on my toes constantly and it is frustrating me. I am learning the new billing position but my co workers keep bugging my trainor every 5 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113537954867266053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113537954867266053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113537954867266053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113537954867266053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-must-be-me.html' title='It must be me....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113504234824328156</id><published>2005-12-19T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:32:28.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><summary type='text'>Is to just be happy. I guess I have the Christmas blues again. I have been very depressed for the last few days. Saturday was such a great day and had a great time. But Sunday morning started out bad and has gotten progressivley worse since. I have never been a big fan of Christmas. There is not much at all I like about it to be honest. And having to go out shopping just plain depresses me. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113504234824328156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113504234824328156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113504234824328156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113504234824328156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113468763660123546</id><published>2005-12-15T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:00:36.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am high (on life of course).....</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have had the Christmas blues. I still have that feeling about Christmas but as far as life I am feeling pretty good. This past week I did something that I probably should not have done. That is nothing new when your mind works like mine does. I sent Jeff  a birthday card, and of course to my surprise he responded. We have exchanged emails a few times over the last week and that has made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113468763660123546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113468763660123546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113468763660123546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113468763660123546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-am-high-on-life-of-course.html' title='Today I am high (on life of course).....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113426838358732729</id><published>2005-12-10T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:33:03.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An 8 A.M Phone call is never a good sign.....</title><summary type='text'>I was awoken by the phone this morning. I am not a morning person so my home phone never rings before 10. Other than Jim calling my cell just because he is a jerk. LOL.  I got up to answer the phone and missed it, then my cell started ringing and missed that too. I looked at the ID and it was my mom. First thing that came to mind is Oh my God something is wrong. I hit that nail right on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113426838358732729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113426838358732729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113426838358732729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113426838358732729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/8-am-phone-call-is-never-good-sign.html' title='An 8 A.M Phone call is never a good sign.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113416672856571750</id><published>2005-12-09T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:18:48.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate snow, I hate snow, I hate snow......</title><summary type='text'>Yes the heading should be sung the same as let it snow.... but in all honesty I HATE snow. Mother nature decided that she would just open up the sky and dump a foot of snow right over us today. Oh how I hate it. I think it is pretty the first time every year but we got covered on Thanksgiving and I really did not feel the need to have more. I know I cannot control it but it just plain sucks.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113416672856571750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113416672856571750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113416672856571750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113416672856571750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-snow-i-hate-snow-i-hate-snow.html' title='I hate snow, I hate snow, I hate snow......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113391580971147758</id><published>2005-12-06T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:36:52.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is about time......</title><summary type='text'>I have worked at the Hospital now for over a month, 3 days into my job I was told that my position was terminated. The upside to this is that they cannot just let me go because of the union. So for the past month I have been in limbo doing just about everything and anything I could get my hands into collections, cashiering, remitance and odds and ends. But today I was called into the office and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113391580971147758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113391580971147758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113391580971147758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113391580971147758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-about-time.html' title='It is about time......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113356953457058964</id><published>2005-12-02T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:25:40.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it is just that time of year!!!!</title><summary type='text'>My emotions are running out of control. I hate this time of year. I am not fond of the Christmas season at all. I think alot is just bothering me right now and the stress of Christmas is just not helping.My friendship with Cheer Dad is pretty much null and void at this point. This makes me very sad. I like him alot but... there are things that bug me about him and I freaked out the other day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113356953457058964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113356953457058964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113356953457058964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113356953457058964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-it-is-just-that-time-of-year.html' title='I think it is just that time of year!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113219749188579069</id><published>2005-11-16T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:18:11.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what really bugs me?</title><summary type='text'>Alot of things to be exact. But the one thing that really bothers me is the fact that I think my phone only works if it is dialing out. Yes that is right, I must not be able to accept incoming calls. This is how I have been feeling for some time now. It seems most of my friends have better things to do than to call me every now and then. I am tired of having the one way friendships.I love people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113219749188579069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113219749188579069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113219749188579069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113219749188579069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-you-know-what-really-bugs-me.html' title='Do you know what really bugs me?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113209803409646483</id><published>2005-11-15T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:40:34.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Failure!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>That is how I am feeling today. I just came home from a parent/teacher conference. Lets start by saying how much I hated them as a kid, now I really dont care too much for them as an adult either.  We got report cards today as well. And to my surprise my kid got 3 C's. WTF. Up until now she has gotten all A's and maybe one or 2 B's. I was not hard on her but I am very disappointed. She rushes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113209803409646483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113209803409646483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113209803409646483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113209803409646483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/parental-failure.html' title='Parental Failure!!