<?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-34900634</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:30.882-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Friday Feast'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Manic Monday'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Outlook'/><category term='Thursday Threesome'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Give Me Five'/><category term='Best Friend'/><category term='TMI Tuesday'/><category term='RANTING'/><category term='Wet Wednesday'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Astros'/><category term='News'/><title type='text'>The Unexpected Adventures of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-2191374309145432799</id><published>2007-11-23T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:30:49.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: Over-- and under. Above and below. Up and down. How's about at least a pair (three would be ideal &lt;g&gt; ) of matching phrases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Set. Go!&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: the-- next day? Black Friday! Are you going shopping? Decorating? Working? Hiding in the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working. FunFun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: Years-- of research have proven that more years of research are needed! What would you like to see researched? ...and don't go high; this is 'just us folks' here; I'm thinking: whether there's enough cheese in mac and cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who handles pain better? Men or Women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-2191374309145432799?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2191374309145432799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=2191374309145432799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2191374309145432799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2191374309145432799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-threesome_23.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6100186604032769417</id><published>2007-11-23T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:44:23.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>1) what are you and your partner's sex rules when you are staying at a friend's or relatives' house? verboten? only if the kids (if applicable) are in another room? ok, if you promise to be quiet? oh, baby, that pumpkin pie really gets me going!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am quiet I don't see the problem. If I had kids it would be the same thing. Just try to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what are your sex rules when others are staying at your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing pretty much. Out of respect I will try to be quiet but it is my house so I am going to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ever get caught (or catch someone else) doing the holiday nookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught. Friend walked in. But I have not caught anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6100186604032769417?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6100186604032769417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6100186604032769417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6100186604032769417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6100186604032769417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/wet-wednesday_23.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5152067191068461959</id><published>2007-11-20T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:10:49.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. what's the sexiest gesture a woman can make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "Come Hither" look. it is just so sexy. &amp; it makes you feel empowered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what are 3 inevitable things about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will always make fun of myself somehow or someway.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will keep things bottled up until I am ready to talk about them&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very protective of those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you want . . . . now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be free! free from life's obligations. free from work. free from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what asset do you have besides the physical and the material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personality &amp; the fact that I am very accepting &amp; open-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. describe a sexy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative, Confident, Caring, Aggressive (to a certain extent), Self-Assured, Open-Minded, Humorous, &amp; Honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional):What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family. I do not now where I would be without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5152067191068461959?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5152067191068461959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5152067191068461959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5152067191068461959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5152067191068461959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/tmi-tuesday_20.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-7573289140992466621</id><published>2007-11-19T11:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:43:40.755-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Me Five'/><title type='text'>Give Me 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/R0EVi6NMhWI/AAAAAAAABFA/CZ0d8D5hffs/s320/Give%2Bme%2B5%2BMonday%2Blogo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/R0EVi6NMhWI/AAAAAAAABFA/CZ0d8D5hffs/s320/Give%2Bme%2B5%2BMonday%2Blogo.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me Five things you like and/or dislike about your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like celebrating my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th150.photobucket.com/albums/s114/raphaha/th_celebrating.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://th150.photobucket.com/albums/s114/raphaha/th_celebrating.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like the month of my birthday August. The weather is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th168.photobucket.com/albums/u175/tammis_vidaloca/th_BCaugbs0225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://th168.photobucket.com/albums/u175/tammis_vidaloca/th_BCaugbs0225.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like the presents I get of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th195.photobucket.com/albums/z31/msmorenita415/th_thdisney-babies-minnie-mouse-christ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://th195.photobucket.com/albums/z31/msmorenita415/th_thdisney-babies-minnie-mouse-christ.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not like getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd206/Guenhera_photo/drseuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd206/Guenhera_photo/drseuss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like that the day is all about me, hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th207.photobucket.com/albums/bb239/JENTERM/ABOUT%20ME/th_ALLABOUTMEBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://th207.photobucket.com/albums/bb239/JENTERM/ABOUT%20ME/th_ALLABOUTMEBIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-7573289140992466621?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7573289140992466621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=7573289140992466621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7573289140992466621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7573289140992466621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-me-5.html' title='Give Me 5'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/R0EVi6NMhWI/AAAAAAAABFA/CZ0d8D5hffs/s72-c/Give%2Bme%2B5%2BMonday%2Blogo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8629193812480520668</id><published>2007-11-19T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:26:57.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>What is your least favorite day of the week and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. You have to get up early &amp; you feel like the week is going to be so long. You start to think of everything you need to get done. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best way to end the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note. So how some way just end in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which animal would you have left out of the ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants. I do not like ants. Don't know why really didn't have a bad experience or anything just do not like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8629193812480520668?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8629193812480520668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8629193812480520668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8629193812480520668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8629193812480520668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/manic-monday_19.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3433169688144235897</id><published>2007-11-18T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:46:07.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Buffy The Musical</title><content type='html'>OK so I got stuck working the graveyard shift at work, blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to keep me entertained &amp; awake I brought the complete 6th Season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. &amp; I skipped to the Musical. OMG absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Head-Giles &amp; Amber Benson-Tara are pretty good singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Marsters-Spike he can definetly sing. Can see him as the lead singer for some hard rock band. Freakin HOTT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3433169688144235897?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3433169688144235897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3433169688144235897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3433169688144235897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3433169688144235897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/buffy-musical_18.html' title='Buffy The Musical'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6714230913722163787</id><published>2007-11-18T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:45:00.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Feast'/><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;What was your first “real” job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cashier at a local grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I am not very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Complete this sentence: I am embarrassed when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people discover me during my private moments. When I think no one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;What values did your parents instill in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty. Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 fads from your teenage years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Bands &amp; I honestly can not think of anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6714230913722163787?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6714230913722163787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6714230913722163787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6714230913722163787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6714230913722163787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-feast_18.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5022472377870733170</id><published>2007-11-18T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:41:18.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: Classic-- get togethers? Is that on the list for next week, say about Thursday? ...or do you 'lone wolf' the Thanksgiving season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having two family get togethers. One at my Dad's House &amp; then at my Mom's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: Christmas-- Ready or not, here it comes! Complete with shopping and decorations and wants and needs and yeah... Are you ready for the experience? ...or does a nice South Seas cruise sound like a workable alternative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for it. I always am. I love the decorating &amp; the festivities. Although I do hate the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: Elves-- and other helpers? Do you have any lined up to assist on Thanksgiving Day? ...or to decorate in the weeks to come. ...or do you even need them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At both celebrations it's potluck. We are all assigned a dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5022472377870733170?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5022472377870733170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5022472377870733170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5022472377870733170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5022472377870733170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-threesome_18.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-1343126516226809769</id><published>2007-11-17T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:59:51.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>1. is there someone that you work with that you have a 'crush' on ... or simply makes you drool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. He works in the maintenance dept. OMG he makes me drool. He is so HOTT! especially when he is on-call &amp; we have to call him in. He will be out of uniform dressed in basketball shorts &amp; a white t-shirt. OMG a tight white t-shirt. Shows off his muscles. Yes I have a crush can you tell, ;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. at your job, is sexual banter the norm, or are all bawdy jokes strictly off-limits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mostly try to keep it at least PG-13. Just because we have all kinds of people coming in &amp; out of our department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever "dipped your pen into the company inkwell," or have you learned that you would not "take a shit where you eat"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once &amp; it was akward after it was over. Definetly learned to not "shit where I eat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-1343126516226809769?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1343126516226809769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=1343126516226809769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1343126516226809769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1343126516226809769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/wet-wednesday_17.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8436082368219491397</id><published>2007-11-13T09:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:50:39.