<?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-18650237</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:04:54.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Nice Girls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-115751684913937218</id><published>2006-09-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:27:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all an interview process to sort through the baggage...</title><content type='html'>As I get older I realize everyone I meet from now on has some sort of baggage. Im no talking about children, or ex husbands. Im talking about emotional baggage. I will openly admit I have baggage. Whether its a broken heart, or a preconception of what a relationship should look like, its all relevant. It all effects our ability to move on with another "healthy relationship". Maybe that's why its so much easier to date when we are younger. We haven't been through enough to know how we want or need a relationship to be.&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine when I was 18 or 19 only going on one date and making up my mind that there wasn't a second one. I can remember a time when just having a date was exciting. Now I think I have become a little negative about dating and relationships. When you go on enough "bad" dates or have enough 2 week flings, your thoughts about relationships become altered. Going on a date is more like an interview. Im sure there isn't anyone who would disagree with this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Hiring for a position at work my add will read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Position: Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications needed:Bla bla bla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please list all baggage and faults in large print on resume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All applicants will receive one first date...If you are not chosen for the position...You will not be contacted. If your phone calls aren't returned...Please don't stalk me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since everyone has baggage, its than your responsibility to decide which baggage you are willing to live with. And when you finally find someone that you think you can tolerate...They usually have problems with your baggage..Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At what point does it become impossible...Or am I just too negative?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-115751684913937218?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115751684913937218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=115751684913937218' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115751684913937218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115751684913937218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-all-interview-process-to-sort.html' title='Its all an interview process to sort through the baggage...'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-115682316759469226</id><published>2006-08-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:46:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I want to say.</title><content type='html'>Call Me When You're Sober&lt;br /&gt;By Evanescence, from the CD: The Open Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind...&lt;br /&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;br /&gt;And lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie...&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time...&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;You only want it 'cuz it's over,&lt;br /&gt;It's over..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have burned paradise?&lt;br /&gt;How could I... you were never mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just get your things.&lt;br /&gt;I've made up your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-115682316759469226?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115682316759469226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=115682316759469226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115682316759469226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115682316759469226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-i-want-to-say.html' title='Something I want to say.'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-115327848074124487</id><published>2006-07-18T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:08:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tip for the broke....you can make money on a date.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while. But here is an update. In the last few months I have been on ALOT of date LOTS, mostly bad ones. A few good ones that leaded to a few more good ones, and just good enough to give you a glimmer of hope but inevitably turned out badly.Sometimes no matter how much you have in common, if your thoughts are different about how people should be treated in a relationship it is doomed to fail, and is better that's it ends sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found what I am looking for, but I have definitely found what I am not looking for. Behavior to definitely stay away from. For example: If you are a guy who is short of cash I have discovered a new way for a guy to make money on a date. So if your not into a girl, and I stress that, because by doing this it will guarantee that you will not receive a second date give this money making scam a try..haha. Invite the girl for supper somewhere nice. When you get there be sure to complain about the prices. That way she will order something cheap to be nice. Than after she orders her $7 salad and glass of water you can go ahead and order your $30 steak meal and rum and coke. After your meal is done let the girl reach the $20 out of her wallet. Instead of being a gentleman and offering to pay because you are the one taking her out in the first place, take her $20, and be sure not to give her any change.  Than when you take her to a movie..Let her know she doesn't have to pay for her movie tickets, and pull out the free movie passes your mom gave you. That will make her feel special knowing you are treating her to a free movie...hahaha. Offer to get her a snack, and when she tells you what she wants hold out your hand so she knows you expect her to pay, than again don't give her any change.&lt;br /&gt;Than to top off the night when you are in the movie and there is that moment when you really want to hold her hand. Just hold out your hand and whisper in her ear"feel how gross and sweaty my hands are." And if she doesn't at that moment stand up and leave. Than you know she is "TOO NICE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-115327848074124487?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115327848074124487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=115327848074124487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115327848074124487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115327848074124487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/07/tip-for-brokeyou-can-make-money-on.html' title='A tip for the broke....you can make money on a date.'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-115206767216607819</id><published>2006-07-04T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:47:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just really like this song</title><content type='html'>2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me unravel my latest mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like they have any right at all to criticize,&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button girl,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Woah breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just a day, he sat down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Woah breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, its no longer&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-115206767216607819?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115206767216607819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=115206767216607819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115206767216607819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115206767216607819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-really-like-this-song.html' title='I just really like this song'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-115196103471043409</id><published>2006-07-03T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:10:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self destructive behavior</title><content type='html'>Lately I find myself on the other end of the phone attempting to help with problems that I have not yet figured out the solutions for myself. These are the problems that don't have solution. There is not a magical cure for a broken heart, or a pill you can to heal a relationship, that is with the wrong person to begin with. "Wouldn't that make life a lot easier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we get ourselves into situations that we know are self destructive. Is it for the convenience, or are we just lonely enough to fall for the first person to show any interest. Maybe its a lack of self confidence, or a fear of being alone. Maybe we fall in love with the idea of someone, and not in love with them. If that is the case, would you know the difference? "There was I time I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fall for people who are completely unavailable? Thrill of the chase maybe?? Or is it a case of we want what we cant have?? Why is it that some of us find ourselves falling in love with someone who is committed to someone else, or that just isn't that into you? We all know it will lead to a broken heart, and I am sure almost everyone I know has found themselves in this situation at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it impossible to find that one person who wants and needs the same things in life as you do? " Sometimes I think so."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-115196103471043409?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115196103471043409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=115196103471043409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115196103471043409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/115196103471043409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-destructive-behavior.html' title='Self destructive behavior'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114723109199488341</id><published>2006-05-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:18:12.