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113193034114319133</id><published>2005-11-13T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:05:41.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do?</title><summary type='text'>My mind is still running faster than ever. I have gotten the answers I was looking for but yet I still am far from happy. Sometimes I wish I said nothing at all. Other times I am glad I did what I did. But today is one of those days that I wish I said nothing and wished things where as they where. I dont want to chase anyone anymore. I want to find me. I just want to be happy wether that means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113193034114319133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113193034114319133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113193034114319133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113193034114319133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113185922730393623</id><published>2005-11-12T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:20:29.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><summary type='text'>All my life it seems that men have been more of a problem than anything else. Most of the men that have come and gone through the years have done nothing but bring me down and make me shed tears. Hell when I thought I had no tears left to cry they managed to get me to produce more. I have had some very bad encounters with men before. I have been both Physically and Mentally abused by them and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113185922730393623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113185922730393623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113185922730393623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113185922730393623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113158046296104571</id><published>2005-11-09T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:54:22.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever.....</title><summary type='text'>Had such a bad day that you just wish you could crawl in a hole and never come out? That is how my day is going. I had a pretty good day at work until about 2pm when I was then informed that I might be out of a job as early as friday. Why is this a problem you might ask? Well because I have only been there 3 fucking days. What do you mean I might be out of a job. Apparently they are getting rid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113158046296104571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113158046296104571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113158046296104571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113158046296104571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113141042770995755</id><published>2005-11-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:40:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Amazing</title><summary type='text'>It is Amazing how one person's words can change the whole outlook of your day. I awoke this morning with a pretty shitty attitude. I had emailed cheerdad last night in hopes of getting some answers so I did not sleep well and was really crabby. So this morning I got up early to start my new job. My emotions where going crazy. Scared, nervous, sad, anxious and just feeling alittle crazy. I should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113141042770995755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113141042770995755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113141042770995755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113141042770995755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-amazing.html' title='It is Amazing'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-113095890087545942</id><published>2005-11-02T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:15:01.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheels in my head keep on turning.....</title><summary type='text'>Or at least that is how I have been feeling for the past few days. I have gotten the job at the hospital and have had all the tests done and results back, now I am just waiting to start. I had given my notice at the old company, at least until yesterday when they pissed me off and I said "fuck it" and walked out. So now I have 4 days off with no pay waiting to start my new job. I guess when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/113095890087545942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=113095890087545942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113095890087545942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/113095890087545942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/11/wheels-in-my-head-keep-on-turning.html' title='The Wheels in my head keep on turning.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112969157936352596</id><published>2005-10-19T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:13:21.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow what a crazy life</title><summary type='text'>It has been quite awhile, Lets see where to start.... I GOT THE JOB!!!! I have to go on friday for a TB test and a drug test. Once my results come back I will give my notice at my current job. My start date for the hospital is Nov. 7th. I am so excited. I get to go buy all new clothes. That right there excites me. I am very happy about this.It just seems like my life is moving so fast. I am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112969157936352596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112969157936352596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112969157936352596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112969157936352596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-what-crazy-life.html' title='Wow what a crazy life'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112874005089684228</id><published>2005-10-08T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:54:10.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it has been so long....</title><summary type='text'>Alot has gone on in the past few weeks. Cheering (for my daughter) has consumed my life. We do this 3 times a week and it seems never ending. On the upside they took 2nd place in there first competition. Next Comp is at the end of the month so wish them luck.So I also met a new guy friend. Yes a single cheering dad. We are so much alike it is scarry. But we spend alot of time together and I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112874005089684228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112874005089684228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112874005089684228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112874005089684228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry it has been so long....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112725414117513869</id><published>2005-09-20T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:09:01.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend in a "Nutshell"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112725414117513869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112725414117513869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112725414117513869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112725414117513869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-weekend-in-nutshell.html' title='My weekend in a &quot;Nutshell&quot;'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112614635967886102</id><published>2005-09-07T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:25:59.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.......</title><summary type='text'>I really dont have too much to say today. Philly was a blast. I loved flying. And Men absolutely suck!When you really think you know someone and can trust them they turn against you. Hmmm such is life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112614635967886102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112614635967886102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112614635967886102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112614635967886102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/09/well.html' title='Well.......