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. Have you ever met a fellow blogger in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone from this site. But I have met someone I met over MySpace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever play an innocent game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours"? How old where you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you get your first not so innocent kiss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 20 years old. A guy I knew had feelings for me came over to watch a movie. I was so ready to have that first kiss that eventhough I didn't have feelings for him I gave him all the signals for a "Go Ahead." &amp; he did. It turned into a two hour make out session. There was also some exploring done. Well a lot of exploring. I was 20 it was about damn time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a.If your partners are no longer of the opposite sex, when did you get that first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partners are of the opposite sex. But I have had several same sex kisses. I was 21 for the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever awoke with someone who's name you did not remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have. He wasn't a complete stranger. He was a friend of a friend. Met him at a bar we were at. Basically we were both drunk. Did not have sex. But messed around. Even now I do not rememebr his name. I think it might of been Rob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever let someone else wash you while you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have. A fun night with my roommate. The most memorable experience I have ever had in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): What makes a great first date for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation! Lots of conversation. Have to get to know eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8436082368219491397?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8436082368219491397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8436082368219491397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8436082368219491397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8436082368219491397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/tmi-tuesday_7548.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-7582447311267601462</id><published>2007-11-09T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:33:46.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Vikings fine WR for going to Funeral</title><content type='html'>http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/7426438?MSNHPHCP&amp;GT1=10637&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I understand that ultimately the NFL is a business an all that but seriously fining a player $25,588.24 for going to his Grandmother's funeral is RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was planning &amp; then attending his Grandmother's funeral. He was grieving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do fotball players not get sick time? Or anything like that? I would think if they are getting all that money they would stipulate something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn't figure out how to do that link thing. :-). Just copy &amp; paste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-7582447311267601462?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7582447311267601462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=7582447311267601462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7582447311267601462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7582447311267601462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/vikings-fine-wr-for-going-to-funeral.html' title='Vikings fine WR for going to Funeral'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8509371656677008340</id><published>2007-11-09T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:34:09.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANTING'/><title type='text'>Co-Workers, Ahhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>I usually get along with everyone. I overlook peoples faults &amp; deal. I do this because I know I can be difficult too. However there is this one guy I work with. I HATE working with him. He doesn't do any work. He is on the phone taking personal calls his whole shift. He doesn't help out at all. It is only him &amp; I working. I have told by Supervisor but he just brushes it off. I am getting to where I think I am going to ask not to be scheduled with him anymore because I can not stand it. Plus his personality sucks. I don't even care for him as a friend or anything. He is rude, unprofessional, uncaring, etc. you get the point. OMG &amp; the worst thing is what he talks about on his personal calls. Everyone can hear him. We work in a hospital what he says should not be tolerated. Let me say first that he is Gay but this is not what I have a problem with. I don't even care that he is gay. However when you have a loud voice that carries you DO NOT talk about how "big" the guy you were with last night is. Or how long he was able to last. In what world is that OK. Even if it was me talking about somebody I was with. It should not be tolerated. Not in a professional environment. I will be the first one to get into a conversation with details about my sex life but not at work or if it is at work we do it quietly. From what I hear that have been many complaints brought up against him but everyone thinks it will turn into a discrimination issue. Apparently he has threaten to claim discrimination against the hospital if he was fired. I do not know if this is true but this is the fear of some. I do not see the problem. They have list of complaints against him &amp; he is not doing his job. These seem like grounds for termination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8509371656677008340?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8509371656677008340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8509371656677008340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8509371656677008340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8509371656677008340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/co-workers-ahhhhhhh.html' title='Co-Workers, Ahhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8495439693727431367</id><published>2007-11-09T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:48:32.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Feast'/><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/385453899_29f22003f8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/385453899_29f22003f8_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;Which snack do you like to get when you go to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the sour patch kids or the watermelon sour patch things. These are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;What year did you start using the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around 1996. Only in school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;What is your first name in Pig Latin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;Name something you are picky about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm there isn't too much I am actually really picky about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks: I ____ ____ yesterday and I ____ ____ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"was tired" "am tired"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8495439693727431367?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8495439693727431367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8495439693727431367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8495439693727431367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8495439693727431367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_09.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/385453899_29f22003f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3495211623828887713</id><published>2007-11-08T11:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:15:39.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Dolphins Save Surfer</title><content type='html'>http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/21689083/?GT1=10547&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across the article on MSN.com. I thought it was so interesting. I had heard of instances where dolphins has saved humans but it all word of mouth so I wasn't too sure. But reading this article just made my doubts go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought some might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't fgure out how to do that link thing. :-). Just copy &amp; paste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3495211623828887713?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3495211623828887713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3495211623828887713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3495211623828887713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3495211623828887713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Dolphins Save Surfer'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4893565137693576064</id><published>2007-11-08T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:01:29.715-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>They Got A Baby!</title><content type='html'>My best friend &amp; her husband have had trouble conceiving a baby. Well they decided to start the adoption process. The did everything they needed to do &amp; were waiting for a little one to become available. Well they decided to become foster parents to hopefully adopt a baby that way. Well they recently got a newborn baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story goes the Mama &amp; Daddy are habitual crack users. The baby was born addicted. As of right now the baby is fine. She has slight tremor buT the doctors says that will go away as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPS people have told my best friend &amp; her husband that the couple has 90 days to prove to the court that they can take care of their child. However from what the CPS workers are saying though they are not trying to get their baby back. So after 90 days if they have still not done anything their parental rights will be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this happens my best friend &amp; her husband will adopt the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope the mama &amp; daddy come to their senses &amp; try to get their baby back but if not then there would be no better Mama &amp; Daddy than my best friend &amp; her husband. I hope everything works out for the baby. All she needs is love &amp; she had already gotten that from my best friend &amp; her husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4893565137693576064?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4893565137693576064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4893565137693576064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4893565137693576064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4893565137693576064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-got-baby.html' title='They Got A Baby!'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-1610584414478946792</id><published>2007-11-08T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:36:03.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>No Go</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I was not able to go &amp; see Across the Universe. So sad. Plans fell through. Hopefully this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-1610584414478946792?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1610584414478946792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=1610584414478946792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1610584414478946792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1610584414478946792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-go.html' title='No Go'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6899637952848016854</id><published>2007-11-08T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:43:02.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: Motorola--, Sanyo, Samsung? Which brand of cell phone are you most pleased with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always gotten Samsung. Which is what I have now the Samsung T509S.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find a photo but couldn't. it is a slim bar phone.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been pleased with Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: Phone-- time, and more time, and more time... Okay, are you one of those who simply lives on their phone? ...or do you consider phones a necessary evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I live on my phone. I usually just text all the time. But I have a lot of friends who live out of town. So I am constantly keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: Tools-- of the trade? Do you use your phones more for work use or for personal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More personal than work related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6899637952848016854?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6899637952848016854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6899637952848016854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6899637952848016854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6899637952848016854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-threesome_08.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6361970985209081648</id><published>2007-11-08T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:34:18.282-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Checked but one was not posted. :-(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6361970985209081648?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6361970985209081648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6361970985209081648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6361970985209081648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6361970985209081648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4786648964315376330</id><published>2007-11-07T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:54:21.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z79/charmed_truly/AcrossTheUniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z79/charmed_truly/AcrossTheUniverse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I finally am able to see this movie tonight. I absolutely love Evan Rachel Wood. She is a spectacular actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z202/Angelina_Anesthetic/WaterScene-AcrossTheUniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z202/Angelina_Anesthetic/WaterScene-AcrossTheUniverse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w106/LaLaLauraface/JimSturgess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w106/LaLaLauraface/JimSturgess.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z67/luckyballababy12/across.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z67/luckyballababy12/across.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z96/annayuzeth101/acrosstheuniversepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z96/annayuzeth101/acrosstheuniversepic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/rimacalifornia/alluneedislove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/rimacalifornia/alluneedislove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4786648964315376330?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4786648964315376330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4786648964315376330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4786648964315376330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4786648964315376330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8629634535786298738</id><published>2007-11-07T13:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:41:43.