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for all the men who read my blog..The "Nice Guys" I found it...Read it..And thought it was hilarious</title><content type='html'>What do most guys do when they meet a woman that they REALLY like... But she's just not interested?&lt;br /&gt;Right! They try to ÂconvinceÂ the woman to feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have news for you... YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE HOW A WOMAN ÂFEELSÂ WHEN IT COMES TO ATTRACTION!&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot CONVINCE a woman to feel differently about you with Âlogic and reasoningÂ.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If a woman doesn't Âfeel itÂ for you, how in the world do you expect to change that FEELING by being ÂreasonableÂ with her?&lt;br /&gt;But you all do it.&lt;br /&gt;When a woman just isn't interested, you beg, plead, chase, and do your best to change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea. One that will never work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114723109199488341?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114723109199488341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114723109199488341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114723109199488341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114723109199488341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-one-is-for-all-men-who-read-my.html' title='This one is for all the men who read my blog..The &quot;Nice Guys&quot; I found it...Read it..And thought it was hilarious'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114722958495301835</id><published>2006-05-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:53:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I keep planning?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes as you go through your days mindlessly one after another, sometimes something surprises you. These are the things that make life fun and exciting. You can plan your life all you want...And lets face it I am a planner, always have been. But most of the fun things that happen in life are spontaneous. Going on a road trip, getting a tattoo. Skinny dipping with strange men in Kelona...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Even sometimes when your least expecting it surprises happen, someone you thought fell off the face of the earth pops up out if nowhere. Or someone you see everyday that you never notice, until one day they say something and it makes you take a look.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we can plan and make our lives what we want them to be. Or is it the fun surprises that happen everyday that will predict our future???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114722958495301835?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114722958495301835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114722958495301835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114722958495301835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114722958495301835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-i-keep-planning.html' title='Should I keep planning?'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114705580257086755</id><published>2006-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:36:42.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not mine....but it makes alot of sense.</title><content type='html'>Ok so Erin put this comment on my blog. Its not from my mouth but makes alot of sense and think you should all read it. Props to the Author..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;After alot of thinking, talking, listening, and experience I am starting to figure out what myself and most women are looking for (in the of spirit sharing if you know what men want please feel free to add it in the comments haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty - This is critical, and yes an omission is still not being honest (lol sometimes). &lt;br /&gt;Confidence - Very sexy and if a man isn't confident in himself then its hard to see him as anything more then a friend. Strength is more then how many muscles you have, its a state of mind. &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Almost impossible to describe but when you feel it you know it; its intense, irresistible, and it can take your breath away. &lt;br /&gt;Friendship - Because even with great chemistry you can't act on it every minute (not without being arrested haha). &lt;br /&gt;Aggression - Not in an asshole "do whatever you want" way but in a "know what you want and go after it" way. If you want to kiss a girl lean in and let her know, if she leans in too perfect. If you already know she wants you to kiss her then go for it without holding back. &lt;br /&gt;Romance - Its more then just flowers, its showing her in little ways that she matters to you and that she is special. &lt;br /&gt;Sense of Humor - Laughter serves two specific purposes: it just helps makes everyday better and it is a serious form of foreplay. &lt;br /&gt;Excitement - Life is too short to get caught up in routines and being to comfortable. Create an adventure, find a way to release your adrenaline together. &lt;br /&gt;Compatibility - mutual friends or mutual interests, things you can talk about, share, and enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;Passion - understanding the difference between sex and making love, and that a relationship can have both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:53 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114705580257086755?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114705580257086755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114705580257086755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114705580257086755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114705580257086755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-minebut-it-makes-alot-of-sense.html' title='Not mine....but it makes alot of sense.'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114239348679361595</id><published>2006-03-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:34:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin this is for you...Please read it!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is a little insert from He's just not that into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, they say they're busy. They say that they didn't have even a moment in their insanely busy day to pick up the phone. It was just THAT CRAZY. All lies. with the advent of cell phones and speed dialing it is almost impossible not to call you. Sometimes I call people from my pant pocket when I dont even mean to. If I were unto you, you would be the bright spot in my horrible busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which would be a day that I would never be to busy to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;He's just not that into you if he doesn't call you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114239348679361595?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114239348679361595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114239348679361595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114239348679361595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114239348679361595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/erin-this-is-for-youplease-read-it.html' title='Erin this is for you...Please read it!!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114170200670874173</id><published>2006-03-06T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:27:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like CRACK...if you will!!!</title><content type='html'>Lets face it ..Most things in life that we enjoy are bad for us and addictive in nature!&lt;br /&gt;Things like achohol, cigarettes, chocolate...the list goes on forevor!!&lt;br /&gt;Men are not unlike these addictions. They are worse than some ..like Crack, if you will. And like the other addictions, if the first hit doesn't quite do it for you we go one to the next one like its healthy. Like we have to have more. Like having another cigarette, we know it causes cancer but we dont care. It feels good we HAVE TO HAVE IT.......but do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about the last day" and I mean full day" where some man somehow did not consume your thoughts. You can't can you? You know why because men are time sucking vultures...even when you are not with them you think about them. If your mad you think about them. If your happy with them, or don't even have one....the fact is somehow they are on our minds all the time. And it is not their fault, they are another addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example if you smoke...after a big meal you have to have one ...and you dont stop thinking about it until you do and even them your still thinking about it.....Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when we decide we are not talking to them anymore..thats it we've had enough. We delete them..or turn off our phones. But still we cant stop thinking...did they try and call?? What if they did?? Maybe I should check my messages?? How addicted is too addicted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever stop? I wonder if there is a rehab program for this addiction we have called MEN???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114170200670874173?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114170200670874173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114170200670874173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114170200670874173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114170200670874173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/like-crackif-you-will.html' title='Like CRACK...if you will!!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114167329263940751</id><published>2006-03-06T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:31:50.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF...are commitment issues anyways...</title><content type='html'>Why is it than when you have moved on with your life...the exact thing you wanted and couldn't have a year ago falls into your lap, and somehow doesn't seem as appealing as it once did. Not that I feel differently. But I wonder to myself "If it takes you 9 months to decided whether I am good enough to be with, do you really deserve me when you finally make up your mind?" I dont think so. Am I stupid to pass up something that could potentially be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if someone really cared about me they wouldn't have to think about it especially not for that long, they should know.&lt;br /&gt;But of course this person has severe commitment issues "Whatever that means".