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112562871551348227</id><published>2005-09-01T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:45:55.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>morning cannot come quick enough</title><summary type='text'>I leave in the morning to go to Philly. I am excited and nervous at the same time. But Jimp is good to me and he will do whatever I need him to do to make me feel at home. I am not going to write alot, I still have so much to do. But on the job front, I hate it. So when I come home I am going to start sending out resumes again. I will write when I get back about my trip. With Me and Jimp hanging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112562871551348227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112562871551348227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112562871551348227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112562871551348227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/09/morning-cannot-come-quick-enough.html' title='morning cannot come quick enough'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112526803182169297</id><published>2005-08-28T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:27:43.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather sucks!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today has been a very odd day. First off I am sick, well allergies are bothering me. I had to go to cheering with my daughter first thing this morning. I ended up coming home and sleeping most of the day away.When I finally woke up it was all sticky and muggy. I hate when it is like that. Then it started to rain. Oh how I hate the rain, it brings me down. Now I have no energy what so ever.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112526803182169297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112526803182169297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112526803182169297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112526803182169297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/weather-sucks.html' title='The weather sucks!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112511368262156239</id><published>2005-08-27T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:47:37.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and say your goodbyes (very long)</title><summary type='text'>This is the phone call I received more times than I care to remember. It was the first week of January 1998, my Nana was going in for surgery. (Now this is a woman who would cough the wrong way and admit herself to the hospital, low and behold her stomach was turning black and she said nothing.) I remember it like it was yesterday. My daughter was sick with the flu the night before Nana's surgery</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112511368262156239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112511368262156239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112511368262156239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112511368262156239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/come-and-say-your-goodbyes-very-long.html' title='Come and say your goodbyes (very long)'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112510680668991391</id><published>2005-08-27T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:40:06.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now......</title><summary type='text'>My day is done. This morning I went into work with a clear head. I told myself that it was not worth getting upset over. I was leaving and that was final. Well I had every intention of leaving at noon. Well around 11:15 I got an email from the general manager telling me that in all seriousness(we mess around all day, joking and being funny) that he really is going to miss me and that he would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112510680668991391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112510680668991391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112510680668991391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112510680668991391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now......'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112497731756673094</id><published>2005-08-25T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:41:57.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official countdown begins.....NOW</title><summary type='text'>I only have 10 hours left before i can leave this hellish place. It is now time to put the past behind me and move on with my life. I am miserable at my current job. I have worked for the same company for 8 years. I walked through these doors 8 years ago, I was 19 years old. Even then I did not want to work here. But my mother got me in the door and it was a job. Which I needed desperatley, as i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112497731756673094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112497731756673094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112497731756673094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112497731756673094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/official-countdown-beginsnow.html' title='The Official countdown begins.....NOW'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112473171484462095</id><published>2005-08-22T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:28:34.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in.....</title><summary type='text'>Yes we are dating. He told me on Saturday night that he wants me to be his girlfriend. So it is now official. Not that it mattered either way but just so we were on the same page we had to have "the talk". Everything went well.Camp on Friday night did not go as expected. I hung out with Jimp most of the time. I felt I kinda owed it to him. I didn't spend much time with him last week and he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112473171484462095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112473171484462095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112473171484462095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112473171484462095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112457495389913611</id><published>2005-08-20T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:55:53.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance</title><summary type='text'>Tonight is the testimonial for some friends of mine. I am not going to be dancing all night though. I think my oldest sister got the only dance genes in our entire family. I look like a complete fool when I dance, kinda like a fish out of water. Ok maybe I will dance depending on how much alcohol is running through my veins. Alabama Slammers here I come. I am going to try to behave though. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112457495389913611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112457495389913611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112457495389913611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112457495389913611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112447874505112857</id><published>2005-08-19T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:14:56.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is the night</title><summary type='text'>Well I am leaving in about 15 minutes to go up to the camp. I need all the good wishes that you can give me. I hope things work out to my advantage. Which at this point I am not sure what that is. I am excited but yet oh so scared. I am going up there with a positive attitude and of course I am hoping for the best. I will let you know when I know what is going on. Have a good day.On another note </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112447874505112857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112447874505112857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112447874505112857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112447874505112857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is the night'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112439135405939059</id><published>2005-08-18T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:55:54.