<?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-9111471616381204686</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:33:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-up's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111471616381204686.post-8811643229013050483</id><published>2011-07-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:31:03.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stuff"</title><content type='html'>When you have to deal with a break up of any time period there's always the "stuff" issue! Get yours back and give him his. What off he doesn't want to pick up his stuff and the way to deal with it is though a 3rd party  ... Not only is this person his family .. Get ready it's his mother! Yep you heard that right mother! Im left to clean the mess of Hirt feelings phone bilks and explanations to friends now I have to pack his stuff up and bring it to his mother! No he's not I'll and he's not injured .. He just does not want to deal with it and guess what neither do I! I am cause were adults and it needs to be delt with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111471616381204686-8811643229013050483?l=winds-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8811643229013050483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/8811643229013050483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/8811643229013050483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuff.html' title='&quot;Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111471616381204686.post-4937022372895274452</id><published>2011-07-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:15:28.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News.... Sometimes it's good other times</title><content type='html'>I left a boyfriend for his insane mood swings and other odd behavior, now I find out he's getting married! Married! Now I'm insanely happy for him cause he deserves that much but really this crazy man is getting married! I'm thinking about all this going why him... My life was supposed to marriage and 1st little one on his or her way as you can tell by this blog not so much! You know that wouldn't even bothering me but when I have a guy tell me he likes me but I don't hear from him for about a week it makes life a little more difficult! Good night world. It's gotta be easier in my dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111471616381204686-4937022372895274452?l=winds-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4937022372895274452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/news-sometimes-its-good-other-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/4937022372895274452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/4937022372895274452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/news-sometimes-its-good-other-times.html' title='News.... Sometimes it&apos;s good other times'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111471616381204686.post-4425060066238872394</id><published>2011-07-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:25:28.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>I went to see the fireworks and &amp;nbsp;I couldn't help but think back to all those romantic movies we grew up with watching. You know you grab the blanket sit in&amp;nbsp;each others&amp;nbsp;arms and cuddle maybe share a couple kisses and&amp;nbsp;secret&amp;nbsp;looks. However life&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;like that. I was with a couple of my friends who is a couple and thank&amp;nbsp;goodness&amp;nbsp;thier not the sicking type of couple you can't stand to be around, they made it fun we talked shared some&amp;nbsp;laughs&amp;nbsp;and a few beers. It was when I had to come home to the meal for one the tv and a laptop that I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;I know that I will get though this but when does it end. When does the&amp;nbsp;fresh&amp;nbsp;break up feeling go away.When does the&amp;nbsp;overwhelming&amp;nbsp;feeling&amp;nbsp;of being alone end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111471616381204686-4425060066238872394?l=winds-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4425060066238872394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/4425060066238872394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/4425060066238872394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111471616381204686.post-765226222106992571</id><published>2011-07-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:15:01.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meals for one...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on my couch with my laptop and a&amp;nbsp;sensible&amp;nbsp;dinner of pizza rolls and ice cream wondering to myself how my love life has come to quick meals for one. I love to cook and &amp;nbsp;make wonderful romantic meals that you can look over at the other person with a glass of wine and just know... well not really know but feel like you know at the moment that your life is complete. However now I look over at the tv of which ever show is on and know&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;where my love&amp;nbsp;affair&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;lies. To think this all started with a text and ended with a phone call ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111471616381204686-765226222106992571?l=winds-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/765226222106992571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/meals-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/765226222106992571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/765226222106992571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/meals-for-one.html' title='Meals for one...'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111471616381204686.post-5710532643018347251</id><published>2011-07-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:28:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening act</title><content type='html'>I'm 28 years old and up&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;a few days ago I never had been broken up with. Yes, I had been in many&amp;nbsp;relationship's&amp;nbsp;up till this point but I always realized when it was time to get out. I was always sure of my choice. Never once looked back and always said im doing this for the right reasons! &amp;nbsp;I'm final to the point in my life where i;m sick of being the girl&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;the awesome friend or the great girlfriend but just not the forever type. Well now I have put my foot down and said enough is enough.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;not the best&amp;nbsp;writer&amp;nbsp;but from today on I will write about nights alone or dates or the guys that think the have all the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111471616381204686-5710532643018347251?l=winds-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5710532643018347251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/opening-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/5710532643018347251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111471616381204686/posts/default/5710532643018347251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winds-up.blogspot.com/2011/07/opening-act.html' title='Opening act'/><author><name>winds up single</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586828597229388683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
