<?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-8658548313409830576</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:25:03.744-08:00</updated><category term='Fave blogs'/><title type='text'>The Drama That Is My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-965983717378164053</id><published>2009-11-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:01:26.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We Forget....</title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Canadian poet John McCrae was a medical officer in both the Boer War and World War I. A year into the latter war he published in &lt;/cite&gt;Punch&lt;cite&gt; magazine, on December 8, 1915, the sole work by which he would be remembered. This poem commemorates the deaths of thousands of young men who died in Flanders during the grueling battles there. It created a great sensation, and was used widely as a recruiting tool, inspiring other young men to join the Army. Legend has it that he was inspired by seeing the blood-red poppies blooming in the fields where many friends had died. In 1918 McCrae died at the age of 46, in the way most men died during that war, not from a bullet or bomb, but from disease: pneumonia, in his case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Flanders Fields--by John McCrae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Flanders Fields the poppies blow&lt;br /&gt;   Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;   That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;   The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;br /&gt;   Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the Dead.  Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;   We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;   Loved, and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;   In Flanders fields.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br /&gt;   To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;   The torch, be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;   If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;   We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;   In Flanders fields&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.vac-acc.gc.ca/content/history/firstwar/mccrae/ornament.gif" alt="bar" width="216" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Grandpa for fighting for mine and my children's freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Smooches xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-965983717378164053?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/965983717378164053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lest-we-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/965983717378164053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/965983717378164053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget....'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-1347765691095938275</id><published>2009-11-05T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:04:26.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A update...</title><content type='html'>So,,,I was home sick for about a week,,,dr. note and everything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to work on Tues,,,,work put me back on days,,,they missed moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened when I was home sick,,&lt;br /&gt;In the summer time I had a one night stand/ fling thingy with a guy 10 yrs younger than me.  It only happened once and yeah there was alcohol involved. I'm not proud of my behaviour but,,these things happen,,,I call it my "cougar" moment, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 months later, the guy got back in touch with me on facebook,,,he apologized for not calling me back, blah, blah, blah.  So,,I thought no harm being friends at least on facebook, so I noticed that he has this cute little thing as a gf on there. No prob. Until, he starts emailing me about how good the sex between us was,,,,thanks for the ego boost,,but I allready know how good I am in the sack buddy,,but I will not be the "other woman" and hurt this other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,,,I do the smart and responsible thing, and don't respond and simply delete him from my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,,,back to momma being sicky at home last week, when on Thurs night as i'm holding my eyelids open with toothpicks, making myself watch the end of Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;There is a knock on my door. Stupid me,,,high on cold/flu meds,,,doesn't think "hmmm, I live in a secure apt. building,,why is someone at my door, with out being buzzed in??".  Goes, and opens the door,,without looking thru the peek hole,,,and is face to face with the 29yr old dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,,I pretended I didn't know who he was,,,(it was a drunken one night stand after all),,,and after awhile,,,he goes away.&lt;br /&gt;I just sit my ass on the couch,,,and there is a knock on the door again,,,,IT"S HIM AGAIN,,,,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "I just couldn't leave",,,"I miss you,,,I want to be with you".&lt;br /&gt;ME: (insert shocked,,runny nose look) "Wha???". "Dude it was a one night stand,,and your bloody lucky I never ratted you out to your gf".&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "I wasn't with her, when we met", "If I knew we had a chance......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I zoned out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically, told him whatever to get rid of this pussy.  Told him I was deathly ill, on home quarantine,,"not sure,,,maybe H1N1",,,dr's don't know.......&lt;br /&gt;And, told him,,yes,,yes,,,if you add me to facebook we can talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,,,,never heard from the kid. Maybe it was a dream? Maybe he just thought this cougar was gonna just put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot,,,no score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   I did complain to security,,,about this guy getting thru the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that my children,,,,is my cougar adventure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-1347765691095938275?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1347765691095938275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/1347765691095938275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/1347765691095938275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='A update...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-3534478378542427702</id><published>2009-10-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:59:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell......</title><content type='html'>Is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;I AM sooooo tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;I mean i thought it had to do with changing over to overnights. Of course my sleep patterns would be interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,,,I was feeling fine last week,,,till about Sunday,,,since then I am sooo tired, I mean i'll be up for 3-4 hrs,,,and then I just need to go lie down thinking i'll just have a "nap" and then don't wake up for 3-4 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,,,I'm not only tired,,i'm hot &amp;amp; sweaty,,but find myself covering up with a blankie,,and this morning I woke up with a sore throat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my first thought, just like everyone else's at this time, is : Is it H1N1?? Do I go to work?? Do I go to the walk-in clinic and wait for hours, just to be told to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,,,I guess i'll just call work and see what they say.....first i'll go have a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-3534478378542427702?