&lt;br /&gt;So If I decided to give this person the benifit of the doubt, how will I really know if their commitment issues wont kick in again, and they wont inevitably break my heart and mess with my head for another 9 months. Really how stupid would I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I stupid for saying no...or for questioning my answer????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114167329263940751?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114167329263940751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114167329263940751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114167329263940751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114167329263940751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtfare-commitment-issues-anyways.html' title='WTF...are commitment issues anyways...'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114157953783388081</id><published>2006-03-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:25:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been this girl??...Don't lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6826/1830/1600/msright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6826/1830/320/msright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....So take a good look at this pic..than my entry below will make more sense to you..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114157953783388081?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114157953783388081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114157953783388081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114157953783388081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114157953783388081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-you-ever-been-this-girldont-lie.html' title='Have you ever been this girl??...Don&apos;t lie...'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114135852036240815</id><published>2006-03-02T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:02:00.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....enough is enough....or is it?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten to the point where you have finally had enough..or at least until you let it happen the next time.&lt;br /&gt; Do people ever really change, and do we really learn from our mistakes? Or do we say that we learn as we repeat history over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;We say we are done being the"nice girls". No more!! But can we really? I think we are just nice girls who have bad judgment at times...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you know is wrong, you know when you think about it you will feel terrible because is wasn't a good thing. And still do it anyways because for those 5 hours you can pretend it is something that it really isn't. Really how stupid are we??? You tell yourself I can ignore all existing feelings and be like a guy. Seperate the physical from the emotional...but lets face it, we are nice girls ...and..WE CAN'T DO IT!!! Stop trying. I really dont know who I  am trying to convince you or myself.  hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114135852036240815?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114135852036240815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114135852036240815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114135852036240815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114135852036240815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/wellenough-is-enoughor-is-it.html' title='Well....enough is enough....or is it?'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114032428609168336</id><published>2006-02-18T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:44:46.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million Ryan's. Nellies, Scary appointments, and a surprise coffee date.</title><content type='html'>Last night Erin Lauren and I went to the Kilt and Cabre. It was really fun. I really love going out with the girls. When we were there we met a guy. He was really cute, and actually knows Lauren's sister. And yes I gave him my number" the real one".....lol  But the strange thing is his name is Ryan..hahaha. The " Ryan's" seem to coming out of the woodwork.....right Erin???   That would be strange. Both of Ryans sisters dating Ryans.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at this point I dont even know if he will call.......and I am not waiting by the phone that is for sure.....On the other hand if he does call I will give him a date. I am very curious to see how he is sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Erin took me to Nellies for Breakie. I have never been there. To be honest it was nice, kinda reminded me of eating pancakes at my granparents when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had an appointment, Erin came with me...god love her. Im not going to elaberate. But it was all worth it....for sure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped Erin off, I recieved a call from the guy I was supposed to have a date with tomorrow. I actually eneded up seeing him this afternoon. It was actually a really nice date....I enjoyed myself and at the end of it he gave me a BIG hug. I sure hope he calls me again...&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to a really neat book store....and out for a coffee. It was fun, and very relaxed. The word to describe it is refreshing....really refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to look up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114032428609168336?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114032428609168336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114032428609168336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114032428609168336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114032428609168336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/million-ryans-nellies-scary.html' title='A million Ryan&apos;s. Nellies, Scary appointments, and a surprise coffee date.'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-114020709514375848</id><published>2006-02-17T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:11:35.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you bring me flowers ....doesn't mean I need to keep you around!!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in qiute a while. I've been super busy.  No rest for the wicked I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I so look forward to my Friday nights now..every second Friday poker nights with the girls. So happy we decided to do that and are really doing it. There is nothing better than sitting around the table with the girls catching up on 2 weeks worth of gossip...having a couple drinks and playing poker. Congrats to Janel for winning the pot last week by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my last date: Hockey Game with Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a hockey game with " Warren". Yeah thats right girls Megan was at a hockey game..I know its shocking. He was really a gentleman" wich is what I am looking for really". He brought flowers, openend all the doors for me..etc. But there was just something about him...that kinda creeped me out. I totally couldn't put my finger on it. At intermission I met some of his friends, they were super nice. I actually felt more comfortable with his friends than him. It was wierd.&lt;br /&gt;when the game was over we walked back to his truck, there was a line up cars behind it...just lots of traffic leaving the game. No big deal. But he actually asked me to kiss him....Wierd. He asked me if we were going to make out in his truck...while we were waiting. At first I thought he was kidding but when we were in the truck he actually asked me to kiss him. I did but it was almost forced. There totally needs to be a moment...and there wasn't. So I didn't have any chemistry with him at all. Oh well. I was alomost willing to give him a 2nd date because he treated me well. But soon decided it was not such a good idea.  On to the next one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a coffe date on sunday this week. I am actually excited about it. But not getting my hopes up....how many bad dates can a girl have...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should date a pilot like Erin....So I can join the Mile high club...hahaha. that is definately on my list!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-114020709514375848?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114020709514375848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=114020709514375848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114020709514375848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/114020709514375848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-because-you-bring-me-flowers.html' title='Just because you bring me flowers ....doesn&apos;t mean I need to keep you around!!!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113885585048458497</id><published>2006-02-01T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:50:50.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating...Is it working??? Well not for me..But...</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated everyone on the internet dating. I have talked to all sorts of men. Apparently most of the men attracted to me are perverts and or 50..lol. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go on a date with Phil(we like Phil) Phil is awsome!!!&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately Phil had to cancel because he was sick, than I had to cancel becasue I didn't have a sitter. I haven't really talked to him in a while. But I think I would still go out with him if it works out that way...&lt;br /&gt;I have also talked to a SUPER HOTTIE who lives in BC. He is a ski instructor and is ...20...yes you heard me right...20...hahahaha!!! I am totally a cougar...hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Erin is having some good luck though..&lt;br /&gt;At first she was talking to several guys...unable to find one that kept her interest for more than 5 minutes at a time...Some "REAL CONVERSATIONALISTS"..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;now she is actually "dating " someone. Well she will tell you its not a date but it is totally a date..lol&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is he knows my friend. You know "NON DATE" what a small world. Funny. This guy is like 6'5....lol. Ibetcha he doesn't have an issue with her being short. Unlike some other guys we have met online......boy do I know how to pick em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever learn....LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113885585048458497?