<?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-6357880525535447020</id><updated>2011-05-03T04:38:30.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY world...</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a step into my thoughts, emotions, goals, happenings, and dreams.. Listen to my life unfold.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357880525535447020.post-4916674051805459069</id><published>2011-04-26T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:56:15.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH</title><content type='html'>"If they call before I get on the bus babe, I think I'm gonna have to stay.."&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like he's not coming home at all? Why is it that I want him to come home and I want him to magically just want to stay? He doesn't want this...He says this place is dead to him; I don't understand why, and why it has to be that place of all places he's choosing.. I'd follow him anywhere.. But really? There? Is it bad I hope his phone gets broken so he cant receive calls or something????? UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want him to be who I married; and to wanna be with me...no matter what.. &lt;/3&lt; p=""&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;♥&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357880525535447020-4916674051805459069?l=justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/4916674051805459069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/huh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/4916674051805459069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/4916674051805459069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/huh.html' title='HUH'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357880525535447020.post-6559626392926371593</id><published>2011-04-25T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:24:18.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um..</title><content type='html'>I ain't felt so dead inside in a long time.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;♥&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357880525535447020-6559626392926371593?l=justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/6559626392926371593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/6559626392926371593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/6559626392926371593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/um.html' title='Um..'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357880525535447020.post-4630311978065608119</id><published>2011-04-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:53:56.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day</title><content type='html'>I have begun to accept Frank just doesnt want me.. and thats fine; he's started to say he really does.. But he still doesnt understand how I feel about all of this and he hasn't given me any proof that he really does want to me with me. I really dont know; he says he does, he says he doesnt; he shows he doesnt... He makes me hurt so much; but still in the end, I only want him in my arms holding me tightly...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta TON of baby clothes to go through; and I'm pretty excited.. Just by the time I've gotten to it all week, I've been too tired or didn't feel well or something! Frustrating! :) Evan got a swing finally, and its SO cute. I also made it to the pregnancy center, where I found out I can make appts to come in and watch videos and make 'butterfly dolllars' and buy baby stuff. they sell like 25 diapers for 1$ and outfits for like 10 for 1$ and they even have bouncers and stuff. Its pretty COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;♥&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357880525535447020-4630311978065608119?l=justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/4630311978065608119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/4630311978065608119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/4630311978065608119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/day.html' title='A day'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357880525535447020.post-8730304568293285653</id><published>2011-04-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:42:22.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning to a message asking for a new phone.. I dont have the money to buy a new phone for him, I wish I did so all this would have never happened... I wish I could wake up tomorrow and my ring be gone and my belly flat and everything in whats turned into a nitemare can be over.. I love this baby so much already its not even funny; but as of today I've been threatened with losing him and over and over again.. If I lose this baby; noone will like me.. &lt;br /&gt;My world is shattering beneath me; he's going away and I really am starting to beleive that its for the best...Why care anymore? I tried SO hard; it isn't working. &lt;br /&gt;What else can I do? &lt;br /&gt;I've said it a million times; and still...All I want is my husband home with me.. and this is absolutely killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;♥&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357880525535447020-8730304568293285653?l=justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/8730304568293285653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/8730304568293285653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/8730304568293285653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357880525535447020.post-2453955456767785450</id><published>2011-04-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:30:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of this journal..</title><content type='html'>I write from my bedroom, alone. My husband..1000 miles away; and I feel so lonley.. Evan's kicking the pillow I have holding up my stomach; and I wish Frankie was here so bad so that he could feel how hard this baby really can shove his different limbs into the wall of my tummy! I didn't get to hear his voice tonight, I didn't get to see his face today, he didnt text very much either.. It makes it even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is still going on, I keep looking around wondering what I can do next.. I've done alot the last few days despite being sick. I had help but the bedroom got moved around, I cleaned the living room and got some furniture moved so there was more room there too. The bedroom I like better now, Evan has his own little space in the corner with his cute swing all set up.. Frank hasn't seen his swing yet. I seperated the baby toys from the bigger kid toys so I could put the baby toys up and in the bedroom for Evan; got three bags of baby clothes to go thru, but I cleaned the car inside and out.. I cleaned the bathroom, and picked up the kitchen too. I think I'm nesting almost, but IDK for sure. I asked my Dr the other day "how do&amp;nbsp;you nest on bedrest????" and he just kinda laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan seems to be doing okay, the Drs all seem very concerned about his actual age in womb; apparently they cannot figure out my actual due date. My mucus plug is starting to come out, and I'm 3 1/2 cm dialated, though I'm only 28 weeks. My labor was already stopped with a shot about five weeks ago now; and the baby is head down.. They heard some weird heart noise a few weeks ago too; so now they wanna do an amnio asap. I dont like the idea, but if it benefits Evan I'll do it..wish I didn't have to do all this alone though. Evan *EJ*- was wrapped up like a pretzal when I went into the Dr on Thursday.. He had his arms covering his head and ears, his feet wrapped around his shoulders; except then he decided to suck on his toes. It was cute, but it frustrated the hell outta my Dr. LOL &amp;lt;3 Totally our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sleepy and I'm gonna write in my "what I love about you book" before I go to sleep.. I've got a few letters and a card to mail my husband, and I wanna mail him his book too; but IDK if he'll actually write in it since hasnt as of yet.. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and start writing in here often, for why I'm not sure.. But I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;♥&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6357880525535447020-2453955456767785450?l=justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/feeds/2453955456767785450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/start-of-this-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/2453955456767785450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6357880525535447020/posts/default/2453955456767785450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfuckingshootme.blogspot.com/2011/04/start-of-this-journal.html' title='The Start of this journal..'/><author><name>♥ Ali ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12050599423185795846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5maRpjxKCaE/Tak4w9c7M5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/lgt5zaWR3Tk/s220/DSCN0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