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Me! Me! Me!</title><content type='html'>I just now realized that I am not using this blog how I intended to from the very beginning. Yes, I have had this blog for awhile &amp; I am barely realizing this. Oh well. My original intentions for this blog were that his would be my place just for me. A place were I could express myself in a way that I don't in everyday life. Maybe I should explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyday life I am 23 year old woman who works a regular 8-5 job. I am sweet, good natured, helpful, nice, caring, etc. You get the point. I don't get mad. Well at least not in front of people. I don't complain. I just smile &amp; forge on. I don't act mean. I don't get frustrated with people. I just deal. I pick up the slack for people. I am the one people come to talk to when they are frustrated. I am the counselor, listener, relationship guru. etc. Once again you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I am being fake or anything like that. I genuinely like helping others &amp; being there for people. I like that my friends can come to me. I like helping in any way I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get angry &amp; frustrated and all that. There are a couple of people I can talk to when I get like this. Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a side to me that no one has seen. A part of my sexuality. My preferences &amp; my fantasies. What turns me on. What I would like to do. Things such as this. Things that others would not understand coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am not being fake. There is not just anyone I completely trust to show all of myself to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this blog is anonymous. Sal is not my real name. None of my friends or family know about this blog. So this is a place for me to talk &amp; not care about how anyone reacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I plan on doing from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8629634535786298738?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8629634535786298738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8629634535786298738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8629634535786298738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8629634535786298738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-me-me.html' title='Me! Me! Me!'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-392238777652281043</id><published>2007-11-06T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:10:23.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. Do you believe in ghost? If so have you every seen one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in Ghosts, but no I have never seen one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s the scariest movie you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe when I was 10 my Uncle let me watch "People Under the Stairs." First &amp; only time I had to sleep with a light on. However since then nothing has ever scared me that bad. Also to this day I have never watched that movie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were given a house that was free would you accept it if it was haunted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would. I think I could handle a house being haunted. I think it would be really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were given a house that was free would you accept it if the last person had been murdered in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I definetly say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your most favorite costume you wore for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A G.I. Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): What’s your most memorable Halloween memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was 12 or so. We went trick or treating in this neighborhood. We were walking around &amp; there was a yard with a scarecrow. We walked passed &amp; the scarecrow got off its post &amp; chased us. Scared the crap out of us but was so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-392238777652281043?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/392238777652281043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=392238777652281043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/392238777652281043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/392238777652281043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-1821039909793803794</id><published>2007-11-05T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:17:22.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give Me Five'/><title type='text'>Give Me Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/Ry9fbNkzUkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QXjAAeyz168/s320/Give+me+5+Monday+logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/Ry9fbNkzUkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QXjAAeyz168/s320/Give+me+5+Monday+logo.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things that remind me of my childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crayons-I guess would be universal. Everyone used these in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer-Not as bad as it sounds. My parents have been divorced since I was 6. My Dad was/is a drinker. He would always have beer cans in the recycle bin. Well whenever my sister &amp; I went over for the weekend they would be falling out of the bin. So my Dad would spill them over this concrete slab he had in the yard &amp; we would jump up &amp; down on them &amp; crush them. We always had fun doing this &amp; my Dad would get a kick out of us doing this. By the time we were done you could smell beer everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Old women's perfume-Everyone knows this smell. From my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirt-Just being outside playing. We were always outside getting dirty. We would play kickball everynight with the neighborhood kids. By the time we came in for the night we smelled like dirt. Or at least that is what my mama would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grease-My mama would always be cooking something. And it was always full of grease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-1821039909793803794?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1821039909793803794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=1821039909793803794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1821039909793803794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1821039909793803794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-me-five.html' title='Give Me Five'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxYnus2rUJY/Ry9fbNkzUkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QXjAAeyz168/s72-c/Give+me+5+Monday+logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4935249533386044583</id><published>2007-11-05T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:58:45.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Describe yourself in one word: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kitchen utensil and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say tongs. They make it so easy to pick up things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing that frightens you the most about growing old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing old alone. I do not want to be alone. I hope &amp; pray that I will have a companion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4935249533386044583?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4935249533386044583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4935249533386044583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4935249533386044583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4935249533386044583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8778373683832349466</id><published>2007-11-02T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:41:42.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Feast'/><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you plan to spend this upcoming holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between $250 &amp; $350. I am praying not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;What was the last television show you watched, and was it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Are you Smarter that a 5th Grader. It was funny &amp; cute. I like to watch &amp; see if I will get stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;If you had to paint the walls of your living room tomorrow, what color would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toffee color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;Name something clever or practical you have thought of that should be invented, but hasn’t yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;List 3 things you would like to receive as gifts this upcoming holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three seasons of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8778373683832349466?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8778373683832349466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8778373683832349466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8778373683832349466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8778373683832349466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4327306616590394079</id><published>2007-11-01T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:04:58.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: Time is-- your friend? ...or your enemy? It's your call, but how do you feel about "time"? Are you in need of a spare cupful? ...or are you set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what I have to do. Sometimes I feel like I need a few extra hours to just relax &amp; forget about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: on my-- way out the door, the last thing I check is to see....... Go ahead, fill in the blank! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that I have my cell phone. Can not live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: "Side--out Sports"... I just love that name. Have you seen any fun signs or slogans lately you can share with the gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not lately. Haven't had time to go to a game or watch any games on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4327306616590394079?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4327306616590394079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4327306616590394079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4327306616590394079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4327306616590394079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-threesome.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8129602471415715440</id><published>2007-10-31T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:26:10.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>1. have you ever had sex "in costume"? did you like it? what made it better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope but I would imagine it would be a whole lotta fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. not including unwanted personal violence, what is the SCARIEST sexual experience you've had? condom breaking? her parents walking in on you? getting caught by a security officer? grandma finding your vibrator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having sex &amp; then remembering we were so caught up in the "moment" he didn't wear a condom &amp; he didn't pull out. I will admit if felt GREAT but having to take the morning after pill &amp; everything was not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if you had to be the bride or groom of any scary monster, who would it be? elvira, mistress of the dark? gerard butler's dracula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Elvira. She's just so sexy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8129602471415715440?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8129602471415715440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8129602471415715440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8129602471415715440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8129602471415715440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-821708520725775629</id><published>2007-10-30T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:46:31.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. If they kept stats of your sex life like they do in sports, what would you lead the league in? what all time record would you hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea. Have only had sex twice (yes sad I know). So with that I don't think I have any records to speak of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What song gets you in the mood to have sex? best music to fuck to? best music to make love to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound so cliche but to have sex to would be "Lets Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. To fuck to is anything hard-rock, metal, etc. that mentions sex. To make love to anything slow &amp; easy that speaks of love &amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is your favorite place to have sex in your house/apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed, hehehe sounds so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (girls) Have you sent or given your used panties to a guy? Do you know what happened to them? (guys) Have you taken/asked for a girls panties before? What did you do with them? (non-breeders) What is the protocol for this "tradition"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What makes a kiss a great to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling behind it. As far as technique the amount of tongue used &amp; nibbling on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Who pays for a date? If the girl asks a guy out, does she pay? If you are interested in same sex partners, how do you determine who pays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer taking turns in paying. But if I ask a guy out. I like to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-821708520725775629?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/821708520725775629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=821708520725775629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/821708520725775629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/821708520725775629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3488986932721551211</id><published>2007-10-29T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:05:30.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I would change would be that my parents were able to get along in order to do things with us (my sisters &amp; I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that the world will be a better or a worse place 100 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that finally we as a civilazation are able to learn from our past &amp; from our mistakes &amp; the world will one day be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of a relationship, do you trust your new partner unless there is something specific to make you do otherwise, or do you withhold your trust until he/she has earned it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to withhold trust until it has been earned. I have been burned one too many times from giving trust at the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3488986932721551211?