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new work friend</title><summary type='text'>We have issues with Mice at work. Well there was talk yesterday about setting traps. We decided in our office we wanted Have a heart traps. This way we will catch them but it will not kill them. So this morning, When I came in there was a mouse in the trap. He is so cute. I have decided to name him George. At 10am break we took George out into the woods and let him go. I know it sounds crazy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112439135405939059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112439135405939059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112439135405939059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112439135405939059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-work-friend.html' title='My new work friend'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112439213165561246</id><published>2005-08-18T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:08:51.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or shouldn't I ?????</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here wondering if I should or should not go up to the camp this weekend. Now I am having mixed feelings. Of course I want to go up there, I want to know what is going on, I guess I even want to know if it will go any further or if it is going to be diffrent. But at the same time I am thinking that maybe I should just leave things alone, wait around for him to call me (which could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112439213165561246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112439213165561246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112439213165561246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112439213165561246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='Should I or shouldn&apos;t I ?????'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112431936525141978</id><published>2005-08-17T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:56:05.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions are running high</title><summary type='text'>Well the last few days at work have been very boring. Since it is my last 2 weeks my boss has taken most of my work away. So now I sit and surf the net all day and I am going crazy. I think tomorrow I might ask to go work out on the floor. At least it will keep my mind from racing. Since Sunday I have done nothing but think. Yesterday Jimf called me and we talked about me going up there again on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112431936525141978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112431936525141978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112431936525141978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112431936525141978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/emotions-are-running-high.html' title='Emotions are running high'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112428319662784292</id><published>2005-08-17T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:40:11.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange how some songs can be your own life story!</title><summary type='text'>Last night on my way home from work this song came on the radio, for what ever reason it reminded me of Jeff. It is funny how songs tell your life story almost to a tee. So this song has become my anthem, yes dont ask why it is just how I feel about alot of things, but especially the whole Jeff era of my life.   SCAR by Papa RoachI tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112428319662784292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112428319662784292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112428319662784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112428319662784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/strange-how-some-songs-can-be-your-own.html' title='Strange how some songs can be your own life story!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112415521305235584</id><published>2005-08-16T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:20:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a drive-by fruiting</title><summary type='text'>Well not really, more like a vegetable. I went camping with the boys this weekend. Let me start by saying when you get them together and there is alcohol involved it gets very physical between them. More like abusive between the two. They throw things at each other and they don't care what it is. We were not even there 1 hour when I didn't get out of the way quick enough and got hit with a flying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112415521305235584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112415521305235584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112415521305235584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112415521305235584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-drive-by-fruiting.html' title='It was a drive-by fruiting'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112416005118293757</id><published>2005-08-15T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:40:51.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flaming TP</title><summary type='text'>The first day at the cabin was very interesting. I made the boys help me carry the groceries into the house. 10 minutes in and all was well. Or so we thought. Me and Jimp where in the kitchen and we both smelled something burning. I thought it was outside in the firepit. Nope, it was toilet paper on the kitchen table.  One of the boys put a bag on top of a burning candle. Not a smart thing to put</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112416005118293757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112416005118293757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112416005118293757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112416005118293757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/flaming-tp.html' title='flaming TP'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112372869570992911</id><published>2005-08-11T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:51:35.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So close but yet so far away</title><summary type='text'>Life is funny in a way. I just got off the phone with my friend Heather and we where on a conference type call with her friend Mike. And the conversation came up about how different we are from one another. It made me think about it more in depth after we hung up. Heather said it exactly right, we could not be more different. I am blunt and say what I feel at the moment and Heather is always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112372869570992911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112372869570992911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112372869570992911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112372869570992911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-close-but-yet-so-far-away.html' title='So close but yet so far away'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112346408875682409</id><published>2005-08-08T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:26:08.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Why is life so frustrating? My car is broken again, which for some reason does not surprise me. I just feel so helpless. I really do not have the money to fix the car. But without a transmission it is not going to run. I went through 2 quarts of transmission fluid since Monday. That may sound like a long time but that is just not good.  Plus today my mind has been running all day. How is it you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112346408875682409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112346408875682409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112346408875682409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112346408875682409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112344400664037007</id><published>2005-08-07T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:46:46.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #2?</title><summary type='text'>Well this week has been a big blur to me. I was on Vacation all week. It went fairly well. I wanted to sleep in all week but that did not happen. Anyways the last time I wrote I had just come home from the wedding. Now on to the family cookout.I ended up going to my friends family cookout with him. Yes I guess you could say as his date. I met the other side of his family this week. All went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112344400664037007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112344400664037007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112344400664037007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112344400664037007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/date-2.html' title='Date #2?