<?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-5261066043260492948</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:18:10.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DKs Randomness At It's Best</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6981632689571392273</id><published>2009-04-17T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:25:31.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>27 and SINGLE!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't updated this in over a month. Well I am still single and happily so.  I have decided to stay in this apartment for another year until things workout the way I want it to. We still haven't had a screaming match or anything immature about the relationship ending, but my guilt or nerves finally caught up with me and I have been prescribed prozac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on prozac is like being a zombie. All day after the buzz of the drug has worn down, you are knocked out cold! Now I see why the doctor said I wouldn't be gaining any weight taking it b/c you're too busy sleeping to even bother to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer trip as been postponed until further notice b/c Leah got pregnant last month. Honestly, I was upset about not being able to go to Destin but now I am over it. The only real reason I cared so much was b/c I thought me and Justin would do something together. On a very moody day he pissed me off and I haven't looked at him the same since. Well that's a lie, I go back and forth on wanting him and then not wanting him. I guess I am flakey like that. I just think we have such a good friend vibe going that I don't know if being lovers would really be in the cards for us. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news me and Rusty have gotten more close.  I have fun little convos with him every other day. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it on the happenings since the break up. Well I am just not in the mood to give that detailed of a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6981632689571392273?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6981632689571392273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6981632689571392273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6981632689571392273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6981632689571392273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/04/27-and-single.html' title='27 and SINGLE!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-8631351063497651524</id><published>2009-03-14T05:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:40:29.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it!</title><content type='html'>So I finally dumped him. I let him go on the 12th of March. 8.5 years of bullshit and it's over! It will feel really over when he goes back to New York in fall(July or August). My only focus is now finding a part time job and a car so this trip can happen this summer. I'm ready for some fun that I cut myself out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about it more and more each day and I ask myself why were you such the fool to let someone rule you for so long? Well he didn't rule me but I felt super guilty for having him move away from NY to come live with me when after two months I was ready to send him packing. It went on so long b/c I just found hobbies so I didn't have to deal with him. That is horrible isn't it? That's how it went though. I won't be tied down to anyone else for a long time. I feel terrible for the next sorry sap that falls for me b/c the bitch that is Karen is back and won't be going anywhere anytime soon! It gets old always having to bite your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side we haven't had a screaming match about the relationship being over. He knew it was coming and he tried to manipulate me with the recent "you know I love you's," hearing them made me want to puke. I knew they were coming just b/c he knew his sorry ass had overstayed his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason this breakup finally stuck and I was ready to let him go was the approach of my 27th birthday. I will be 30 soon and what do I have to say for myself in my life and in my relationship with him? Not a damn thing. We don't do anything together b/c I know he will sit there and bitch and want to leave wherever I'm at b/c he wants to rush home to his beloved computer. I think this whole time he has been in love with his computer more than me. No matter how many times he had me crying about how he ignored me until he was horny was not enough for him to show any kind of affection.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very sexual person and being with him has made me doubt everything that is in my inner core. I just want to break out and screw everything to catch up with all my female friends who were looking at me crazy for being loyal. Not to say cheating is good but you know what I mean. If it's obvious in the relationship that you two aren't serious then why not tip out and screw more guys? It helps you not to get as attached to one. I'm sure my fast keying is making the sleeping bastard wonder who I'm talking to online. I kinda want to leave this blog up and let him read it but then that will start drama. I'm really waiting for the shit to hit the fan. I'm surprised he isn't trying to bother to fight for this anymore. My real guess is he has found some gaming chick he has been flirting with anyway. I mean he met me online so I'm sure the next chick he will mooch off will be an online bitch. Oh and I will never suggest meeting a guy online to any female. I just don't trust men anymore. I rather be alone for the rest of my life then be bothered with a relationship like this. I wouldn't even wish this type of bullshit on my worst enemy. It takes so much out of you to know that the one you live with(and care about to some degree) doesn't sincerely love you and is using you for what you can offer when they are suppose to be man enough be able to offer it all themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated how he wasn't man enough to handle me and I was playing both roles in the relationship. What kind of crap is that? The sadder thing is I knew it the whole time but I gave the benefit of the doubt and said maybe you are being wrong and judgmental of his character too harshly. I know how I can be and I'm not very pleasant at times. I'm so glad he never asked me to marry him b/c my dumbass probably would have said yes again out of guilt or maybe I would have grew a set of balls at that time and been like no. Who knows. Just glad that stress is over and maybe my body will finally act right since living with him started the weight gain. My body had been telling me for years to leave him and I ignored it. I will never do that again. Can't wait to see the doc on Tuesday and talk about cutting these tits off too. I want everything that reminds me of him gone from my body and this sad relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those who really think I will take him back obviously don't realize how far over the edge I am now that I could give two shits about being tied down to him anymore. The only thing I care to hear from him is the truth. I want to hear the flat out truth that the entire time he was just using me. That's all. Will I even hear it though? Doubt it. Haha unless after he's gone he will start calling and being a bitch ass and let me know how bad I supposedly hurt him. Fuck that. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-8631351063497651524?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8631351063497651524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=8631351063497651524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/8631351063497651524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/8631351063497651524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-4974353222638127358</id><published>2009-03-01T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:06:35.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the need to burst out</title><content type='html'>So lately I have had an extra urge to just leave and start over. Maybe it is b/c of the old friends new presence in my life or maybe now I have more than enough reason to just leave.  