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3534478378542427702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/3534478378542427702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/3534478378542427702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-hell.html' title='What the hell......'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-1845237349148071377</id><published>2009-10-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:58:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong to not like your Mother??</title><content type='html'>I have started to work nights where I work (Wal-Mart) for the upcoming xmas season. There is a few reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because I just bought a new car well, not new it's used, but to me it's new. It's a 2001 Nissan Sentra, it's gold, and i've named her Bella! Anyways,,back to the post, if I work nights I make a extra $1 per hour, so that will help with car &amp;amp; ins (which is a whole other post oi voy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It will probably save me some jail time as no customers will be harmed or maimed if i'm working nights. I found them getting on my last nerve allready and the season hasn't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We needed someone with experience to set up and keep the xmas stock going in our dept. which by the way is the Pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,,,so with working nights i'm still adjusting to the sleep time etc. and dealing with kids and such.&lt;br /&gt;Take Sat.&lt;br /&gt;I worked allnight on friday. Then had to go my daughter's hockey game in a town about 45 mins away for 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the game, I had a app't at the bank at 12:30 to finalize the car loan and get the cheque. Then I had to trek myself to the car place and pay for the car, then go get some groceries. Mind you this all had to do by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo,,I get home about 2:30 and i'm wiped. I was supposed to go to my nephews first bday party and decided it would be more  better to sleep. He is after all only one and really wouldn't miss me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave the gift to my ex and our 2 girls and off they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother &amp;amp; sister in law understood so no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sunday,,I think I should give my parents a call. They came down for the bday party. They live about 2.5 hrs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking i'd get scolded about coming to the party, I prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;That was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I do this too myself Every.Single.Time.&lt;br /&gt;All I heard from my mother's side is about how busy she is. That i'm not invited or wanted to come for a visit. That if my daughters present that she spent $60 on doesn't fit, that I should put her on a diet. That I owe her $14 on the Avon I ordered. Blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that my parents stayed overnight in the same town as me, and didn't even call or drop by. Why,,because they are soooo "busy".&lt;br /&gt;She ended the call by telling me I need to call her more often,,,,,grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,,I blame why i'm such a fuck up, a great deal to her lovely parenting skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-1845237349148071377?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1845237349148071377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-wrong-to-not-like-your-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/1845237349148071377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/1845237349148071377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-wrong-to-not-like-your-mother.html' title='Is it wrong to not like your Mother??'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-8116544913150435738</id><published>2009-10-14T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:13:04.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fave blogs'/><title type='text'>Some of my favorite bloggers....</title><content type='html'>I have been reading blogs for i've got to reckon just about 5 years. There are 3 or 4 that I really love. These people have gotten me thru some really hard times over the last 3 yrs particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have in the last 3 yrs, left a abusive husband, moved back to my home country, got entangled in "another" somewhat abusive boyfriend, not physically but emotionally which in some ways I think is worse.&lt;br /&gt;I also left him and I feel i'm somewhat in a good place right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By most people standards, most would think that i'm all fucked up. And, most days I feel that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by being able to read a little about these few peoples lives, it has made me feel that my life ain't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I have giggled, laughed, cried, had flashbacks, felt their pain, and sometimes well just shake my head, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today, on my second post I would share these peoples links and let you all enjoy them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beauty &amp;amp; the Beer,, this girl Elle,,is hilarious,,she loves pirates &amp;amp; beer,,,my kinda chick!&lt;br /&gt;    http://ellethepirate.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dirk Mancuso,,,,I love reading his blog,,especially his posts about his new boyfriend, his&lt;br /&gt;    co-workers and the drama that is his mother!!&lt;br /&gt;    http://dirkmancuso.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Certifiable Princess,, this princess is the one lady that I can relate to alot,,I love her blog.&lt;br /&gt;     http://certifiableprincess.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. April's Random Showers,,,this is another gal, that can totally make me laugh, I love reading&lt;br /&gt;    about her new fiancee, and her son!&lt;br /&gt;    http://aprilsrandomshowers.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all!!  Sigh,,,maybe one day,,i'll have lots of followers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-8116544913150435738?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8116544913150435738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/8116544913150435738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/8116544913150435738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Some of my favorite bloggers....'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658548313409830576.post-7221569781995698009</id><published>2009-10-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:31:52.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>this is my new blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looovveee reading about other people lives and the dilemma's that we all have, so I figured i'd jump on that train and start my own,,,sooooo here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658548313409830576-7221569781995698009?l=nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7221569781995698009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/7221569781995698009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658548313409830576/posts/default/7221569781995698009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-thedramathatismylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11050347461928366264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_MDp_paI-c/StYFI25UxYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JvwzBEMJhMA/S220/to+work.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