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112303607462351656</id><published>2005-08-02T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:27:54.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh the wedding.....</title><summary type='text'>I have to start out by saying that my date was such a gentleman. We had such an Awesome time. Of course it did not start that way. Or at least preparation did not go that well. On Saturday I hung out at a friends store playing online games, but I swore I would come home by 3 to get ready to go to the wedding. Well that gives me almost 2 hours to get ready, not a problem right? Wrong. Not when you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112303607462351656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112303607462351656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112303607462351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112303607462351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhh-wedding.html' title='Ahhh the wedding.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112268058276769850</id><published>2005-07-29T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:43:02.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get Girly,,,,,</title><summary type='text'>Well this week has been a rough one for me. I am going to a wedding with one of my close friends, and anyone who knows me, knows that I am not the girly type. I hate dressing up. Not that I dress all butch or anything. But dresses are not my thing. I like to be comfortable. I ran around this week looking for something that I could wear and not look like a gramma, because lets face it the clothes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112268058276769850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112268058276769850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112268058276769850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112268058276769850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-to-get-girly.html' title='Time to get Girly,,,,,'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112232819839701728</id><published>2005-07-25T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:02:42.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was incredibly busy. I went to the drive ins with my friend Matt, his daughter, my daughter and of course the dog. Let me start by saying the dog did well. I had no desire to see Charlie and the Chocolate factory, Umpa Lumpa's scare me, but the movie was not all that bad. Johnny Depp scared me a little but it was worth seeing.On to Saturday, I had to go and meet my daughters cheering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112232819839701728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112232819839701728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112232819839701728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112232819839701728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck!!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112173464892431359</id><published>2005-07-18T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:57:28.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey</title><summary type='text'>In previous posts I have talked about my little dog, Lacey. So I have posted a picture of my little friend. Tonight Lacey was afraid because we had really bad thunderstorms. She is like a little baby. She needs constant attention and will not get off of you until you give it.  Here she is trying to hide from the storm. She is the strangest dog I have ever met. She likes to be covered even when it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112173464892431359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112173464892431359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112173464892431359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112173464892431359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/lacey.html' title='Lacey'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112161868575523439</id><published>2005-07-17T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:44:45.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well we pulled it off.....</title><summary type='text'>My friend turns 30 tomorrow and her husband and I planned a surprise birthday party held yesterday. Now I did not write about all the preparation aggravations because she reads this blog and I was not about to ruin it. Now Heather is the type of person that you can hide NOTHING from. So for her husband and I it was a major accomplishment. Not that we enjoyed sneaking around for the past few weeks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112161868575523439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112161868575523439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112161868575523439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112161868575523439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-we-pulled-it-off.html' title='Well we pulled it off.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112121024041646180</id><published>2005-07-12T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:17:20.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are funny....</title><summary type='text'>I have a 9 year old daughter who thinks she is 30. Yes this is mostly my fault, I am a single mother and she is unfortunatley around adults more than children. But anyways today I took her and 2 of her friends swimming at my mothers. She finally jumped off the diving board which is a huge accomplishment for her. They had a great time even though I only allowed them to stay there for an hour. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112121024041646180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112121024041646180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112121024041646180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112121024041646180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/kids-are-funny.html' title='Kids are funny....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-112095501586236238</id><published>2005-07-09T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:31:50.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How time fly's</title><summary type='text'> Well I have not wrote in awhile, and this picture is actually the reason. I have a new sister! Well she is older than I am but she is new to us. I will not go into the details But to make a long story short she found us and she came up for father's day to meet her new family. So I posted this picture of Barbara and Our Father. Things up this way have been pretty hectic these past few weeks. All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/112095501586236238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=112095501586236238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112095501586236238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/112095501586236238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-time-flys.html' title='How time fly&apos;s'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-111681264890508940</id><published>2005-05-22T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:44:08.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Well it is now Sunday and I am feeling alittle down today. My buddy is moving to PA and we had a going away party for him last night. We both got pretty drunk and treated each other better than we have in our entire time knowing each other, which makes today even sadder. He has been there for me through so much and I am really going to miss him. He called this morning and we talked for alittle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/111681264890508940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=111681264890508940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111681264890508940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111681264890508940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/05/lonely-sunday.html' title='Lonely Sunday'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-111585628332191525</id><published>2005-05-11T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:04:43.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><summary type='text'>So my morning started off alittle grumpy. I have new neighbors and they seem to be alot of hassel. They have 2 small dogs that they leave out constantly. Yeah well their dogs woke me up barking at 4am. They barked from 4 to 7. You think they would have taken their dogs in. NOPE. I have a dog and once she starts to bark she is in the house. I guess I am respectful of the neighbors.  