The boyfriend doesn't work, he's not even looking for work and it's been over 7months, we actually pay rent now, I'm ready to leave his bad habits behind. I am tired of feeling like I'm in a unhealthy teenage relationship with my mother. Why did I feel the need to not speak up to him like he's my fucking elder? So many times I spoke back to my mom and got hit and each time I got hit brought down my true nature to be blunt and straight to the point. Screw this weakling act. Me and him need to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks I realized how little I do sexually for him compared to before. It's not just b/c we are in a rut, I just don't feel enough for him anymore to put forth the effort to caress there or kiss there. Also I'm beyond tired of someone who says they love me but doesn't like how I express my love.  Screw that. Screw it all! Now I need to figure out how to act out this rage I have inside. I will be mature, but I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. Tuesday night I apparently had a date with a guy. I was all for the being friends hanging out but b/c my g/f bailed on me at the last second it was really a date. I felt so out of place b/c I'm not use to going out on dates with guys or even being able to flirt openly with males. As he touched jokingly I gave no response at all. I had a tiny crush on him last year but he was married and has a child, which I'm not a homewrecker and nor do I care to play step mommy.  That crush quickly ended and just resulted in friendship. He has now since then gotten a divorce and on the prawl. Now apparently feelings must have been mutual at the time of our first couple of encounters. I had no idea but now thinking back to it I saw all the signs but ignored them. I can be so oblivious at times. He did want to make out but I said no even though parts of me was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two new males in my life are more of my astrological matches and makes sense as to why I feel attracted and comfortable with them. The old friend is a perfect match b/c he's a Sagittarius and the other is a Leo. Leo needs more attention and admiration where as me and the Sag don't need as much of that. We would motivate each other and have tons of fun on other levels.  I dunno, the idea sounds good but I still want to live off by myself for awhile before jumping into something else full term. I need a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-4974353222638127358?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4974353222638127358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=4974353222638127358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4974353222638127358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4974353222638127358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-need-to-burst-out.html' title='Feeling the need to burst out'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-3353968413782444655</id><published>2009-02-20T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:46:54.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still motivated</title><content type='html'>So I'm still at the 10lb weightloss mark but that's ok. I have to go buy a new scale today b/c my electronic one is now acting very lame and doesn't want to work anymore. Regardless if I put a new battery in. I also need new headphones for my mp3 player since I apparently smashed mine in the  car door when I was on the phone with "him". Ha! The messed up thing was when I got to work and went to use them I was so mad b/c I figured my dog had done it b/c I had pulled them away from him before. But when I went back to the car and saw the pieces on the driver side I realized I had done it. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently getting my diet in order has started to try and regulate my period. That's pretty cool though but now I know I will need to get on birthcontrol ASAP, again. In typing that out, I  went ahead and called my gyno. I  haven't had an annual in almost 3 years and thats not cool. Hopefully all will be well.  LoL It isn't like my sexual partner has changed! I'm still loyal Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright my ADD has gotten the best of me and I cannot concentrate enough to type out a meanful blog today. So...with that I'm gonna go until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-3353968413782444655?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3353968413782444655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=3353968413782444655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3353968413782444655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3353968413782444655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-motivated.html' title='Still motivated'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-5996782956483866840</id><published>2009-02-14T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:47:57.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booked and Waiting</title><content type='html'>So I booked our trip at this nice hotel in Destin. I'm still super excited about going! I lost and maintained a 10lb weightloss. I need get back on the workout and calorie restriction again. These past couple of days I have been hanging out with a girlfriend I haven't seen in months and have been drinking my ass off. Which now it's good to know that my alcohol tolerance level is still way up there from the one year of being a certified alcoholic. Me and the childhood friend are still going strong on the texting and phonecalls. It's just honest and a sincere friendship redeveloping. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girlfriend had a serious talk the other day that even though I didn't show it to her I was crying. I had hit on something that I never thought to say out loud. Actually I said a couple things out loud that I have never told a soul. It was liberating. I felt better after it was out there in the open. I'm a bit tired and a bit hungover so I will have to come back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-5996782956483866840?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5996782956483866840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=5996782956483866840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/5996782956483866840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/5996782956483866840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/02/booked-and-waiting.html' title='Booked and Waiting'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-4397147245783893318</id><published>2009-01-28T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:17:01.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world....?</title><content type='html'>Lastnights episode of Nip/Tuck was crazy! I mean I saw the setup of Christian and Liz getting together as soon as she thought she had breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady using an electric knife to saw off her breast was insane! I almost wanted to vomit and my boobs hurt just watching the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised that Olivia died during cosmetic surgery b/c she had a premonition the day before. I was however horrified that Eden had thrown her moms ashes on Sean and Julia. What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad with comcast on demand b/c I have yet to see the third episode of the season. Maybe it's on there today so I can finally watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still super excited about our summer vacation and so far I've lost 7lbs in 4 days. I just hope I can keep myself motivated enough to drop down to as close to 140lbs as possible. I would say 120 and below, b/c my all time goal has always been 108lbs, but that would be way too much weight lost in 4months and 3 weeks. Basically all I've been eating everyday is a salad and fresh steamed veggies. Tons of fluids, cleaning out my overly toxic system. I'll bring meat, in small amounts, after my two week cleanse.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my motivation will be how I can keep imagining how cute I'll be again. Wearing the fashion I love to wear and that looks good on me. I just hope I won't get stalked while on my week vacation.  Yesterday when I went to take Pugsley for his morning walk some crazy person was following me in their car. He didn't actually stop and try to talk but he kept driving by really slow then drive off only to come back around from another direction and do the same thing. He did all of that at least 3 times!  Once Pugsley finally took his dump I ran back to my apartment. I really hate that we live right in the heart of where the college students live. Probably some loon thinking he'd found himself a young college girl. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-4397147245783893318?