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3488986932721551211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3488986932721551211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3488986932721551211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3488986932721551211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/manic-monday_29.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8367437180841732224</id><published>2007-10-25T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:22:53.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>I was going through &amp; realized I had not done a Manic Monday in three weeks so here they go. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 8, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which month of the year do you think best describes your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August-I have always thought August was a care-free month. But at the same time still trying to figure things out. (for example the weather. some days it's HOT as can be other times it can be Cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have had the starring role in an existing movie, which movie would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Hairspray Movie. I would love to play Tracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to people whose personalities are very similar to your personality or very different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both actually. I like having people around me that share the same views but at the same time I like when a person can open my eyes to a different way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have a romance with any fictional character, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Lucas Davenport. He is the leading character in the 'Prey' novels by John Sanford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be invisible for one hour, where would you go and what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the oval office. To eavesdrop on what is really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could ask God any single question, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be able to serve on a jury and sentence the defendant to the death penalty if he/she were found guilty of a crime that the court felt warranted the death penalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever faked being ill to avoid doing something you didn’t want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, mainly just work though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you state you were guilty of a crime you didn't commit to free a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8367437180841732224?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8367437180841732224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8367437180841732224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8367437180841732224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8367437180841732224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/manic-monday_25.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3749726189556564789</id><published>2007-10-01T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:38:34.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>If technology was sufficiently advanced, would you be willing to clone yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think so. I really don't see the reason. Other than it being kinda cool, :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the local grocery store you see an elderly woman shoplift a chicken. Do you tell the management?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be too shocked to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be 8 years old again for an entire day, knowing what you know now, how would you spend it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having an awesome care-free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3749726189556564789?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3749726189556564789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3749726189556564789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3749726189556564789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3749726189556564789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8447693748055978585</id><published>2007-09-06T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:25:46.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: The-- best things in life are free? What's your favorite freebie? I'm thinking of some annual event you partake in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't think of anything along those lines. Although something I do about once a week that is free is going to the movies. A couple of my friends are managers at the local theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: T---buckets, Model T's, maybe even Thunderbirds? Do you have any ties to classic cars or modified roadsters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine would have to be 71 Dodge Charger. Always been in love with this particular year &amp; model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: 3-- days until Sunday, but the NFL season begins tonight! Who's your team this year? Not a football fan? Post your rant on why not &lt;g&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texans!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8447693748055978585?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8447693748055978585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8447693748055978585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8447693748055978585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8447693748055978585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-threesome.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-138827489219958482</id><published>2007-09-06T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:18:12.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. What did you eat for dinner yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat &amp; Potatoes with a salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash is in your purse/wallet right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What have you done to avoid being flirted with by someone you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act very nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe the theory "Once a cheater always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your sex life in two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Exsistent. (Does that count as 2 words?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Would you/have you ever paid money for sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I have never.&lt;br /&gt;No I will never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-138827489219958482?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/138827489219958482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=138827489219958482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/138827489219958482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/138827489219958482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5988059375747760979</id><published>2007-09-06T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:13:49.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>What is one thing that you wanted to do this summer but didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the beach. I live about a hour away but I could never get away. Maybe this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived a hundred years ago, what job would you've had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....Good Question. Probably a maid or something in the "help" industry. Not real sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the most persistent and challenging obstacles in your everyday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with my new boss at work. Honestly just trying to deal with some of the people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5988059375747760979?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5988059375747760979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5988059375747760979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5988059375747760979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5988059375747760979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4362984309781159530</id><published>2007-08-31T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:14:02.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Feast'/><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;Who is the easiest person for you to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee. I can talk to him about anything. No matter how bad, embarrassing, or ridiculous. He is there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;If you could live in any ancient city during the height of the quality of its society and culture, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparta. It would be any of the Roman or Greek ancient cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;What is the most exciting event you’ve ever witnessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it would be Projekt Revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;If you were a celebrity, what would you do for a publicity stunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I would just want to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider the ideal age to have a first child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it would have to be between 25-30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4362984309781159530?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4362984309781159530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4362984309781159530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4362984309781159530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4362984309781159530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5182766003069469997</id><published>2007-08-30T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:35:52.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threesome'/><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>Onesome: "Over-- the Rainbow" Has someone 'Somewhere' done the song better than Judy Garland did in the movie? ...or does she still 'own' it in your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my 5th Grade choir gave her a run for her money, ;-)! Just joking! Judy Garland still "owns" "Over the Rainbow" in my opinion. &amp; no one else ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twosome: the-- best all time album in your collection? ...or one you'd like to have? Sure, the Go-Gos count, but hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live-"Throwing Copper" My all time favorite CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome: Rainbow"?-- As sung by Billy Ray Cyrus? (Yes, on his latest album.) Who has done the best "cover" of a song you like to listen to? You know, better than the original artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera-"At Last"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5182766003069469997?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5182766003069469997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5182766003069469997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5182766003069469997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5182766003069469997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursda.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3889280647529731228</id><published>2007-08-29T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:01:32.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Astros!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/KRMC117/astros.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the Astros vs. Cardinals game last night. It was a lot of fun. It has been about 3 or 4 years since I had been to a game. Eventhough we lost 7-0 we still had a good. I went with my roomie Josh &amp; our friend Nazario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already looking forward to this 3 day weekend. I hope it doesn't rain. I don't have any big plans but most likely just BBQ with the family. Hope everyone has a good Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3889280647529731228?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3889280647529731228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3889280647529731228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3889280647529731228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3889280647529731228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title='Astros!!!!'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-2838909200723062936</id><published>2007-08-28T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:16:40.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>The Nanny Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movies.go.com/i/movies/863951/863951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://movies.go.com/i/movies/863951/863951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go see The Nanny Diaries last night. I really liked it. At first was a little skeptical but it was a heart-warming story. I won't give anything away, ;-)! I will say that Chris Evans is HOTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/jaygelnett/chrisevans99ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://members.cox.net/jaygelnett/chrisevans99ab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though it made me think of having kids. I know I am young but everytime a friend talks about her childs crazy antics, or my nieces &amp; nephews have me rolling with laughter, or I see a baby being cradled by its Mama it gets me to thinking. I had a pregnancy scare a month ago &amp; honestly I was happy about it. When I found out I wasn't pregnant I was sad. I know right now is not an ideal time for me to start a family especailly since I do not even have a boyfriend. I look at my Mom and she had me when she was 18 &amp; she was able to survive so I could too. Who knows sometimes my mind just gets to wandering. Hope everyone has a Great Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-2838909200723062936?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2838909200723062936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=2838909200723062936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2838909200723062936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2838909200723062936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/nanny-diaries.html' title='The Nanny Diaries'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6859573754345533724</id><published>2007-08-28T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:46:02.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Tuesday'/><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. What is the best relationship advice you've ever received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Communicate. Don't be afraid to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many people have you dated at once? How many people do you think&lt;br /&gt;it is acceptable to date at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only dated one person at a time. I do not think it matters how many people you date at once. I do think that if both people agree to be exclusive then there should be no other dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What made your worst kiss so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with someone I did not care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Can a relationship last if the sex is bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I do not think so. No matter what anyone says humans crave sexual intimacy. If you do not enjoy it where you are getting it from ultimately I think you will find somewhere to get it where it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What one thing would you like your partner to do every time you have&lt;br /&gt;sex with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not have a partner right now but I would enjoy it if guys were more vocal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6859573754345533724?