So shall I say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/111585628332191525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=111585628332191525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111585628332191525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111585628332191525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-111577667475774613</id><published>2005-05-10T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:57:54.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life so confusing?</title><summary type='text'>Well to some extent my emotional state has gotten somewhat better. But the fact still remains that I have so many unanswered questions. Lately I have been kind of down but then I start to think what upsets me? Well that is where it gets confusing. I miss my ex sometimes but then I write down why I miss him and why I dont. Needless to say I should not miss him at all. He always told me that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/111577667475774613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=111577667475774613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111577667475774613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111577667475774613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-is-life-so-confusing.html' title='Why is life so confusing?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-111206289595454335</id><published>2005-03-28T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:31:16.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is over.....</title><summary type='text'>well the weekend is over. It was very busy. Friday night my brother and his wife brought their kids over to color eggs. Well they never left till noon time the next day. Saturday was very draining in itself. I had my brothers 3 kids here and then my friend had a death in her family and I took her daughter too. But 9 am I was so tired that I wanted to go back to bed. Everyone left by 12 and then I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/111206289595454335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=111206289595454335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111206289595454335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/111206289595454335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/03/weekend-is-over.html' title='The weekend is over.....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110892657556112413</id><published>2005-02-20T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T14:09:35.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it is getting better.</title><summary type='text'>Well I guess his sister is going to bring my movie over sometime this week. I talked to her and she is very supportive of the things I had to say about her brother. She thinks I am right and says she is sorry that it didnt work out. I myself cannot say that i am sorry, it sucks but life will go on. Like I said before it was his loss not mine.I bought a gazelle yesterday and cut open my finger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110892657556112413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110892657556112413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110892657556112413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110892657556112413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-it-is-getting-better.html' title='Well it is getting better.'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110867933694067292</id><published>2005-02-17T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:28:56.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people....</title><summary type='text'>Are just very imature. So Ex-Boyfriends sister has one of my movies. I have written her and asked her to drop it in my mailbox, that way she doesnt have to deal with me. Yup no reply it has been 5 days and she has not returned it. So what is she going to hold my movie hostage.  I dont get those people at all. It is like now that I am not dating her brother she feels the need she can keep my stuff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110867933694067292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110867933694067292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110867933694067292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110867933694067292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-people.html' title='Some people....'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110850709441195332</id><published>2005-02-15T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:38:14.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours and counting</title><summary type='text'>Well it has offically been 48 hours since he left me. It seems to get a lot easier by the minute. Of course I still have emotions and get alittle teary eyed when I think of the good times. But the good thing about that is the good times where so far and few it makes it so much easier. I am more upset with me, The fact that I let it go this far. Now that I am on the outside of the relationship it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110850709441195332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110850709441195332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110850709441195332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110850709441195332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/48-hours-and-counting.html' title='48 hours and counting'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110841013253817182</id><published>2005-02-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:42:12.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it is a new day</title><summary type='text'>Happy Monday. Not really. I slept like crap last night wondering what is wrong with me. When I woke up this morning, I realized it is not me. Jeff was not a very caring person, so him doing this to me when I really needed him the most does not surprise me. I have thought about alot today and I want  afamily. I cannot picture us together and happy. Nor can I picture having a future or a family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110841013253817182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110841013253817182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110841013253817182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110841013253817182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-it-is-new-day.html' title='Well it is a new day'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110834419534867680</id><published>2005-02-13T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:23:15.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I know it is a day early but I wanted to say Happy Valentines day!!! It will not be as happy for me and I would have liked it to be but I will survive. Jeff decided we are not meant for each other and decided our relationship must come to an end. I have to say I do not disagree. I am very sad and I will miss him, but it just is not worth my energy anymore. I loved him with all I had and gave him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110834419534867680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110834419534867680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110834419534867680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110834419534867680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines day!!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110783111809997847</id><published>2005-02-07T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:51:58.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sigh*****</title><summary type='text'>Well I can now let out a sigh of relief. Hunny had his surgery today. Let me start by saying that I am very upset with him for what he has put me through in the last few days. I am very upset that he has not attempted to call before his surgery. I had to have his sister tell him I loved him. Maybe he has good reasoning behind it but it still ripped my heart out. So his mother called today and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110783111809997847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110783111809997847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110783111809997847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110783111809997847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-sigh.html' title='Big Sigh*****'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110774344934224767</id><published>2005-02-06T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:30:49.