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4397147245783893318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=4397147245783893318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4397147245783893318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4397147245783893318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world....?'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-9170214146242482995</id><published>2009-01-25T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:19:33.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Relationships: What's the hype?</title><content type='html'>So this blog will just be a jumble of questions and thoughts on the subject matter of open relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that most couples who want to do an open relationship are high school sweethearts? In my mind I think most of those couples do the whole open relationship thing b/c they are too use to each other being in their everyday life. Also b/c they realized they have cut their partying days short by sticking to the first good relationship they thought they had.  They can't imagine splitting and being happy with someone else. I also think the whole open thing sounds appealing in that situation b/c it's a way to date or  fool around with someone else without having to deal with breaking up with the current/original lover and then realize that may not have been the best idea and have to come crawling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my whole idea on the subject is centered on the fact that people are creatures of habit and don't like being alone. They need some kind of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some older couples say they do the whole open thing to spice up their life. I'm sure it does, but it still ties into my thinking of "why bother breaking up when we can just openly date others while still sleeping with each other every night?" Or... one partner thinks they can finally act out their desires without feeling bad about hurting the other one. Possibly sex is just so vanilla between the two and they just want a certain sexual need to be met without losing the qualities they like in their lover otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly open relationships are formulated b/c we have two bisexual partners paired or one bisexual and one heterosexual. I mean you can think of many more factors with the make up of the relationship but you get where I'm going, right? I suppose in this situation it would appear to be good for one partner to be able to showcase their desires without feeling guilty. Or just to find sexual acceptance in how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We have heard relationships becoming open just b/c the man wanted a fantasy to be filled for one night and the wife/girlfriend goes along with it to keep the man intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning signs would ring in my head if my boyfriend wanted to add another female to the equation. Not b/c I'm jealous hearted but b/c it says I'm not doing something right or maybe it's time we stop using each other as crutches and just move on. I wouldn't want to openly be in a bedroom with him and some other female. A lot goes thru my mind when I see or hear that type of stuff. Like is he asking b/c I'm lacking, is he ready to split, does he really think he can bend me(manipulate) enough to do such a thing while having his cake and eating it too? Stuff like that. See, my mind is always going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just texted a couple guyfriends who opinions I value to give me a bit of input on their thinking of the subject. The question was worded as such: I need a guys input on why you would want an open relationship while having been with your current partner for a number of years or months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy responded that he would do it as a safety net and fear of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL the other one was asking if I was talking about me or him, b/c I guess about our current situation. After explaining that I was blogging he sent his new response. It goes: "Sometimes when your with someone for a long time the line between where you end and they begin gets blurred. You kinda lose your identity. And you need to back off a little to focus yourself again and get a new perspective. Some fresh eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the second one I was leaning toward the safety net reason and he mentioned that guys are all about their identity and females are more wired for security. I said that could be true but it depends on what kind of person your dealing with. An independent woman would do it b/c of her lost identity in the relationship and an insecure man would do it for security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really interested to hear any and everyone, who reads this, thoughts on the subject. Narrow minded people need not bother commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would personally consider the option of an open relationship as a means for me to have more sexual experience that I cut out of my life b/c I decided to live with a boyfriend too soon. I was never truly head over heels in love with him, but I have never felt that way with anyone.  I was never big on the dating scene and I go with the flow. I don't get over dramatic about stuff and I'm easily pacified with the idea of just moving onto something else to do to busy myself. I guess I'm insecurely independent.&lt;br /&gt;LoL, what I mean by that is I sometimes feel like my identity has been lost as far as the shit I put up with him but I know I don't dwell on the whole "we, us, our, together" shit. I'm only insecure b/c regardless of the financial pull I have in this relationship I wouldn't be able to handle it all on my own without really being unavailable to the prospect of a new option.  So I sit until I've reached that point to say enough is enough and I rather fly solo or win the lottery. Whichever comes first, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-9170214146242482995?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9170214146242482995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=9170214146242482995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/9170214146242482995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/9170214146242482995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-relationships-whats-hype.html' title='Open Relationships: What&apos;s the hype?'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-4955953018893630117</id><published>2009-01-24T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:57:52.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans Changed</title><content type='html'>Well after realizing that the Key West trip would just be too much money we decided to go to Destin, FL. I'm excited about Destin b/c you can find reasonably priced beach condos and houses to rent for the week on &lt;a href="http://www.flipkey.com"&gt;FlipKey.com&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since we both agreed on Destin, FL I've been in a good mood on a daily basis. It has numerous advantages for the both of us.  The beaches will look better, the drive won't be as long, I won't have to worry about a plane ticket(I'll just rent a car), she'll get the tan she wants and so many things. Plus, she has a classmate or two that lives there and I have at least three or four friends there that I can visit or they can come hang out with me. :o) One of them happens to be the one I mentioned in my previous blog. We've been texting like crazy and it's just cool. I take a while to warm up to people and once I find my spot, it's like a mini high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I came to log into my blog to express my thinkings on a subject that has been on my mind for years. The new google account log on is retarded b/c I can't remember which e-mail I had my google account with, since I don't use it at all. You know the old saying "use it or lose it"? Well I lost it and I stopped writing down all my info on post-its so no telling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-4955953018893630117?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4955953018893630117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=4955953018893630117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4955953018893630117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4955953018893630117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/01/plans-changed.html' title='Plans Changed'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6006098900718101141</id><published>2009-01-13T03:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:54:56.