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113885585048458497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113885585048458497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113885585048458497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113885585048458497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/online-datingis-it-working-well-not.html' title='Online Dating...Is it working??? Well not for me..But...'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113857399364126716</id><published>2006-01-29T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:33:13.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for Rotty2 Hottie</title><content type='html'>(x) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( x) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with more than 15 people&lt;br /&gt;(x) been called a slut&lt;br /&gt;(x ) had a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with someone you don't even know their name&lt;br /&gt;() seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;() shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a police car more then once&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;() been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;() purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skiing&lt;br /&gt;(x) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) loved someone or miss someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;() been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;() played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;() been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;() jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;() screamed “penis” in class&lt;br /&gt;() ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you love them&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;() glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;() got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate an apple&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;() are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;() have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;() worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) played nicky nicky nine doors&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;() broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;(x ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;() cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) ever made fun of someone on a bus&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on a friends sibling&lt;br /&gt;(x) ever been kicked in the painful areas&lt;br /&gt;( ) pooed in a forest/not a bathrroom&lt;br /&gt;() used someone for something&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a family member die&lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated on someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked two people at the same time&lt;br /&gt;(x) fought someone for no reason&lt;br /&gt;() had an animal lick inside your mouth&lt;br /&gt;() are scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;(x) scared of a type or reptile&lt;br /&gt;(x) been out side of Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) were born in another country&lt;br /&gt;(x) stopped being someones friend cause they hurt you in someway&lt;br /&gt;() ever slept in a field&lt;br /&gt;(x) ever slid down a fire pole&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on one of your internet friends&lt;br /&gt;( x) met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( x) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;() petted a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x ) run a red light&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up until 3am doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked the way you look&lt;br /&gt;() witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten lost in a store&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep on a trampoline&lt;br /&gt;(x) cut your hair only to regret it&lt;br /&gt;(x ) gotten a tattoo(2)&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate horse food&lt;br /&gt;(x) didn’t take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( x) been hospitalized for over a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) played chicken/truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;(x) had surgery&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone’s hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;( x) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed someone under the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone close to you die from suicide&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone close to you die in general&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone younger than 2 years old die&lt;br /&gt;() lost somebody close to you in the last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113857399364126716?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113857399364126716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113857399364126716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113857399364126716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113857399364126716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-one-is-for-rotty2-hottie.html' title='This one is for Rotty2 Hottie'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113755538123837036</id><published>2006-01-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:36:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dates and First Kisses</title><content type='html'>You know you have all been there. Its the end of your date, you get walked to your door to your car (whatever). and what do you do??? Do you kiss?? Do you hug? Do you shake hands? Or play the whole head bob game until one of you tries to kiss the other, and gets the head turn for a foeced kiss on the cheek. It sucks, and is never good.&lt;br /&gt;So here is the solution....If you are on a date with a girl. And the end of the night comes please dont try and kiss her or hug her if you are not sure. If you are onterested just kiss her hand. than there is no leaning in wether it be for a hug kiss on the cheek etc. It ends some of that end of the date ackwardness.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my thought on how a first kiss should be. It should never be forced at the end of a date...EVER!!! How are you going to tell if there is any chemistry if both people are nervous. I think a first kiss should be spontanious. Like in the middle of a conversation because the other person just couldn't wait any longer. Just always unexpected and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;But that is just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113755538123837036?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113755538123837036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113755538123837036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113755538123837036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113755538123837036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-dates-and-first-kisses.html' title='First Dates and First Kisses'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113752629554984323</id><published>2006-01-17T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:31:35.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over it I am short.....lol (maybe there are some magical growing pills I can take)</title><content type='html'>Men just dont really pay attention.....as much as you might beleive that they are. Prime example, I have been chatting with this guy (Doing the online dating thing). We decided to meet, so I had Erin come with,cuz I was afriad. Before I met this guy he knew almost everything about me. That is the bonus of chatting online four hours before hand. So he knew how tall I was....and lets face it I am not tall.&lt;br /&gt;So we met and everything was really good, he seemed really nice. than the next day he said he couldn't see me again. Everything was perfect about me but i was too short.......you have got to be kidding me!!! He knew before he met me.......how shallow. So anyways before any of you men decide to meet me, I wil tell you I am SHORT....Get over it....lol.( I should have known, he had the same name as the other ex you know I am so fond of...hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;So looks like I might have another date on the weekend. I will let you know how that one goes. Who knows I might give  you a couple good dating disaster stories before I actually find someone worth keeping around. It will make for interesting reading anyways...hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113752629554984323?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113752629554984323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113752629554984323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113752629554984323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113752629554984323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2006/01/get-over-it-i-am-shortlol-maybe-there.html' title='Get over it I am short.....lol (maybe there are some magical growing pills I can take)'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113606887601537045</id><published>2005-12-31T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:41:16.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The experiment.....Online Dating</title><content type='html'>Erin and I have decided to enter the exciting world of on line dating. It seems to be the new COOL way to meet people. Lets face it you can't meet decent guys at the bar. And sometimes it is really hard to meet a guy through friends. So we are gining it a try.&lt;br /&gt;So it is actually fairly interesting we have seen a couple of guys on there we went to school with....so funny. So not everyone on there could be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already been chatting with a guy who is 26. And if that is a picture of him he is very cute. He already knows of my baggage and is ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all new to me, so I will keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113606887601537045?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113606887601537045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113606887601537045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113606887601537045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113606887601537045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/experimentonline-dating.html' title='The experiment.....Online Dating'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113581375303771096</id><published>2005-12-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:49:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...falalalala....lalala....What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok christmas went well. Had friends over on Christmas eve...drank..watched 40 year old virgin. You know very traditional and festive.