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO PATS!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Superbowl Sunday!!! It is really not a happy day for me. I was suppose to spend the weekend with hunny but that didnt seem to happen. He called yesterday and told me he wasnt feeling well and that he didnt want me to come over. So I waited for his call last night which never came. I figured I wouldnt push the issue too much with him. Anyways his mother called me this morning at 10am and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110774344934224767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110774344934224767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110774344934224767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110774344934224767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-pats.html' title='GO PATS!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110762837645033554</id><published>2005-02-05T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:32:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long and tiresome road</title><summary type='text'>Well the concert went amazingly well. It took us 2 hours to get there but other than that my daughter was great. So Hunny(I am not sure I should call him that right now) has his surgery on Monday. Being the nice girlfriend that I am arranged to spend most of the weekend with him. He called me at noon time today to inform me that I should stay home, his belly is not feeling well and he does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110762837645033554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110762837645033554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110762837645033554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110762837645033554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-and-tiresome-road.html' title='A long and tiresome road'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110678474069694507</id><published>2005-01-26T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:12:20.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a long time</title><summary type='text'>Wow! I didn't realize how long it has been since I have posted. I have alot going on right now and I don't even know where to start. Hunny still has not had his surgery and has not been over since christmas night. Granted I go see him every weekend but it is still not the same. So his sickness has put a complete toll on me and my life. We are constantly bickering because I don't quite understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110678474069694507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110678474069694507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110678474069694507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110678474069694507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-has-been-long-time.html' title='It has been a long time'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110454731137749073</id><published>2004-12-31T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:41:51.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year....or is it?</title><summary type='text'>Well it is new years eve, and I have not had the best day so far. I havent seen hunny in a week and He had to go to the doctors yesterday. The told him that he has to have another portion of his intestines removed. He called around 3 today and told me that he will not be coming over tonight he is not feeling well. I have so many mixed emotions. I feel bad for him on one hand because he is sick, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110454731137749073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110454731137749073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110454731137749073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110454731137749073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-yearor-is-it.html' title='Happy New Year....or is it?'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110428088001392624</id><published>2004-12-28T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:41:20.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!</title><summary type='text'>It has been along time since I have posted. Christmas is finally over and that is great. We had a busy day and it started out very crappy. I wont even get into that because I am still very angry about it. People are just so stupid sometimes. I went to my fathers and he promised to lock up his feline friends for the morning. I am allergic to them and I wasnt going to go if he didnt. Of course his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110428088001392624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110428088001392624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110428088001392624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110428088001392624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow.html' title='WOW!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110273753289195316</id><published>2004-12-11T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:58:52.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH HUMBUG!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>The closer it gets to christmas the more I want to scream. I am not a huge christmas fan. I do the whole decorating and stuff because I have a child and feel I have to. If it where up to me I would sleep through the holidays. My daughter is listening to christmas music day and night now and I try to stay away. This year it doesn't even feel like Christmas. There are 2 weeks left and I have so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110273753289195316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110273753289195316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110273753289195316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110273753289195316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/bah-humbug.html' title='BAH HUMBUG!!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110272696721905227</id><published>2004-12-10T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:02:47.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>So today was a very bad day for me. My boss had a root canal yesterday so she was not in. I had to sit in on the daily meeting which is something I usually would not mind. My company was sold about 6 months ago and the new owners are really cool. But this morning they needed something done asap and I was trying my hardest to help them out. The production manager came up and started yelling at me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110272696721905227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110272696721905227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110272696721905227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110272696721905227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!!!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110265177838661851</id><published>2004-12-10T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:09:38.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?????</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I had to go to a wake tonight and that went as well as it could. But when I got home I called my aunt(whom I am very close to) and she told me that my uncle has a tumor on his pancreas. Now he is diabetic, and has very high blood pressure so they are very worried about the surgery. The doctor(whom I cannot stand) told him without the surgery it will rupture and he will die because of toxins</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110265177838661851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110265177838661851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110265177838661851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110265177838661851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/why.html' title='Why?????'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110237651623796328</id><published>2004-12-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T18:41:56.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><summary type='text'>Well it is Monday again. 2 weeks tomorrow that the dog had her accident. Things are progressing slowly but she is getting better. We went for our first walk tonight in 2 weeks she was very happy. I think getting her back into her routine will be good for both of us. I am stressing again, Hunny didnt stay over last night, and it is not looking like he will be here tonight either. Sometimes I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110237651623796328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110237651623796328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110237651623796328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110237651623796328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110195653068639597</id><published>2004-12-01T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:02:10.