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan for Summer</title><content type='html'>So this summer me and my friend want to go to the keys to spend a couple days. I haven't been back to the keys since 2001. I miss being there but I'm not sure I would care to live there again. Maybe have a beach house or something to go to on vacations but nothing permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so anyways. We want to spend a couple days in the keys but we are still trying to figure out how we are going to do this since she lives in South Dakota and I live here in North Florida.  I was thinking she might fly into Jacksonville and we rent a car and drive from there to the keys, which would be an 8 hr drive. Or we both just buy direct flight plane tickets to the keys. Which the cheapest is $310 and the most is $604. For her tickets, since I just looked it up, would be between $462 and $1100. I'm debating on whether I should ask a friend to let us bunk with them or just get a hotel in another key that would be cheaper to stay in. The cheapest per night stay would be $119 a night. If we stay there 7 days it'd be 833 dollars plus you figure tax and parking decal we're looking at close to 860.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's panning out to be a very expensive vacation.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I was on the phone with a childhood friend, like we've known each other since 5th grade in the keys. Anyways, it's crazy how much we are a like as far as reading people, relationship status, and humor. No, I don't think that he's magically my soul mate or anything but it's just cool to see how we've grown up. I did offer to scoop him up for the key west trip since we spoke about how much we missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to physically meet him since our departure from the keys. One of these days we'll make plans to meet up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6006098900718101141?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6006098900718101141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6006098900718101141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6006098900718101141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6006098900718101141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/01/plan-for-summer.html' title='The Plan for Summer'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-4041461353972404982</id><published>2009-01-06T15:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:29:32.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So I've been gone a couple months now. I finally settled into my apartment and it's a HUGE adjustment from a three bedroom two bath home to a one bedroom one bath apartment. Since I got my job last year I have been neglecting my Etsy shop due to not having enough time to just create without having to rush myself off to bed to get some kind of sleep so I can be up all night at the job. Here are pics of the things I have been up to in my past few months since the foreclosure/move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPKX_GM-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PSavSm2JnIE/s1600-h/DSCN0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPKX_GM-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PSavSm2JnIE/s200/DSCN0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288292900886346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPKXN2MSEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q8ZVYuz3zKQ/s1600-h/DSCN0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPKXN2MSEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q8ZVYuz3zKQ/s200/DSCN0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288292887665854530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPLaXL-UsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rt_eSzExhpM/s1600-h/DSCN1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPLaXL-UsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rt_eSzExhpM/s200/DSCN1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288294041224368834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPIuUgRAgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJjlqOoX0C0/s1600-h/DSCN1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPIuUgRAgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJjlqOoX0C0/s200/DSCN1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291085566673410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPItuE_uqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LG3obf9jLA8/s1600-h/DSCN0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPItuE_uqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LG3obf9jLA8/s200/DSCN0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291075251747490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJdXtRz5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/oT1fs4KJyK0/s1600-h/DSCN1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJdXtRz5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/oT1fs4KJyK0/s200/DSCN1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291893880410002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJdpxi0XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xj-c4Xv7Umw/s1600-h/DSCN1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJdpxi0XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xj-c4Xv7Umw/s200/DSCN1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291898730140018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJeNDTG2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/kW7boUCmnN8/s1600-h/DSCN1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPJeNDTG2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/kW7boUCmnN8/s200/DSCN1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291908199848802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to my knifty knitter! I've learned to crochet and working on a blanket right now. I finished a portrait for a co-worker. I'm still working on that skirt that is pinned to my dressform. I made that purple shawl for my mom for Christmas. That flower of polymer clay was suppose to go with the shawl but I didn't care for how it came out. I have a new hair do and things are looking decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment still looks like I just moved in b/c I have been unable to just devote a week to putting/taking everything out where it needs to be. I unpacked almost everything but there are some boxes I need to take back to the storage unit plus figure out what else I can do without in the apartment to free up the little space we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a lovely New Year and hopefully I won't neglect my blogs anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, for Nip Tuck tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-4041461353972404982?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4041461353972404982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=4041461353972404982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4041461353972404982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/4041461353972404982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/SWPKX_GM-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PSavSm2JnIE/s72-c/DSCN0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6573356109793425606</id><published>2008-08-05T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:01:32.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I would kindly like to say, fuck you sir!</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow morning me and Med go looking at this tiny one bedroom apartment. Which entails me getting rid of 6 of my 8 cats. It makes me want to vomit profusely just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother had said she would allow us to stay with her until we could save up money, but has since called me earlier this morning and told me that I would not be able to stay with her. What was said to me was b/c my mother said since I didn't do a good job living here (in my house) I shouldn't be welcomed in her house and that I want to avoid the real world and not pay rent. Assumptions are like assholes, everyone has one. Everyone assumed I would just stay and mooch off granny with no real intentions of moving out. Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't even like her house and I've always hated staying there. She doesn't have A/C and has a roach problem. Oh yeah, I would really just sit there for months and months in that kind of filth. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmz...if I wanted to avoid the real world and not pay rent or "supposedly" be responsible at all I would have nothing left b/c of my own doing not b/c I was trying to help them out. It's a long sticky story but in the end I know I'm not to blame for all of this. I'm just the scapegoat like I have always been in the family. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life right now has just taken a very nasty turn and my family has proven to me I should have never opened up to them at all. My grandmother says she will still try and get all of my aunts and uncles to sign over the land to me, but in the morning I will call her and tell her don't even bother. Just forget I even existed. I want all of them to forget I existed. Just lose my number, burn my birth certificate, there is no Karen! Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried very hard to harbor all this pain and emotion inside. I didn't even start crying about any of this drama until a couple days ago when every avenue I tried smacked me down. Every time I hear one more thing being said about me or another rejection on top of knowing I need to be gone out of this house soon, makes me want to snap! I'm not usually a violent person but I feel like it will only take another trigger to push me all the way over the edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6573356109793425606?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6573356109793425606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6573356109793425606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6573356109793425606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6573356109793425606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-would-kindly-like-to-say-fuck-you-sir.html' title='I would kindly like to say, fuck you sir!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-7173042541860026441</id><published>2008-08-03T05:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:18:09.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is rough....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I quit taking the metformin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm losing my home in less than 11days. I've been trying like all hell to get a mobile home with my grandmother as the sole person on the loan. She's not budging b/c my mom has entered negative thinking in her head about me. My mom still assumes I'm very naive about life and what it costs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had worked a ten hour shift lastnight and was almost over getting greatly depressed about the pending situation only to get a call from my mother this morning to kill every little spirit I had. I have been determined to try and get a place where I can bring my pets with me and everybody and anybody says I need to get rid of them. It's like ok, if a person told you they'd accept you in the move but your kids had to go, you would travel down every avenue you can just to be able to bring those kids, right? If the person isn't a dead beat who'd be glad to leave the kids behind you'd keep trying and trying. Which I have done and others have failed to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been unable to sleep for 48hrs and I'm making myself sick when right now I need to be really strong! I have a friend of mine who I love to death but I feel like she is somewhat turning her back on me now. She has been making slick comments here and there and I have been letting most of them roll off my back but now that EVERYTHING seems to be going in the shitter it makes me think of her words even more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate how family says I need to reach out and talk to them more and get help with my problems when they are being more selfish than they claim me to be about lending a real helping hand. My mom says that Med can move over to Jax with them and look for a job but they fail to realize I would have no vehicle and they lack proper parking space for four vehicles that would be at their residence. It's a nice offer but it solves nothing and still leaves me without saving any real money to do what needs to be done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I'm below the bottom of the barrel and just keep getting kicked further. No one in my family really knows me well enough to know my true spending habits they can only assume bullshit from when I was younger. But isn't it proof enough that I can handle the world if I haven't come back home to be a deadbeat in over 7yrs? Doesn't that stand for something? I guess not. I dunno if it is my pride that keeps me from just throwing everything away so people can finally feel like "wow, she's lost enough maybe I should consider helping her now" or what. I'm just plum tired!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and this economy and Tallahassee sucks big ass balls! I feel like I will never ever be in a position where I can call the shots b/c everything I try to do to take the right steps toward that direction gets stomped on and then I keep trying only to get pushed further back. &lt;/p&gt;I feel like school is a joke. It gives you false security in believing your talents will set u apart and you'll be wealthy. In most cases it is not true. If it were more true there would be more wealthy people in America and not just 5%. Think about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-7173042541860026441?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7173042541860026441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=7173042541860026441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7173042541860026441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7173042541860026441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-rough.html' title='Life is rough....'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-3893033850158297928</id><published>2008-03-21T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:38:52.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing to vent.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a tiny bit irritated with a seller on Etsy. I purchased two corsets in January and have yet to receive them. I could understand if the seller had contacted me and told me "hey I tried to send them and they came back" but not even that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I keep getting is the run around that they sent it out. I reported the seller and they finally contacted me shortly after being reported, but only to tell me the same line again that they were sending it out that following day. That's 68 bucks that has been gone for over 2 months with nothing to show for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I doubt I would be likely to do business with this seller again unless it were a small cheap item. This makes me a bit sad. Plus, paypal only allows 45 days for a full refund so who knows how much I'll be able to get back if anything. *le sigh*&lt;/p&gt;Alright, it's time to go get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-3893033850158297928?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3893033850158297928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=3893033850158297928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3893033850158297928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3893033850158297928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/needing-to-vent.html' title='Needing to vent.....'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-7031009357428521094</id><published>2008-03-04T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:16:16.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been gone forever!</title><content type='html'>So today is Tuesday and my Nip Tuck is over. I'm so sad, but I took the liberty of ordering all the seasons on dvd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been going on in my life lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for a long while I felt nothing but inner peace about everything in the world. Then reality hit about needing to find a new place to stay. So I went into this modular home and other then some simple cosmetic stuff, I'm in love with it. I'm just sitting here trying to figure out how to fill up the main rooms with our stuff and start a new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... everyone is upset about the monthly rent. I agree 800 a month is a bit steep but I am looking at it from the angle of the rentor. I am thinking he doesn't have all the money upfront to invest in fixing the place up like it needs to be and is trying to just get extra off top. Who knows. I do know I would like to meet with him and do a walk thru of what I want fixed before I move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know that is the only place so far that I am the first to put and offer and it is as good as mine. Every other place I've called the place is pretty much promised to someone else. Which it's like if you're promising it to someone...why advertise it? Makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yea I am rambling on b/c I am trying to stay awake. For what reason? I have no idea. I will be a better blogger but for now I am going to go try and rest my mind a bit. Take care bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-7031009357428521094?