(Just the way I like it..lol)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day went well. Cassidy was spoiled as per usual. And this year so was everyone else. There was absolutely no room for complaints&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SO I THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now here is the real Christmas spirit for you. Boxing day I text messaged someone to wish them a Merry Christmas and to say thank you for the gifts that person had purchased for Cassidy. Here is what I received back from this person. " Your welcome ..But I think maybe we should have dicussed the amount of money being spent on gifts. As her child had not received the same amount of items from us." Seriously Are you kidding me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have never had anyone complain about christmas presents before. Like I said Falalalala...lalalal Frikin' La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something. If Cassidy had receved a $5 puzzle I wouldn't of said a word. It is the thought that counts. Really if people are going to bitch and complain about the nice gifts I buy than they won't get any next year. I will become the grinch..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113581375303771096?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113581375303771096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113581375303771096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113581375303771096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113581375303771096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmasfalalalalalalalawhat.html' title='Christmas...falalalala....lalala....What???'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113503436408035400</id><published>2005-12-19T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:19:24.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Hickeys....where did they come from Megan??? 2 Dancing Dora's 2 Many</title><content type='html'>Well I wanted to tell you all about Cassidy's Birthday party. It was at Mcdonalds on Saturday. she had fun, all of her friends were there and she recieved every toy in existance...lol. Good thing Christmas is next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand Her Dad showed up with what appeared to be large hickeys all over his neck...very classy. I mean who giets hickeys past the age of 18...whatever. So after the party I asked him why he didn't at least try and cover them up for Cassidy's party. He denied they were hickeys. Hahahahahaha.....like I care seriously&lt;br /&gt;He actually said" Megan Where Would I get Hickeys from!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha......like I keep track of all the girls he lets suck on his neck. Maybe it was Hoover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy also recieved for her Birthday Dancing Dora....First from her Grandma and Grandpa. She seemed to like it, but as Cassidy opened it up I heard " YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!" and the fight was on. Cassidy Aunt(not erin) had purchased the exact same Dancing Dora. Well lets just say there was a not so discreet arguement about it. Yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have you ever seen dancing Dora???? I think after that I will have double the nightmares!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113503436408035400?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113503436408035400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113503436408035400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113503436408035400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113503436408035400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-hickeyswhere-did-they-come.html' title='Birthday Hickeys....where did they come from Megan??? 2 Dancing Dora&apos;s 2 Many'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113477667833703032</id><published>2005-12-16T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:44:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty receptionists do not always want your husbands...lol</title><content type='html'>The Christmas party was fun. However my predictions came true.... I invited the temp who works on thursdays to be my date. When we arrived we soon realized that we were saved seats at the table with the panel shop guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I don't know any of them. Second of all they don't speak very good english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked someone why we weren't saved a seat at their table and I was told very nicely " You can't seat the pretty receptionist at the table with all the wives." Nice huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was all fine, but than all of a sudden I was approached by this fairly atractive guy. He said " You don't know me, but apparently everyone wants me to come and talk to you. so I though I should." He was nice enough. He wanted me to go to the bar with him though. when i said no thanks, he didn't really seem all that interested. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont think I am meeting the right kind of guys. Someone who once called me " strikingly beautiful" once told me that I need to date someone who cries. Because that means he is emotionaly available. I s that true....hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess someone who thinks I am beautiful couldn't be that stupid......hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If anyone out there know a man who cries let me know. I haven't tried out that theory yet. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113477667833703032?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113477667833703032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113477667833703032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113477667833703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113477667833703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/pretty-receptionists-do-not-always.html' title='Pretty receptionists do not always want your husbands...lol'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113466738108027825</id><published>2005-12-15T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:23:01.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I have 5 min. and I am giving it to you!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those weeks where the days are a blurrr.....Too busy to notice that you have not had time to breath. Why is it that everything important I have to do is in the last month of the year??? Or maybe it just feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cassidy's birthday party on Saturday at Mcdonalds 4pm...If I forgot to invite you feel free to come...lol ( Why did I have a baby on christmas eve anyways???? Not the smatest time to have a baby...hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas.....ahhhhh.....Good thing I found the princess dress up stuff for Cassidy. One less thing to stress about.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sign divorce papers....hopefully they will be ready :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pack.... oh and New Years&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy furniture for my house........I move in January 6th....no furniture...ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;6. move into house&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a house warming slash Divorce party....you are all invited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these things I need to get done, you would think I would be in the Christmas spirit..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;But really standing in line up with my ex husband for 2 hours to bring Cassidy to see Santa was not the highlight of this weeks activities...hmmmm I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cassidy one day you will know really how much I love you" and believe me if that didn't prove it I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok 5 min is up. I will update you on the christmas party tomorrow if I have another 5 min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113466738108027825?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113466738108027825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113466738108027825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113466738108027825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113466738108027825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-i-have-5-min-and-i-am-giving.html' title='Finally I have 5 min. and I am giving it to you!!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113448882364334022</id><published>2005-12-13T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:47:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem fo Me.......thanks Ryan</title><content type='html'>On Non-Dating and Non-Relationships(for Megan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An "eat-the-paste" kind of special, the "non-date" allows neither charm nor spell. Dinner conversation is a must, but avoid condo usage. The mitten string of committment, apparently, is a long one, but bottlenecking involves less than a hand down the pants, Surprising then, how close "casual" is to "casualty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by ryan fitzpatrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113448882364334022?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113448882364334022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113448882364334022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113448882364334022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113448882364334022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/poem-fo-methanks-ryan.html' title='A Poem fo Me.......thanks Ryan'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113417127154838026</id><published>2005-12-09T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:34:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going alone......poor Me!