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6859573754345533724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6859573754345533724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6859573754345533724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6859573754345533724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4464069027774436429</id><published>2007-08-27T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:19:54.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outlook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Living Life</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been dwelling on the past. I have been thinking back on relationships &amp; events that have happened in the past few months. It is really hard for me to let things go &amp; just be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though I have decided to take on the motto "The past is the past." There is nothing humanely possible that can be done to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I am no longer dwelling on things that have already happened. There is nothing I can do to change it so why bother &amp; why over analyze every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind this morning I felt wonderful when I woke up. I wasn't dreading anything. I woke up looking forward to the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to love this new outlook on life. Hope everyone has a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4464069027774436429?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4464069027774436429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4464069027774436429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4464069027774436429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4464069027774436429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-life.html' title='Living Life'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-1334341180155820588</id><published>2007-08-27T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:48:49.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manic Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>What kinds of scenes in movies make you cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man where to begin. Sad scenes, happy scenes, it doesn't matter really. If there is an extreme amount of emotion &amp; it is acted out well I will cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you met your clone-- someone with your exact personality traits, likes and dislikes, etc. -- would you want to be friends with him/her? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so becaus the person would be able to understand me in all my wackiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest challenge in life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to let things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-1334341180155820588?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1334341180155820588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=1334341180155820588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1334341180155820588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1334341180155820588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-7657408706385528218</id><published>2007-08-08T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:19:09.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday - Timing</title><content type='html'>1. what's the shortest amount of time you've ever had sex (with a partner, that is)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what's the longest amount of time you've ever had sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 1 hour &amp; 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what's the longest you've gone without sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1 year &amp; 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-7657408706385528218?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7657408706385528218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=7657408706385528218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7657408706385528218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7657408706385528218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-wednesday-timing.html' title='Wet Wednesday - Timing'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-163327698982191065</id><published>2007-08-08T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:19:44.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I went to check to see if there was a posting for this weeks Wet Wednesday &amp; I realized I didn't do last weeks. So here it goes. Once they post this weeks I'll do that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Esteem - August 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been so ashamed/embarrassed about your body or yourself that you could not be intimate with someone? why, and what did you do about it, if anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatley I have not been that ashamed/embarrassed of my body. Anytime I have been intimate with someone I have been pretty comfortable so I wasn't too worried about my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what is the part of your body you feel worst about, and why? what are you planning on doing about it, if anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of my body is the area between my stomach down to my thighs. I am overweight so this part is the worst on me. I am on a diet &amp; I am excercising regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the part of your body you feel best about, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is my face. Do not get me wrong I am no where near any type of beauty but sometimes either when I do my make-up just right or when my face is clean &amp; fresh straight fromt the shower I think I do look pretty. I have beautiful lips. They are big &amp; full &amp; have natural coloring to them. I also have beautiful eyelashes. Long &amp; they curl on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-163327698982191065?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/163327698982191065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=163327698982191065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/163327698982191065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/163327698982191065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6866800737336572147</id><published>2007-07-26T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:19:10.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Threesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Onesome&lt;/span&gt;: 'Lettuce'-- talk of salads and dressings: Is plain green your thing? ...or do you like 'stuff' mixed in or scattered over the top? ...and how about the dressing: what's leading your list this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love stuff mixed in. I like sunflower seeds, sprinkle cheese, cut up ham, turkey or chicken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;croutons&lt;/span&gt;, bacon bits &amp; cucumbers. I also liked the salad mix with radish &amp;amp; carrots. I prefer thousand island dressing then ranch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twosome: and-- how about those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;, -eh? Actually, baseball's doing okay this week, with basketball, football and cycling having the problems. Is there any sports news you'd care to comment on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only other sports I like to watch are boxing &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; but nothing really to comment on those right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Threesome: tomato-- and lettuce: the perfect toppings for that hamburger someone will cook up for you at a Labor Day picnic in another month or so? ...or perhaps you have another set of condiments you like on your meat or tofu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like lettuce on my burgers. I like mayo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mustard&lt;/span&gt;, ketchup &amp;amp; pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6866800737336572147?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6866800737336572147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6866800737336572147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6866800737336572147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6866800737336572147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-threesome.html' title='Thursday Threesome'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4240780444011878979</id><published>2007-07-25T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:35:54.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. have you ever been dumped by a lover, or dumped one? tell us about the one that stands out most in your mind, and why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can honestly say I have never been dumped &amp; I have never dumped anyone. I have never had an actual relationship before or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; not one that a title was put on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. if you could change one thing about your lover/SO, what would you change ... and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not have a current lover but the last guy I was intimate with I would probably change his kissing. For some reason he had no problem kissing me anywhere on my body but he did not like to kiss on the mouth. He would a little in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;(I mean the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the night)but then he wouldn't bother with it throughout the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mia's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend's parents threatened to disown him if she moved in with him. if your parents/friends/whomever you're close to threatened to cut all ties with you if your S.O. moved in with you, what would YOU do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly I would call them on it. I feel that if somebody I am close to threatens to do something like that they are just trying to exert some sort of control over my life &amp; no one controls my life but God &amp;amp; myself. Honestly I don't think they would go through with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4240780444011878979?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4240780444011878979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4240780444011878979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4240780444011878979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4240780444011878979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-2995937563738322542</id><published>2007-07-24T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:42:36.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Leather, lace or silk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you subscribe (or regularly buy) to any "dirty" magazines? Which ones? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope no dirty magazines for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever had sex in water (tub/pool/lake/ocean)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope I have never but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; want too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The three words that best describe you in bed are ____, ____, and ____. Three words that best describe your most recent partner in bed are ____, ____, and ____.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: sensual, vocal &amp; giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: sexy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Did you lose your virginity as an impetuous youth, "to prove that you loved" him/her, because of a romantic gesture, a newly wed or other (please describe because I can't think of what an "other" might be)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sure if it would qualify as a One-Night-Stand because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; of a One-Night-Stand is having sex with someone you met that night &amp; then never seeing them again. However mine was with a guy who was my roommates cousin. I had only met him once before &amp;amp; hung out with him that same night. A month later I hung out with him again got drunk &amp;amp; had sex. We have hung out a couple of times since then but we never talked about is having sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-2995937563738322542?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2995937563738322542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=2995937563738322542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2995937563738322542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2995937563738322542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3514740893113770373</id><published>2007-07-23T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:51:48.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you planned your funeral and/or written your will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I haven't done either. The closest thing is setting up life insurance through work &amp; naming my sisters as benefactors. I even felt a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; uneasy doing that. Whenever I think about death &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; my own it depresses me. And not in the way it does everybody (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I think it is different) I have a very over active imagination so I picture my actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grave site&lt;/span&gt; and people moving on without me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you carry an umbrella when rain is forecast or do you just risk it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always have an umbrella with me. I own like 4. They are kept in my car, apt, office &amp; work bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How bad is the traffic in your town? Does it bother you or do you take it as it comes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take it as it comes. I know at what times to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; certain areas so I try &amp;amp; steer clear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3514740893113770373?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3514740893113770373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3514740893113770373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3514740893113770373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3514740893113770373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-2723621428836391747</id><published>2007-06-27T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:51:38.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. what is the age of the youngest person you would ever date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The youngest would have to be 20. I am 22. I would not go younger than that just because guys take a lot longer to mature than women. *Only if the guy was mature for his age would I go younger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. what is the age of the oldest person you would ever date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The oldest would have to be 32. I don't think I would feel comfortable with anyone 10 years older than me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. think about your answers above. if you were going to have a sexual-only relationship, would the ages differ? by how much? why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.... I think that I could could go for a younger guy if it was going to be a sex-only relationship. It's only sex right?