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7031009357428521094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=7031009357428521094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7031009357428521094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7031009357428521094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-gone-forever.html' title='I&apos;ve been gone forever!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-5817449629993526817</id><published>2008-01-28T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:00.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It SOLD!</title><content type='html'>It's roughly 7:27 AM and I have just finished packing my ACEO that was sold sometime ago. I'm excited b/c I told myself before I left work today that something would sell today, and what do you know, something did sell! Here is my card that sold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R53KoW6fehI/AAAAAAAAACI/V8a-QybgtZI/s1600-h/whichway8ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R53KoW6fehI/AAAAAAAAACI/V8a-QybgtZI/s320/whichway8ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160503542730947090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also as an update, that painting I did for the co-worker had to be reworked but has come out better for the client. I was a bit ticked off at first b/c the day after I had let her view the painting she came back and told me she wanted it redone on the flower. After having redone it, I now agree with her. Heh. :o) Here's the improved shot of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R53MfG6feiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eXbjwlDrxio/s1600-h/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R53MfG6feiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eXbjwlDrxio/s320/DSCN0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160505582840412706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an artist you don't like to hear people tell you how something should look when you created it to look one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another client lined up that is needing me to do calligraphy for her wedding invites and I am excited to do those, b/c I have done calligraphy for over 10 yrs but nothing in great length such as writing out entire invitations! I do believe I will need a lightbox to better assist me in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok I am rambling on. I hope all my fellow Etsians have a good day in the market and hope you bloggers stay out of trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-5817449629993526817?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5817449629993526817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=5817449629993526817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/5817449629993526817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/5817449629993526817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-sold.html' title='It SOLD!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R53KoW6fehI/AAAAAAAAACI/V8a-QybgtZI/s72-c/whichway8ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-3340215629641761920</id><published>2008-01-18T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:00.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning a hole in my pocket!</title><content type='html'>So today was pay day and already I've purchased so many things for pleasure and business! I was on &lt;a href="http://newegg.com/"&gt;newegg.com&lt;/a&gt; today and purchased a 7.2MP Nikon Coolpix digital camera, 2 corsets from &lt;a href="http://www.cherrypiepunk.etsy.com/"&gt;www.cherrypiepunk.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;, 6 new canvases from a new art supply shop(6 canvases of varying bigger sizes for only 33 bucks!) paid some bills and played the lotto. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the corsets from cherrypie b/c she does awesome work and they are mainly for after the breast reduction. Here they are &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=7141423"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=7141423"&gt;ransaction_id=7141423&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=7141424"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=7141424&lt;/a&gt;. Oh yeah, lol, I want to get a reduction b/c the twins have outstayed their welcome! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go to office depot and buy a new photo printer in the hopes of being able to print out my work from home. Instead of getting disappointed and being charged out the butt from other printing companies. I have to tell myself, if I don't like it,(the photoprinter/digicam) just to return it instead of keeping it and being out of the money. I'm an impulsive buyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and my fortune cookie said investing in a small business would be good for me! Isn't that awesome?! It was just more amusing b/c before me and the b/f went out to lunch I was talking to him about needing to "pimp" myself out more with my art, so I can make real money and save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my first true commissioned painting for a co-worker and she loves it! Here's the end result.......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R5Eu34AE4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjqGwvdCP8c/s1600-h/DCFC0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R5Eu34AE4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjqGwvdCP8c/s320/DCFC0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156954585776316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think bloggers? You can't really see it all that well... but I put droplets from the hot glue gun to mimic dew on some petals. I'm really proud of this piece and I know it can only get better. Well I need to try and force myself to get a least an hour of sleep before work. Have a lovely weekend my bloggers! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-3340215629641761920?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3340215629641761920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=3340215629641761920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3340215629641761920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/3340215629641761920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/burning-hole-in-my-pocket.html' title='Burning a hole in my pocket!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R5Eu34AE4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjqGwvdCP8c/s72-c/DCFC0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-2278129013469645363</id><published>2008-01-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:00.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on New Years...</title><content type='html'>So I brought the new year in by being at work on my computer. I suppose that would mean I am setting the pace for this year. I just woke up a couple of hours ago from my nap and decided to paint on a project I have put off to the side. Now I have to put it off for a little longer b/c I am having trouble mixing the exact same blue background I had. I just went outside and took some pics and it was extremely bright outside.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3qtiYAE4UI/AAAAAAAAABk/b2WPnIFbKz4/s1600-h/DCFC0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3qtiYAE4UI/AAAAAAAAABk/b2WPnIFbKz4/s320/DCFC0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150619929921511746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus I didn't have the sun to my back, I had it to my side, which really killed the quality. I suppose I will go work on an ACEO instead and list that tonight. Thankfully, I don't have to work tonight so I can do a bit of catching up on some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm just rambling. LoL I am going to go. Happy New Years, Bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-2278129013469645363?