</title><content type='html'>So tonight is my Christmas party. And yes I know it is a big suprise, but I am going alone. the night will either end upone of two ways:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I will meet some nice single men, dance have fun, enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Or( because everyone else that is going will be with their wifes and girlfriends) be the girl that all the woman hate. You see because I am the only female going from our office, and the only single one.... Could be bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping things will go well and I will have a good time. At least I will look nice. although that really won't help the evening turns out like scenerio #2. I was already warned from one of my fellow employees that I cannot flirt or be too nice to him when his fiance is there. He said because you are pretty and she is a jelous person. So that is why I predicted it might turn out like my second scenerio.....I will update you all in Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113417127154838026?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113417127154838026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113417127154838026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113417127154838026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113417127154838026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-alonepoor-me_09.html' title='Going alone......poor Me!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113398069422672881</id><published>2005-12-07T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:38:14.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for TUBBY DOG</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;TUBBY DOG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113398069422672881?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113398069422672881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113398069422672881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113398069422672881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113398069422672881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/song-for-tubby-dog.html' title='A song for TUBBY DOG'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113382612188420599</id><published>2005-12-05T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:42:01.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza............Tubby Dog?????</title><content type='html'>Erins birthday went well. Lots of people showed up after she was hammered. But suprisingly enough she did not puke...and since I was there that is nothing short of a miracle. Every time she drinks with me she pukes. Very eventful, I learned I am some what of an expert at foozeball...lol. ( Usually after a good night I come home with unexplainable bruises) this time I had bruises from the foozeball on my wrists...hehehehehe!!! ( go figure)&lt;br /&gt;And to make Erin happy I ate a hot dog with peanut butter, jelly, and captain crunch. I am not sure I need to have one again, but I won't lie it did not make me puke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met anyone who just challenges everything you have to say. Usually I make smart ass remarks( because thats what I do) and people laugh. But I have never met anyone who had something to say back to everything I say, until Saturday night. And in true tradition of my blog I had to think of a different name for this person. So I have decided we will call him &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tubby Dog&lt;/span&gt;....ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113382612188420599?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113382612188420599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113382612188420599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113382612188420599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113382612188420599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-extravaganzatubby-dog.html' title='Birthday Extravaganza............Tubby Dog?????'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113356644482488298</id><published>2005-12-02T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:34:04.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" You can hire a date!!!!".....Stupid things Men say</title><content type='html'>Well here is one I never heard before. I was minding my own business sitting at my desk at work. When this guy I work with( we will call him "Hussla"), came and asked me if we had anymore Christmas party tickets left. Well we didn't have any so I said he could probably have mine. I wasn't going because I didn't have a date. So he smiled and said " You can hire one you know!!!" I couldn't believe it..... I have never had a guy say that to me before....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it upon yourself to volenteer to be my date Hussla. Just tell me I can hire one....smooth move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of inviting people to parties, my sisters Birthday party is tomorrow night. I seem to remember a party being thrown for her last year. But unfortunately the person who threw the party had a huge hate on for me....so I wasn't invited. Well being the social butterfly that I am I crashed the party...lol&lt;br /&gt;So If by small chance that person who I am talking about is reading this, I am taking it upon myself to invite you tomorrow night. Go ahead come along, you are officially invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113356644482488298?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113356644482488298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113356644482488298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113356644482488298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113356644482488298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-can-hire-datestupid-things-men-say.html' title='&quot; You can hire a date!!!!&quot;.....Stupid things Men say'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113338239294820468</id><published>2005-11-30T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:26:32.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the "NON DATE"</title><content type='html'>Well I beleive my last &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;non date&lt;/span&gt; was fairly successful. I went with my "Friend" to teach him how to dance. I ended up dancing from about 10pm to 2:30am. Only one of those dances was with the person I was supposed to be dancing with...hehehehehe!!! It would have been 3 dances actually but one dance I switched partners about 10 seconds into the song. And the last one well lets just say that on the way to the dance floor there was some interference. Yes someone actually asked me to dance while I was on the way to dance with my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Non Date&lt;/span&gt;. Oooops!!! And I said I would wait, but there was a little jelousy I suspect as the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Non Date&lt;/span&gt; walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all the evening was interesting. I was invited to go on snowboarding dates with two seperate guys, who I do belaive were actually going snowboarding together..that would have been intersting. I was kissed by one of them, and the other confessed his love for me. Long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the night it was still my wonderful &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Non Date&lt;/span&gt; who drove me home at 3am...funny how things work out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113338239294820468?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113338239294820468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113338239294820468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113338239294820468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113338239294820468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-on-non-date.html' title='Update on the &quot;NON DATE&quot;'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113285775725849705</id><published>2005-11-24T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:42:37.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....Two non-dates in one week...Crazy</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while, I have been super busy. Last night I went on a non date with a friend of mine. Ok an ex boyfriend. I have decided to call it a non date because it has all the factors of a date, you know he picks you up you go for supper etc... whatever. But it is not at all a date because we are " JUST FRIENDS" lol&lt;br /&gt;You have all been on one of those I just know it....&lt;br /&gt; So being the stupid girl I am I have agreed to go dancing with him, so that he can learn how to dance for a wedding he is in. He wants Me to teach him how to dance so he can go pick up some other chick......What am I thinking. stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well maybe I can pick up some cowboy tomorrow night....that will show him.HAHAHAHA Maybe I will show him how to dance by dancing with someone else....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyways I am not bitter or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113285775725849705?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113285775725849705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113285775725849705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113285775725849705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113285775725849705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmmmtwo-non-dates-in-one-weekcrazy.html' title='hmmmm....Two non-dates in one week...Crazy'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113260437507886521</id><published>2005-11-21T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:19:35.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally going to get off the Hyda bed</title><content type='html'>Big News everyone..... I finally got the possesion date JANUARY 6th. I will have my very own house. I will no longer reside on the hyda-bed couch in my parents basement. As much as I love it. I am looking forward to my walk in closet, amd on-suite bathroom with the soaker tub.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss sharing the bathroom with 4 other people. The 3 bathrooms I will have all to myself wont make me happy at all.....lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So December will go fast, so much going on. Christmas parties, Cassidy's birthday, Mom and Erins Birthday. So the first free weekend I have is the week I move in.....YEEEEE HAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113260437507886521?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113260437507886521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113260437507886521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113260437507886521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113260437507886521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-finally-going-to-get-off-hyda-bed.html' title='I am finally going to get off the Hyda bed'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113234919245155049</id><published>2005-11-18T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:26:32.