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1st are you kidding.</title><summary type='text'>Well It has been a week and one day since the dog had her accident. Needless to say it has been a very stressful week. She is starting to walk a lot better. She is actually driving me nuts. I am trying to keep her from walking to much per the doctor, but yet all she wants to do is walk around. My daughter had her up on the couch tonight, which normally would be fine, but she ended up getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110195653068639597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110195653068639597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110195653068639597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110195653068639597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-1st-are-you-kidding.html' title='December 1st are you kidding.'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110168814639107798</id><published>2004-11-28T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T19:29:06.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Suck</title><summary type='text'>Well it is sunday. I actually got to sleep in today. My sister had my daughter all weekend so I could tend to the dog. I am not looking forward to working tomorrow. I want to stay with the dog and make sure she has everything she needs to stay comfortable. She is getting better, she is at least trying to stand up on all fours now. My belly is not feeling all that well right now either. I think it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110168814639107798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110168814639107798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110168814639107798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110168814639107798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/sundays-suck.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Suck'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110158152308440264</id><published>2004-11-27T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T13:52:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up!</title><summary type='text'>Well I haven't written in a few days, On tuesday evening I had to work late and sent hunny home to care for the dog. She pooped and peed all over her cage and herself. He went to give her a bath and she attacked him. He dropped her and in all that turmoil somehow slipped a disk in her back. Off to the animal hospital she went, that night we where told she probably would have to be put down, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110158152308440264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110158152308440264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110158152308440264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110158152308440264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110116286571668823</id><published>2004-11-22T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T17:34:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Joy it is Monday</title><summary type='text'>I hate Mondays more than anything. And today just topped the cake. I woke up this morning early, thinking if I got up and got ready with time to spare maybe my day would go ok. Well screw that theory. The lovely dog pooped on my daughters white rug, then again on the Kitchen floor. How dare I shower before taking her out. So I clean it up, take her out, of course at this point she pooped in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110116286571668823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110116286571668823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110116286571668823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110116286571668823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-joy-it-is-monday.html' title='Oh Joy it is Monday'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110107594824134392</id><published>2004-11-21T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:25:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Well it is Sunday. I have done absolutely nothing all day long. I really am not fond of Sundays. I do not look forward to going to work tomorrow morning. The only good thing about it is we only have to work 3 days this week. Which is great for me I could use some time off. I had a crazy day yesterday, I woke up deciding to go and cut all my hair off. Hunny wasn't happy when I told him, but once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110107594824134392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110107594824134392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110107594824134392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110107594824134392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/ah-sunday.html' title='Ah Sunday'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110098319492440664</id><published>2004-11-20T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:39:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to love the weekend!</title><summary type='text'>Well today has been an okay day so far. I got up at regular time (6:40), showered and headed up to daddy's house. Every year I get elected to go christmas shopping with dad for all the grand children. Not that this is a problem because I get some quality alone time with my dad. But he wants to do everything early in the morning and I would love to sleep in. But I will sacrafice my sleep time so I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110098319492440664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110098319492440664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110098319492440664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110098319492440664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/got-to-love-weekend.html' title='Got to love the weekend!'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110090544518263086</id><published>2004-11-19T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:04:05.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A First For Everything</title><summary type='text'>Well this is my first time blogging. I feel I have to explain why I started blogging in the first place. I have issues, who doesn't right? My mind runs constantly and it seems I have random thoughts all day that I would like to say out loud but either don't want to hurt someone's feelings or I feel I sound like a broken record. So I have decided to come here and write a blog. A little about me. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110090544518263086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110090544518263086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110090544518263086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110090544518263086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-for-everything.html' title='A First For Everything'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9242573.post-110090827147597172</id><published>2004-11-19T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:51:11.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe I Have Met My Match</title><summary type='text'>Part of the reason I started this blog is my relationship. It is so strange sometimes. My boyfriend who we will call Hunny from here on, is a very difficult man. He has crones disease and he is generally in pain and cranky. We have been together for about a year in a half now and it seems nothing has changed between us. He is very independent and I am somewhat needy. I am not needy to the point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/feeds/110090827147597172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9242573&amp;postID=110090827147597172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110090827147597172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9242573/posts/default/110090827147597172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeaboxofchocolates69.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-believe-i-have-met-my-match.html' title='I Believe I Have Met My Match'/><author><name>celestial angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03225787980328769223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