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2278129013469645363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=2278129013469645363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/2278129013469645363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/2278129013469645363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-on-new-years.html' title='Working on New Years...'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3qtiYAE4UI/AAAAAAAAABk/b2WPnIFbKz4/s72-c/DCFC0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6178294456257046503</id><published>2007-12-28T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:01.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a few days....</title><content type='html'>Since I last posted. Christmas has come and gone. Thank goodness! My Christmas morning was spent with my family and my afternoon was spent with the boyfriend at the movies. We went to see I Am Legend with Will Smith and AVPR. I Am Legend was a good movie I would buy it on dvd. AVPR....well, that was a waste of my time.  I wanted to fall asleep on several scenes of the movie. I tried blaming it on the fact I woke up super early, but no, the movie was boring. It seemed like they just threw the movie together and hoped for the best.  It seems like a lot of movies are made that way now. Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday night I went out with the girls to Club Paradise and I had tons of fun! It was like being eighteen again. Aww...how I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pug has finally learned how to raise his leg to go potty and I'm super proud of him, I never thought he'd learn how to. Plus, Pugsley met his first puppy on Christmas day and he was so well behaved. He didn't even snap back at my sisters dog when he bit his lip. I think he was more stunned at how small the puppy was to even react. Oh, heh, I could post pics huh. :op::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3UtiIAE4SI/AAAAAAAAABU/97fTnniAjX0/s1600-h/DCFC0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3UtiIAE4SI/AAAAAAAAABU/97fTnniAjX0/s200/DCFC0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149071813254635810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3UtwoAE4TI/AAAAAAAAABc/y1FkEHb0kV8/s1600-h/DCFC0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3UtwoAE4TI/AAAAAAAAABc/y1FkEHb0kV8/s320/DCFC0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149072062362738994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That^ is of Pugs scoping out Terry, my sisters new pup. That^ is of Pugs being a big boy now. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I think the puppy my sister has is a Pekingese, don't quote me on that though! Yeah I never did get a  full facial pic of the pup. :o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I need to go shove off and be productive. I think some painting might be in order. I might paint outside today. Have a lovely day bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3wSl4AE4VI/AAAAAAAAABs/saJckMk7SQU/s1600-h/terryone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3wSl4AE4VI/AAAAAAAAABs/saJckMk7SQU/s320/terryone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151012515702169938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6178294456257046503?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6178294456257046503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6178294456257046503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6178294456257046503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6178294456257046503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-few-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a few days....'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R3UtiIAE4SI/AAAAAAAAABU/97fTnniAjX0/s72-c/DCFC0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-7220554823191194547</id><published>2007-12-22T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:15:56.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we stay?</title><content type='html'>I'm curious to know why women stay in a relationship when it's obvious the male is not going to amount to anything? I mean like he has no drive, ambition, lacks compromise, and lack of liability. Maybe lack of liability isn't the best way to describe someone who doesn't want to take blame for their actions, but I can't think of a better word right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could say it's love, but is it really? In my personal opinion, to put it bluntly, it is fear that keeps us there. Fear of being alone and having to start over again. Fear of not knowing how the ending of the relationship will go over with the partner. Just fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a woman reading this blog, please feel free to leave a comment on your thoughts about this. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-7220554823191194547?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7220554823191194547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=7220554823191194547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7220554823191194547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/7220554823191194547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-do-we-stay.html' title='Why do we stay?'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6912385511446202718</id><published>2007-12-20T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:01:05.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get your license from a Cracker Jacks box?!</title><content type='html'>So I was in an almost fatal car accident b/c a dumbass decides "oh shoot I need to turn here instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the right lane, driving home and I see this truck with a tractor trailer behind it and he nearly runs one person off the road b/c he just needed to be in the left lane. Ok, so he puts out his arm that he needs to be in the left lane. No biggie, I'm in the right lane. When I come up to pass it he freaking pulls out in front of me and doesn't even freaking stop! I end up in the ditch! If I hadn't been steering the car away from the front of his truck, it would have been a dead on impact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I pissed off? Not only b/c the effer ran me off the road and I landed in a ditch, but the mere fact after it happened the motherf***er didn't even stop to say sorry are you ok or nothing! No one did and I know more people saw the whole freakin' accident. That is what is boiling my blood right now! I fu**ing hate Tallahassee drivers with a passion! Grrrr...... I need to go calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6912385511446202718?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6912385511446202718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6912385511446202718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6912385511446202718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6912385511446202718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-you-get-your-license-from-cracker.html' title='Did you get your license from a Cracker Jacks box?!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-1280156797839466288</id><published>2007-12-20T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:01.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday and I have so much to do!</title><content type='html'>So it's Thursday and I have so much crap I need to do but now it looks like the most important are going to have to wait until tomorrow, again! I need to go do a drug test, look for last minute x-mas gifts, paint a portrait of my parents, go to my storage unit, pack and clean and a crap load of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing a deep clean of my guestroom yesterday and in doing so I found letters and pictures I had drawn when I was like 11 thru my teens. I will most likely come back later and add some of those pictures. I'm impressed with how far I've come in some aspects of my talent. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need to get in the shower and wash this funk off me. Heh. OoOOoooh....last night I purchased my Octavious from &lt;a href="http://www.tealtown.etsy.com/"&gt;www.tealtown.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; , and here is what it looks like &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=6905580"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=6905580 &lt;/a&gt;, nice ain't it? I dunno I kinda have a weird thing for Octopuses.  