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-2723621428836391747?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2723621428836391747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=2723621428836391747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2723621428836391747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/2723621428836391747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4281135543880142400</id><published>2007-06-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:46:20.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday-Sorry alittle late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Does the carpet match the drapes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope they do not. we have beige carpet but no drapes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I have wanted to. I haven't. I guess I am not that vindictive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your favorite thing to lick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popsicles. I just love em!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope, I don't know if I would ever be comfortable with that ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it? LINK!!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;. Anytime I have ever watched porn someone else has provided it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional): How often, if ever, do you "fake it?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have only faked it once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4281135543880142400?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4281135543880142400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4281135543880142400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4281135543880142400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4281135543880142400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/tmi-tuesday-sorry-alittle-late.html' title='TMI Tuesday-Sorry alittle late.'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6193758578921728190</id><published>2007-06-26T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:25:43.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TLC - Red Light Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZujhoE150tg' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZujhoE150tg'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I hear this song I feel so sexy. I thought everyone could use a reminder as to how sexy they are!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6193758578921728190?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6193758578921728190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6193758578921728190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6193758578921728190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6193758578921728190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/tlc-red-light-special.html' title='TLC - Red Light Special'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-6206731941981509895</id><published>2007-06-26T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:22:54.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I do not understand my Dad. He can never just have a conversation with me. He has to talk down to me. Whenever something bad happens in my life no matter what it is somehow it is my own fault caused by my own stupidity. No man has ever hurt me as much as my Dad has. No man can make me cry as much or as easily as my Dad can. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to add to an already bad day I had a horrible night at work. Worked sucked so bad last night. I was supposed to get off at 9:00 p.m. didn't leave til about 11:30 p.m. However i am off today and I am going to enjoy my day. Have no idea what i am going to do yet. We shall see. Hope everyone has a wonderful day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am determined to make this an AWESOME DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-6206731941981509895?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6206731941981509895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=6206731941981509895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6206731941981509895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/6206731941981509895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/aggravation.html' title='Aggravation'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3759191510241755056</id><published>2007-06-25T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:46:26.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KF1swntFRik/Rn_ftZsLHNI/AAAAAAAAABs/eH4cmbW8sw8/s1600-h/manic-monday.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you strict about wearing your sunscreen in the summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I have been just because I never use to when I was younger and with all the worries of skin cancer it is just safer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you frequently wear sandals in the summer? Any favorites you'd like to share?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh all the time. Especially flip flops. I love Reef sandals they are so comfy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are a few great books that you've taken along to the beach or on vacation in years past? If you aren't a big reader, what do you do to while away the lazy hours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never take books with me to the beach or on vacation.  I can read at home. If I am on vacation or at the beach I am going to experience what there is around me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about swimsuit shopping? Love it, hate it, indifferent? What's your color of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate! I am not comfortable with my body, which I am working on, but until I am comfy I will not enjoy swimsuit shopping. I like dark colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3759191510241755056?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3759191510241755056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3759191510241755056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3759191510241755056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3759191510241755056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-822775673651949244</id><published>2007-06-25T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:01:13.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is such an awesome song. Thought it would be a good way to jump start the week. Hope everyone enjoys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-822775673651949244?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/822775673651949244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=822775673651949244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/822775673651949244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/822775673651949244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/queen-bohemian-rhapsody_25.html' title='Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-1436341550876174012</id><published>2007-06-25T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:56:11.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day, New Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always say that every week I am going to start being more organized, exercise, diet, eat r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ight&lt;/span&gt; or something. I decided  today is going to be that day. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; up super early so I have a good start on the day. Don't have to be in to work until 1:30 p.m. so I can take care of some stuff. I will not nap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; I will try not too but i make no promises. Well i hope everyone has a great Monday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-1436341550876174012?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1436341550876174012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=1436341550876174012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1436341550876174012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/1436341550876174012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-day-new-week.html' title='New Day, New Week'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8669339536930877469</id><published>2007-06-23T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:21:15.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night I had one of the best sex dreams I have ever had. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dream starts with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;, Josh, &amp; I laying in bed together. We are going to bed.  Josh tells me to take off my pajama pants because he wants to feel my bare legs against his. I told him I couldn't because I wasn't wearing any panties. He says that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I want to feel your "hotness" against my thigh too. So I took off my pants. He says you might as well take off your shirt too. I told him if I was going to do that he better getting naked with me too. So he undresses and I take off my shirt. First we are just laying cuddling together then all of a sudden I am laying in between Josh and our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;. I start feeling 2 pairs of hands roaming my body. One set is feeling all over my boobs. Massaging them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pinching&lt;/span&gt; my nipples. The other set is massaging my "hotness." I start moaning because I want those fingers inside of me. Then I feel  a tongue licking me trying to get in between the folds of my vagina. Then at this time the sheet that was covering us is gone and my other friend John Paul has his head between my legs going down on me. Josh's mouth is on one nipple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naz's&lt;/span&gt; mouth is on the other. I have never felt so many great sensations at once. I know I came during the dream then when I woke up I proceeded in partaking in some self-pleasure and came twice more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it was the most erotic thing I could of imagined. I was so tired I fell right back to sleep and unfortunately I didn't have any more dreams. I really don't know if I would of been able to take anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow got all hot again writing that. Like Whoa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8669339536930877469?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8669339536930877469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8669339536930877469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8669339536930877469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8669339536930877469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4847779692306351409</id><published>2007-06-22T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:21:31.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer: Name a funny habit you have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I get excited and I try to talk I mix my words to together and will repeat the same phrase or sentence a couple of times. I have to actually pause &amp; breathe then I can speak clearly but I really have to concentrate.***Don't know if that is actually a habit or quirk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup: If you could instantly know how to play a musical instrument, which one would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It would have to be the guitar. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have one and I am trying to teach myself but it is just not working. To me the guitar is just one of the most beautiful &amp; soulful instruments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad: How long is your hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my hair is wet it goes down to the middle of my shoulder blades. When it is dry it goes to about the top of my shoulders. I have wavy/curly hair so it is different lengths when wet or dry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course: When was the last time you forgave someone, and who was it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I really do not know. When ever I get upset or mad at someone I usually just let things roll of my shoulders &amp; I don't really expect an apology.***Yes I just read over that &amp; realized I need to seriously stop doing that. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; demand an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt; for any wrong-doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert: What is your favorite kitchen appliance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh most definetly the microwave. Couldn't live with out one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4847779692306351409?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4847779692306351409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4847779692306351409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4847779692306351409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4847779692306351409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-9118911272474002345</id><published>2007-05-30T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:38:04.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who was the last person to crush/hit on you that you were NOT attracted to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hit on me was some guy from the bar. He was actually not bad looking but he was so drunk it was very unattractive. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not interested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To crush on me would have to be my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;. I just do not see him in anyway other than a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who was the last person you crushed/hit on that was not attracted to YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; have never hit on anyone, :-).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To crush on would be the guy I am interested in now Eric. He sees me as a sister, :-(. Oh well not everything is meant to be. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; I have a really good friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever done anything sexual with someone you were not attracted to? Why did you go through with it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I have. I did it honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it felt good for someone to want me even if I didn't want them back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-9118911272474002345?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9118911272474002345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=9118911272474002345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/9118911272474002345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/9118911272474002345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/wet-wednesday.html' title='Wet Wednesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-4114202027049519970</id><published>2007-05-29T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:30:34.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When you orgasm, do you hold your breath?