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Control.....Why so hard?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if it is just me. I have absolutely no self control when it comes to men. Well maybe just one man in particular. He drives me crazy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,every discussion I have with him we are playing games. We try and have a serious conversation and it always turns out the same. he is trying to manipulate the situation to make me say or do something to help his ego.&lt;br /&gt;We dated for a while, but I really like him is my real problem....It really doesn't take alot of arm twisting to get me to tell him nice things.&lt;br /&gt;See I have decided that if we are friends we are just friends...you know. Try and have some respect for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know that is the smart thing to do......really! Friends with benifits, sounds good, but is it really.&lt;br /&gt;So he can have his cake and eat it too. Wow, no commitment and he still gets what he wants...I don't think so!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me this, why when it comes down to it is it so hard to have the self control. Is it because you secretly want it that way too? Or because you think he will want to date you if you do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Spicy Cowboy sais I need to deny him. so we are trying that out. and i really think it is working in my favor. But only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny it ladies, you have all been in the same situation at least once!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another night of two stepping is in order, what do you think Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113234919245155049?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113234919245155049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113234919245155049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113234919245155049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113234919245155049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/self-controlwhy-so-hard.html' title='Self Control.....Why so hard?'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113218516247571637</id><published>2005-11-16T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:52:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a name?</title><content type='html'>So I know most of us have done this. Dated guys with the same name as our exes. It never turns out well. I don't know why we bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Example: Lets just say that I was married to this guy named "Jack"...lol&lt;br /&gt;So Jack turned out to be not such a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;After I divorced"Jack" I started a little fling with another guy named "Jack". He turned out to be not so nice as well. Since than I have had a couple more not so nice situations with guys named"Jack"!!!&lt;br /&gt;so not only is it creepy to date someone with the same name......it never ever turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we are always attracted to guys with the same name!!! Why???&lt;br /&gt;Is it really safe for me to decide that all Jack's are bad news, does the name have anything to do with it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113218516247571637?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113218516247571637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113218516247571637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113218516247571637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113218516247571637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-in-name_16.html' title='What is in a name?'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113218474332529052</id><published>2005-11-16T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:45:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113218474332529052?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113218474332529052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113218474332529052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113218474332529052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113218474332529052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-in-name.html' title='What is in a name?'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113208523002043382</id><published>2005-11-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:07:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Single Moms" why men are scared of them.....Advice from Spicy cowboy!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so again and again I run into the same situation. I meet a nice guy, we exchange phone numbers, maybe even go on a date. But when I tell him that I have a little girl, I never hear from them again. It's like I have some sort of a wierd desiese, I have never seen men run so fast. So asked &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy Cowboy&lt;/span&gt; what could be the reason men are afraid of single moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you date a single mom there is a different set of rules. Men have to understand and accept right away that they will not be put first. they will always be second. Some men have a problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;Single Moms also usually do not date someone unless they see it going somewhere. So right away it puts that much more pressure on guys because they know that the girl wants to have a serious relationship. This freaks men out. but really it would freak me out as well.&lt;br /&gt;Men also have to be ok with the fact that if the realtionship did become serious that he would play an active role in her childs life. They have to be ready for the idea of being a dad.&lt;br /&gt;And when a relationship breaks up single Moms seen to be more devastated, than woman without children.&lt;br /&gt;More devastated. Well I thought about it and he is right. I have definately had a harder time with breaks up since I have become a single Mom. ( &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy cowboy&lt;/span&gt; is so Smart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now??? I already have a hard time finding nice men.&lt;br /&gt;Am I screwed??? Maybe it will just take a little longer to find someone worth keeping around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy cowboy&lt;/span&gt; is right, at least it will help weed out some of the losers right away. Poor Megan:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113208523002043382?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113208523002043382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113208523002043382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113208523002043382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113208523002043382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/single-moms-why-men-are-scared-of.html' title='&quot;Single Moms&quot; why men are scared of them.....Advice from Spicy cowboy!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113199659423039299</id><published>2005-11-14T12:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:33:52.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddey up cowboy!......Yeehaw!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to the Ranchmans with my sister. It isn't our normal scene, but we figured it was time for a change. We also figured we would stay sober, and that was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how different the crowd was from other bars we have been to. Everyone was so nice, I think by the end of the night we had made friends with half the bar.&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of old creepy cowboys there of couse....&lt;br /&gt;You see the thing about cowboys is they are so friendly that if you make eye contact for more than 2 seconds the are coming over to talk to you.........so some advice for those of you that decide to go meet cowboys " Never Never make eye contact with a cowboy unless you want him to come and talk to you " It might leave you two stepping with them all night...lol!!! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ERIN.....hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So when we started the evening off...we decided we needed to pick ourselves up a couple of hot cowboys that were brothers. I was so proud of us.....mission accomplished!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By the end of the night we were two stepping with two extremely attractive cowboys...who just happened to be brothers. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I highly recomend a good night of two stepping to anyone...Very good for ones self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113199659423039299?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113199659423039299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113199659423039299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113199659423039299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113199659423039299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/giddey-up-cowboyyeehaw.html' title='Giddey up cowboy!......Yeehaw!!!'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113165604363991974</id><published>2005-11-10T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:54:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men can't break up with nice girls in person???......Advice from " Spicy Cowboy"</title><content type='html'>Recently my sister was dumped via e-mail. So I took it upon myself to ask Spicy cowboy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is Erin, hopefully this will help you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men find it extremely hard to break up with nice girls. It is really because they honestly don't want to see us cry or hurt our feelings. It is really easy to break up with a bitch, in fact it might be even fun to do. So rarely do you ever see a bitch being broke up with in this manner. Maybe there are some benefits to being not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really confusing that a guy would break up with a nice girl who is nice, the kind of girl that you can bring home to your parents. You are happy, everything is good.(So you think)&lt;br /&gt;Well I was told once(not by &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;spicy cowboy&lt;/span&gt;) but from another guy I dated a long long time ago. that there are girls you F$%#, and there are girls you marry. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy cowboy&lt;/span&gt; agreed that there couldn't be a statement more true than that.