I will probably order it again in green. I love the color green now all of a sudden. I use to hate it for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to jump in that shower and I hope all you bloggers have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did anyone see Nip Tuck tuesday night? I am upset that it won't be back until January 15th! *pouts* Ok, ok, now I'm really gone. :op::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21TtIAE4QI/AAAAAAAAABE/7L8eRKzHay8/s1600-h/k94drawing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21TtIAE4QI/AAAAAAAAABE/7L8eRKzHay8/s200/k94drawing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146861983861367042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21UR4AE4RI/AAAAAAAAABM/AYkpj6q_VvQ/s1600-h/kdrawing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21UR4AE4RI/AAAAAAAAABM/AYkpj6q_VvQ/s200/kdrawing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146862615221559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21TVIAE4PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FkrArXXrqfk/s1600-h/k94drawing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21TVIAE4PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FkrArXXrqfk/s200/k94drawing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146861571544506610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-1280156797839466288?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1280156797839466288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=1280156797839466288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/1280156797839466288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/1280156797839466288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-thursday-and-i-have-so-much-to-do.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday and I have so much to do!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R21TtIAE4QI/AAAAAAAAABE/7L8eRKzHay8/s72-c/k94drawing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6415191484169549350</id><published>2007-12-18T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:01:41.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it!!</title><content type='html'>I went for an interview this morning that lasted all but 10 minutes. Normally that is a bad sign when you go by the rules of the interviewing process. Basically the little meet and greet was just that, a meet an greet to welcome me back on board. My base pay is nice and the hours aren't as bad as I thought. Yeah, it kinda sucks I won't be able to fulfill my Nip Tuck addiction, but I can always buy it on DVD! Or...finally get TiVo or a DVR player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy I can be looking forward to a regular work paycheck that gives me more money to fund my artistic hobby. *dances*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6415191484169549350?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6415191484169549350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6415191484169549350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6415191484169549350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6415191484169549350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-6587183654693808598</id><published>2007-12-17T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:06:02.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a random mood...</title><content type='html'>So...a few days ago I decided to do this crazy thing and put flowers all over my hair. At the bottom of my blog is a sample of it. I got the flowers courtesy of paperzombieink on Etsy.com. Her shop link is on the bottom of my blog under "Cool Shops." (note: the tissue holder in the shot is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.theseawithin.etsy.com"&gt;http://www.theseawithin.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2aXl4AE4LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7uytwezILc/s1600-h/Picture+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2aXl4AE4LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7uytwezILc/s200/Picture+446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144966301261029554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. That day I felt an extra bit of goodness b/c I had accomplished so much. My A.D.D. won't allow me to remember exactly what I had done that day but I know it was greatness! :op::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day and I still have no idea what to wear for my interview tomorrow morning. I just wonder what kind of questions I'll be asked and will I be able to muster up enough fake enthusiasm. In case you haven't noticed I hate the interviewing process. Ok, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hate"&lt;/span&gt; is a strong word but I truly dislike the interviewing process. Is that better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job I will be interviewing for is a position with my former employer of two years ago. I would hope I would not have to go back to such a fruitless job, but at least it paid the bills and I had health insurance. At least I won't be jerked around for 20 months being told I would be hired permanently only to be fired and told my position expired and would not be renewed. Yeah, I'm not even going to open up those can of worms so I'm going to zip it! It's just sad that Tallahassee's job market sucks so bad, even before the economy was going to crap over this meaningless war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow my fellow bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-6587183654693808598?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6587183654693808598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=6587183654693808598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6587183654693808598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/6587183654693808598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-random-mood.html' title='In a random mood...'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2aXl4AE4LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R7uytwezILc/s72-c/Picture+446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261066043260492948.post-8821696282936262349</id><published>2007-12-17T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:12:49.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>So I finally did it. I made a blog. Now what? LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my random thought for the night. Why is it that tonight's Nip/Tuck episode looked so predictable to me?  I know the show came on Tuesday night, but due to have being up 24hrs at a time, sleep finally caught up with me.  Although... through my fight with slumber, I did catch snippets of the show on Tuesday.  Besides all of that, just the action of the characters tonight were somewhat predictable. Like Julia falling for Christian again b/c her lover, Olivia, punked out when they were briefly taken hostage. I could already tell Julia was growing wary of the whole lesbian thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, um I should probably talk about myself huh? Just a lil' bit...? Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name is Karen and I'm an artist. My vices are those sharp pencils and fast drying acrylic paints! I have a shop on Etsy.com and RedBubble.com you can view both by clicking these nice little links I've added for you. :o)  &lt;a href="http://www.DelorisKaren.etsy.com"&gt;http://www.DelorisKaren.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/DelorisKaren" title="View my art"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redbubble.com/bubblewrap/logos/rb_logo.gif" alt="Buy my art" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check them out and I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the blog thing...well you should come back to see how random I am or see what gripes I might have about this or that. You know you love me already, don't lie! :o) Night, night my fellow insomniacs&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5261066043260492948-8821696282936262349?l=dksrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8821696282936262349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5261066043260492948&amp;postID=8821696282936262349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/8821696282936262349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261066043260492948/posts/default/8821696282936262349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dksrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>Deloris Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09491493629610629714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IHgMmy2xbI0/R2alj4AE4OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a4S1ITxmsXQ/S220/Picture+301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