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hold my breath. I will breath in short little spurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever had sex or played around with a celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope I haven't, unfortunately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you think prostitution should be legal? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it should be legalized. People are going to do it anyways. Why not it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; for everyone. The country would save more money on throwing people in jail and they could also tax it I guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How do you masturbate? Do you romance yourself? Get straight to the point? Read erotic material?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I usually read erotic material. I can't do the romance thing because I would rather want a man romancing me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt; but who wouldn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Which gives you the most pleasure - intercourse, masturbating for/with your partner, being masturbated by your partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being masturbated by partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had a crush on a relative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope I haven't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-4114202027049519970?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4114202027049519970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=4114202027049519970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4114202027049519970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/4114202027049519970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI Tuesday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5201463802608653847</id><published>2007-05-28T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:36:01.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well this weekend for me was nothing spectacular. I had to work. I did get to hang out with some friends though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go ahead and start with Thursday. We went to go s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; Pirates of the Caribbean 3! It was so good. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; recommend seeing it if you are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;POTC&lt;/span&gt; Fan. Even if you aren't just go see it. I would love to go on about the movie but I will not ruin anything for anyone. A big group of us went. Myself, Josh*, Eric*, Jess*, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;*, Candice* &amp; Megs*. I was really sad that Diego* could not go though. And I must say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; green monster came out. (First off I have to say I am a jealous person by nature-let me add like 2 "very" to that) Jess sat by Eric and I sat on the other side of Jess. Well during the movie they kept having little conversations between themselves and it was getting really annoying because when I asked Jess what they were talking about she said don't worry about it. Which really just aggravated me more. Well I guess now after reading what I just wrote I don't know if it was jealousy or just aggravation because Jess was making it seem like some big secret. Even now I don't know. Well we hung out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; afterwards &amp;amp; it was fun. Nothing big happened with Eric &amp; I sad to say, :-(.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday nothing happened. Went to work &amp;amp; then went home, :-)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday was really a lot of fun. After we all got off of work we went to my apt and just basically chilled. It started out just Josh, Eric, Jess &amp; I. Later on Diego, Megs &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; came over. Sad to say with them they brought drama. Well not all of them. Megs is going through something with one of her other friends &amp; she was sad &amp;amp; depressed and sort of bringing everyone else down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate that. I don't know if that makes me sound like a bitch or some unfeeling jerk. But it just gets on my nerves when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; are depressed &amp; sad go to a place where they know people will be hanging out and having fun and get everyone down. I mean I understand when you are feeling like that depending on the person they need to talk it out and stuff because I am like that. But I will not go to a party or to go hang out like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I know I will bring everyone down and somehow cause some sort of drama. Why would you want to do that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well suffice to say Diego, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Megs left a little while later &amp; Josh, Eric, Jess &amp;amp; I went to Denny's and then went back home to watch Pan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;. We all fell asleep halfway through &amp; woke up in the morning to watch the rest of it. That movie was really freaky but very good. Guillermo Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Torro&lt;/span&gt; is AWESOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday well after watching the movie. Went to work &amp;amp; then spent the night at my mom's house and watched movies with my sisters. We watched The Last Kiss &amp; How to Eat Fried Worms. The Last Kiss was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I am still unsure how I feel about it. How to Eat Fried Worms was so cute &amp;amp; funny. I recommend it for anyone who has a son, brother, nephew or grandson between the ages of 7-12. They will love it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was my weekend. I enjoyed it. Had some laughs &amp; made some memories. Always Great things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very best thing was I spent almost everyday with Eric. I know I am hopeless oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I hope everyone had a Great &amp;amp; Safe Holiday Weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yea it rained all weekend here so that is why there were no fun barbecues, :-(! We always have next weekend and I am off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YESS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Josh-one of my roomies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Eric-the man I have feelings for also Josh's younger brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jess-a girl I met a couple of weeks ago through Megs-we have become real close in a short time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Kiki-a girl I also met through Megs. She is really cool and we get along real well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Candice-a friend of Kiki's don't really care for her she is a brat-complaines all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Megs-she is the sometimes girlfriend of Diego. we are really close and get along famously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Diego-a guy i have known since high school-like a brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5201463802608653847?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5201463802608653847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5201463802608653847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5201463802608653847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5201463802608653847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-memorial-weekend.html' title='My Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-5836728157882282118</id><published>2007-05-28T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:56:01.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KF1swntFRik/RlrCNF7xvGI/AAAAAAAAABU/F07nYb6vRmw/s1600-h/manic-monday.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite food item that is in your refrigerator right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorite item that is in my kitchen right now would have to be a Parrot Bay malt beverage. I think it is orange &amp; pineapple flavored ;-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We hardly ever have actual food other than snacks in are fridge. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I are always so busy we usually eat out. So normally just alcoholic drinks are kept cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you enjoying barbecuing on the grill? What's something that you make often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love barbecuing!!! My favorite thing to make is fajitas. We get them already seasoned from this meat market. They are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What one item (kitchen gadget, appliance, food item) in your kitchen best describes your personality? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a very interesting question. I would have to say a can opener. I love to get to know people on a very deep an intimate level. I love to know what is on the "inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-5836728157882282118?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5836728157882282118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=5836728157882282118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5836728157882282118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/5836728157882282118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8130476274182106048</id><published>2007-05-25T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:50:12.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>Appetizer: Name a sound you like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain falling &amp; the wind blowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup: What is your favorite kind of cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monterry Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad: Do you sleep late on Saturday mornings? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on the the kind of night I have Friday. Or wether or not I have to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course: When was the last time you forgot something?  What was it, and how long did it take to remember it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm Let me think........ I forgot my headset(telephone) at work in another office. Took me about 3 hours to remember where I left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: Fill in the blank:  I notice ____________ when _____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice Eric's eyes when he smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8130476274182106048?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8130476274182106048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8130476274182106048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8130476274182106048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8130476274182106048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8308454519643649121</id><published>2007-05-24T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:20:14.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well were to begin. Well I guess I should describe him. He is about 5’10. Broad shoulders. He is on the husky side. Short cropped black hair. Has a beard that he keeps trimmed. Beautiful brown eyes. Big strong arms. Really nice chest, ;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a couple of years younger than me. He is real mature for his age. He has an awesome personality. He is one of those guys that gets along with everyone. He is a sports fanatic. He loves baseball, football &amp; basketball. He has a great sense of humor. Which to me is a great thing. I love to laugh. He is also one of those big brother types. Which is were my problem comes into affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only sees me as a “sister” or so he says. Because sometimes I get vibes or looks that suggest otherwise. He confuses me sometimes. Although I guess I could just be reading too much into things. I have no solid evidence to go on that he feels differently than he says. Nothing physical has ever happened between us. So until something happens I am just taking it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However be prepared to be reading a lot about him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8308454519643649121?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8308454519643649121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8308454519643649121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8308454519643649121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8308454519643649121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/eric.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-8399262169372443511</id><published>2007-05-22T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:24:13.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reintroducing Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought since I am trying to get back into using this that I would go ahead and reintroduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sal. I am 22 years old and live in Texas. I work at a hospital as a dispatcher. I really enjoy what I do. I am on hiatus from school right now. When I go back I will be a junior. I was a Criminal Justice Major but after some soul searching I realized I didn’t want to do that. So right now I am trying to figure out what I want to do school wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an apt with two roommates, Josh and Cory. Cory is my 21-year-old sister. Josh is a guy I have known since 3rd grade. We all get along really well. Josh does really well for living with 2 women who have no problem about embarrassing themselves and fighting like they were 10 years old. ;-) He is a really good guy. I would love to say that we have a completely innocent, platonic relationship. Once upon a time I was able to say this but since we have had 1 drunken night of “fun” this is no longer a fact. It did not hurt our relationship in anyway we are still “normal” with each other. In fact it may have caused us to become a little closer. As I read over what I have just written I need to re-word some things. I do not regret in anyway what happened with Josh. He actually helped me out a little. Hehehe (ok back story-we were drunk one night and got to talking about sex-of course- and he found out the following:&lt;br /&gt;I had never taken a shower with a man.&lt;br /&gt;I had never had an Orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;I give an excellent blowjob. (Or so I have been told)&lt;br /&gt;Well he went ahead and helped me accomplish the first and second. He also got to experience three-which if I do say myself he whole-heartedly agreed with, ;-)) We are still good friends and there has not or will not be a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only real qualm with “messing around” with Josh is that I really like his brother, Eric. I do not know how Eric feels about me. But I do know that if he were to hear about Josh and I he would not be happy with that. But then again I am not ashamed of what I did. Josh &amp; I were both unattached. It was harmless fun. And I should not be judged on what I have done in my past. To me I feel that if it is in your past then you have learned from it and moved on. But not everyone thinks like this. :-(. Eric will be an ongoing drama I assure you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to know about my family just read my very first post. It is really complicated and I do not feel like typing all of that. :-)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-8399262169372443511?