<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/ladyofshalott6856"><title>***Snuggle Up and Get Complicated... - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/</link><description>These things are important to me, and being the voyeurs you all are, you'll read about it....</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/574807" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572489" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572425" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550720" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550296" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/510856" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/488435" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/482484" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/461777" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/460789" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/574807"><title>A is for Apple...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/574807</link><description>A is a man I have known for 4 years. He is, or was a friend of my ex. I have written about him before. We have been connected in some way for this time. backstory: he and my husband at the time were in the fire academy together. We had a get together at our house, he came, we met. Then at the end...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572489"><title>Let's Talk About All the Dirty Things I Want To Do to You...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572489</link><description>This exact phrase was said to me last night. Um? And let me just be clear that there wasn't any build up to this. We weren't talking about our days and then there was a lull in the conversation to which I said, so talk to me about something and then he replied with that.....No, that was pretty...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572425"><title>UPDATE!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/572425</link><description>Hi all, missed ya again! I have been going through some MAJOR life changes. Ok I will summarize. I moved to Canada, or I guess I could say moved back to Canada. It's bittersweet but I know it's the best. We came for a vacation to visit my parents like we do every year, we being me and the boys...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550720"><title>When Possible Happiness comes a-knockin</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550720</link><description>SO my marriage is complete and utter SHIT. It leaves me exhausted and hating myself for being weak and spineless. I am faced everyday with the fact that I am not taking care of myself, which in turns leads to the fact that I am not taking proper care of my kids. I hate it and hate myself. Ok...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550296"><title>Raw Hamburger Patty Is Hard to clean up</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/550296</link><description>last weekend was bad. I'm dreading this one. Too much time for the four of us to spend together. last weekend he got mad. MAD. Threw a raw hamburger patty at the wall. DId you know that that shit adheres to the wall? So gross. Although now that I remember it was buffalo and not cow, maybe the cow...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/510856"><title>I Hate Journals....It's too Much Pressure</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/510856</link><description>For my birthday I received a new journal. It's beautiful. Black Leather, nice sized page to write on. I love it. However the thought of writing in it is scaring me. I see it sitting there, taunting me, calling me a chicken. To me a journal is the place you hold nothing back, it's the safe zone....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/488435"><title>I Changed The Name, Men, And Kids..........................................</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladyofshalott6856/488435</link><description>All things that will be covered in this post. 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Don't do this. It isn't a fun game. Like I said outside the bedroom, no good comes of this....</description></item></rdf:RDF>