&lt;br /&gt;You see guys that are not ready to be married secretly don't want to date nice girls, at least not yet. And sometimes guys just break up with girls because they are always waiting for something better to come along.&lt;br /&gt;For Example: I f a guy really likes pizza, and lets say he's has had the same pizza every night for weeks. He still really likes it, but he wonders if there is something better. So someone tells him that there is this great Chinese food. He can try it out but there is no guarantee that the pizza will still be there if the Chinese food isn't as good as he thought. so he tries it out and it's ok, but he thinks the pizza was better after all. When he goes back he finds the pizza has been discontinued. Some men are just willing to take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the difference between men and woman. If I find something wonderful, I think I would be too scared to risk it without proof that the other option is in fact better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Erin I guess as far as the e-mail thing is concerned, unless you magically start being a huge bitch. I would get used to it...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113165604363991974?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113165604363991974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113165604363991974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113165604363991974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113165604363991974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-men-cant-break-up-with-nice-girls.html' title='Why men can&apos;t break up with nice girls in person???......Advice from &quot; Spicy Cowboy&quot;'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113157134720899845</id><published>2005-11-09T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:22:27.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look desperate??  Or are you just trying to help??</title><content type='html'>Another Day. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;I have found in the last couple of weeks people around me are trying to set me up with everyone they know. You know how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" You might think my brother is cute, but, I don't know if he's your type?"&lt;br /&gt;" You should date my son, he has a girlfriend, but I like you better!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" I know this really nice guy,but, he lives in vancouver!"&lt;br /&gt;" I have this friend that's a lawyer, but he's kind of a slut!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are any of these things going to help me?&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone means well, but seriously. I am not going to date men that have girlfriends, are sluts, or live in different cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone around me thinks I really thinks I am lost without a boyfriend? (Except &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, I asked him to set me up)&lt;/span&gt; Do I seem desperate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit it. My sister and I have seriously been thinking about things like Speed Dating. Maybe we are desperate????? Are we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we need to have imaginary friends named Bernie too...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113157134720899845?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113157134720899845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113157134720899845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113157134720899845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113157134720899845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-i-look-desperate-or-are-you-just.html' title='Do I look desperate??  Or are you just trying to help??'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113148130767830884</id><published>2005-11-08T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:21:47.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Friend......." Bernie " Where did you come from???</title><content type='html'>Well last night I was giving Cassidy her bath. She was talking to herself(wich is pretty normal for her to do) But she was talking to someone named Bernie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bernie? Who is Bernie???&lt;br /&gt;I asked her who Bernie was and she just simply told me he was her friend. Wierd!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is pretty normal for her to have an imaginary friend. But Bernie Seriously, where would she come up with that???  I guess I will have to wait and see if he sticks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally booked her Birthday party at Mcdonalds.(I know, I know not that creative)&lt;br /&gt;she will love it. I wrote a list of all her friends, my list is somewhere between 10 and 15. How does a 3 year old have that many friends???? and with that many friends why does she need Bernie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today that is my question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113148130767830884?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113148130767830884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113148130767830884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113148130767830884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113148130767830884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/imaginary-friend-bernie-where-did-you.html' title='Imaginary Friend.......&quot; Bernie &quot; Where did you come from???'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113139533127525932</id><published>2005-11-07T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:28:51.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to be a PUSHOVER - Advice from "Spicy Cowboy"</title><content type='html'>Well we all know that I am too nice. Along with being too nice, I was also told that I am a pushover. When I heard this it made me angry, but I also knew it was true. So I decided it was time to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt; I asked for some advise from this guy I work with. We will call him " &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy Cowboy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversations with Spicy cowboy are usually kept to the topics of Mountain Climbing, and meat sticks. ( Believe me you don't want to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday he gave me some great advice so I thought I would share it. You see my problem is I let men walk all over me. Why??? Because I wasn't aware of my standards. I never really thought about it. Every girl should have standards of how they need men to treat them.&lt;br /&gt;Task #1&lt;br /&gt;figure out my standards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think of Men like Dogs, and or children. You see would you ever bring a dog into your life without knowing how you would like them to behave in your home??&lt;br /&gt;For Example: Are they allowed on the couch?&lt;br /&gt;                         Will you let them pee on your carpet?&lt;br /&gt;When you raise a child, need teach them from birth how to behave. If you don't set any rules or boundaries, they will run wild. Much like men. If you don't give men boundaries they will walk all over you. I mean why wouldn't they. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Spicy Cowboy&lt;/span&gt; had told me that he dated this girl that was too nice. He unknowingly manipulated her. she made it very easy. He knew that even if they weren't dating he could call her, and she would tell him nice things, and so him favors( Just because she liked him). And why wouldn't he. I mean wouldn't you???&lt;br /&gt;After he said that I realized that is exactly what I was doing. ( Not very smart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit it I am a pushover! thank you for the advise &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spicy Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the 20 year old that has left me 5 voice mails over the weekend. If a girl doesn't call you back after the 30th phone call she is not interested!!!!! GET THE HINT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113139533127525932?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113139533127525932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113139533127525932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113139533127525932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113139533127525932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-not-to-be-pushover-advice-from.html' title='How Not to be a PUSHOVER - Advice from &quot;Spicy Cowboy&quot;'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18650237.post-113113796892956074</id><published>2005-11-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:59:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>What a wierd week for me... I mean more than usual. Impossible I know.&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy has been with her Dad sice last Friday night. for thoose of you who don't know Cassidy is my two year old daughter. Well i guess she is 3 soon, but whatever. I thought to myself before she left on Friday....." oh yeah I will get so much rest" Yeah right!!!!  Now I miss the life of single super mom. Oh well she will back Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously between the 20 year old little boys calling me contantly....ahhhhh(get the hint already)I guess when you go out on Halloween and give your number out when you are too drunk to know any better thats what you get.Ooops...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe just maybe I will meet a decent guy, who is not attached, and is not 20. Where are they...someone tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Well than when you think you find one they tell you that you too nice....thats right TOO NICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it I 'm done...enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it you heard it I am DONE BEING NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for today anyways...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18650237-113113796892956074?l=meganfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113113796892956074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18650237&amp;postID=113113796892956074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113113796892956074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18650237/posts/default/113113796892956074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganfitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103857207670517182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