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8399262169372443511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=8399262169372443511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8399262169372443511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/8399262169372443511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/reintroducing-myself.html' title='Reintroducing Myself'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-7607736833774014091</id><published>2007-05-17T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:01:19.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the blogs that I read.</title><content type='html'>I think I am becoming alittle obsessed with Blogger :-)! I have gotten into so many different ones. Some I just come across. Others I find through comments people leave on Blogs that I read. All of the blogs I mainly read are fictional ones though. I haven't really seen or read many that are actually real life encounters. I do enjoy reading the fictional ones though. It is jsut like watching a soap opera every day or atleast every other day. Well not watching but reading, ;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-7607736833774014091?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7607736833774014091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=7607736833774014091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7607736833774014091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/7607736833774014091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-blogs-that-i-read.html' title='All the blogs that I read.'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-3152137755666244444</id><published>2007-05-15T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:24:11.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting</title><content type='html'>Hello All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been forever and a day since I have posted anything. I think it is time for me to finally get in the swing of things again eventhough I guess I never really did. Though I am starting to realize I need somewhere to get all my feelings out and I think this will be good for me. Although right now I can't type to much I am at work and alittle busy. So I will later, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-3152137755666244444?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3152137755666244444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=3152137755666244444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3152137755666244444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/3152137755666244444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/reconnecting.html' title='Reconnecting'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-116094643707223545</id><published>2006-10-15T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:07:17.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mastercard Commercial</title><content type='html'>Buying gas for a road trip- $75.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying supplies needed on the road trip- $35.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a spur of the moment road trip at 3:oo a.m. with 3 of your closest friends to watch the sunrise over the Gulf of Mexico- Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-116094643707223545?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116094643707223545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=116094643707223545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116094643707223545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116094643707223545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mastercard-commercial.html' title='My Mastercard Commercial'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-116085424333013768</id><published>2006-10-14T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:30:43.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why are Men so difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-116085424333013768?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116085424333013768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=116085424333013768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116085424333013768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116085424333013768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-116060936985035805</id><published>2006-10-11T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:33:11.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking</title><content type='html'>I am angry at myself. This past weekend I attended a Bar-B-Que Cook-Off at out County Fair. Basically what you do is eat really good bar-b-que and drink beer all day. Well I went both friday and saturday. Friday night was fun. I hung out with my family that was there and enjoyed myself. I had to go to work at 7 a.m. on Saturday so I didn't stay out too late and I didn't drink too much. Well Saturday was a different story. I got there at 6 in the evening and started to drinking with some friends. Well basically I got really intoxicated. I was too intoxicated to drive so my roommate had to drive me home. What I am angry about it that ever since I started drinking when I was about 18 I have always had one major rule when it came to drinking. If I was going to drink somewhere where I was not going to spending the night at I watch myself so that no matter what I could drive myself or maybe someone else home. Saturday I didn't stick to my rule. Honestly everything is fine nothing bad happen. My roommate took care of me. Other than embarrasing myself by making some drunk phone calls, that I absolutely DO NOT remember, I am ok. I just hate that I got that drunk and wasn't able to take care of myself. That just bugs me. Oh well all I can say is that I will watch myslef better next time I am out and I am drinking. Well until next time, Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-116060936985035805?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116060936985035805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=116060936985035805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116060936985035805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116060936985035805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/drinking.html' title='Drinking'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-116023344539753783</id><published>2006-10-07T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:30:44.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been all sorts of confused. I am not real sure as to what I want in my life. By that I mean relationships or shall I say "a relationship." I am always so indecisive as to what I want. But lately I have been leaning towards wanting one. It is not as if I have any prospects but I would really like one. Lee &amp; I had a discussion about this last night. He thinks if I truly want to find someone I need to get out of my circle of friends. I agree with him. There isn't anyone within my circle of friends that I am interested in. Also Lee &amp;amp; I came to the conclusion that dating within your circle of friends tends to get too messy &amp; complicated. However dating somone you don't know too well is scary as well. There maybe all this baggage you do not know about. How do you know if this dude is a stand up guy or not. I guess if you want to meet someone you just have to be willing to take a chance. Also there is the problem of me not going out too much. My group of friends &amp;amp; I tend to just hang out at my apt. to chill &amp;amp; watch movies or something along those lines. The past couple of nights I have gone out though. I just have to trust that it will happen when it happens. There is not much I can do until then. Who knows I am going out again tonight maybe I will have some luck, :-), keep you fingers crossed, hehehe!!!! Well until next time, Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-116023344539753783?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116023344539753783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=116023344539753783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116023344539753783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/116023344539753783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-115914551783430090</id><published>2006-09-24T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:31:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the name of a guy that I will be in love with for the rest of my days. He will always have a part of my heart. However I will never be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lee about 5 years ago when I went away to school. I hooked him up with my best friend. They dated for about a month. However during this month Lee and I became closer than her and him. He talked to me more. He had more in common with me. Well I take that back we have similar traits but we come from 2 different worlds. But we had a special connection. We just know how to talk with each other. During the month of their courtship we would just talk and I DID NOT have feelings for him at this time. Other than me thinking he was just an awesome person. He would call our dorm room and talk to me for like 20 minutes then finally I would ask him if he wanted to talk to her and he would for like 5 minutes. We would just hang out just the 2 of us and have hours long of conversations. But I must say again at this time I DID NOT have feelings for him. And also my best friend knew I didn't she just realized like Lee and I did that we had a connection we just knew how to talk to each other. There is really no other way to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they eventually ended their relationship on amicable terms. And we all remained good friends. Well over time I developed feelings for Lee. He knew I was starting to have feelings for him but he did not treat me any different. I knew I was not the type of girl he was interested in and I understood that so I did not press anything. I respected him so much more because he did not change the way he acted towards me. I wasn't dramatic about it. I knew I wasn't his type and I accepted it. I would rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all. We are two different type of people we do have a lot of the same qualities however we see life in two different ways. Also our way of living I think are different as well. We grew up in two different worlds so I think if there were to ever be anything those differences are too big that it would destroy the relationship we have. However over time my feelings became stronger. And I do believe those feelings have turned to Love. I have never been in love but I think this is it. No scratch that I am in Love with Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bittersweet things is that we will never be together. He doesn't see me in that way. And by now I know this and I am ok with it. I know he will be in my life forever. There will not be a time in my life that I will not have talked to him at least once a week. He will always be there for me. Do not get me wrong there are times when I am sad. I get upset that we will never be. But deep down I have hope. Even though my brain knows that we will probably (see that's me hoping) never be together. My heart is filled with hope. My heart is full of the hope that one day Lee and I will be one. That he will be My Lee. I know this sounds so weird but it is how I feel. I know in my head that things will never be but my heart doesn't stop me from hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such and awesome person. He is sweet and kind and respectful. He makes me laugh so much. I love his corny humor. I can talk to him about anything. When I feel bad I know he is the one person I can call and feel better within 5 minutes of talking to him. He is the one I reach out to when I am sad or angry or just down. When I hear a funny joke or I have done something funny he is the one I think of to call to tell him about it. He is so handsome. He has the most beautiful smile. I love his "Lee" smirk. I love his curly blonde hair. He has beautiful lips. He is just so Lee. I love his big bear hugs. He makes me feel so safe when I am around him. He can make me see the brighter side of things. He has opened me up to different things in this world. I have so many new experiences that no one else could have given me. He is just the man that I Love and will always Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time, Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-115914551783430090?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115914551783430090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=115914551783430090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/115914551783430090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/115914551783430090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34900634.post-115901831857070002</id><published>2006-09-23T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:32:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Welcome Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hello!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok where to begin. My name is Sal. I am a 22 year old Hispanic female. I live in Stafford, Texas-which is like 20-15 miles southwest of Houston. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I work at a local hospital as a switchboard operator. I like it a lot. It is easy work and I get paid well for it. I have an apt with a roommate. His name is Josh. I have known him since third grade. Absolutely a platonic relationship. He is the equivalent of a brother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a large wacky family. I am sure you will hear lots about them. My parents are divorced and have both re-married. So I have a step-dad, Kiko-I know weird name but it is his nickname Frank is his real name, and a step-mom Dolly. I have 6 sisters all together. Well let me explain that. 1 whole sister Cory. 2 half-sisters Libby and Glory-real name Gloria. Me, Cory, Libby, and Glory all have the same mom. And then I have 3 step-sisters Jenny, Anna, and Chrissy. They are my step-mom Dolly's girls from a previous marriage. Also Cory, Libby, and Glory are younger than me and Jenny, Anna, and Chrissy are older. Jenny is married with 5 girls. Anna has 2 kids. Chrissy is married with 1 boy. So I am an Aunt as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually decided to get a blog because I am absolutely addicted to Cosmopolitan's Bedroom Blog. I know that sounds weird but what I mean is eventhough that particular blog is fictional I like the idea behind it. The fictional blogger K basically just talks about her everyday life and dramas however the catch is no one know she has a blog. Meaning none of her family, friends, co-workers, no one. I like that so that is what I decided to do. I want to have somewhere I can go and right down my truest thoughts without anyone I know actually reading it. Just a whole bunch of strangers, heheheh I know sounds weird right?!?!?!?! Oh well. Well until next time Adios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34900634-115901831857070002?l=theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115901831857070002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34900634&amp;postID=115901831857070002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/115901831857070002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34900634/posts/default/115901831857070002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunexpectedadventuresofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-welcome-post.html' title='My Welcome Post'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071284241574067459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://th165.photobucket.com/albums/u71/giovanni_hc/th_Toofly_Art-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
