<?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-2693687843854743556</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:24.811-08:00</updated><category term='LIFE'/><category term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>LIFE WITH SHIRLEY</title><subtitle type='html'>blogging,life,doubt,depression.happiness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693687843854743556.post-4364298349536639070</id><published>2009-10-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:54:39.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here i am it's 10:30pm sitting here alone everyone&amp;nbsp; is sleeping or in bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am trying&amp;nbsp; to figure out how to make my blog interesting so people will visit. What do people want to read about in a blog.I thought blogging was just people just talking about situations or complaining about life problems. But i am learning there is so much more to it than that,some people blog about their life or some want to make money.I am the latter i saw the reports about making money from google,so&amp;nbsp; easy if you can type u can make money.I found out its alot harder to do this because you can't make people come to your site and click on the Ads.So even if i get people to come to my site i cant make them click on the ads.But I'm not giving up yet noway takes awhile to get it going so we will see. will talk at you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yours truely shirley&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-4364298349536639070?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/4364298349536639070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/4364298349536639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/4364298349536639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-blog-about.html' title='WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT????'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693687843854743556.post-7845125064590495364</id><published>2009-10-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:57:08.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I LOVE FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MY FAVORITE TEAM IS&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; DA BEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WE Are 3-2 week six cutler is doing good but the receivers are not catching balls that are catchable,there is pass protection only part of the time,and the defense is not getting the job done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We seem to have the good bears and the bad news bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But its only week six so i still have faith GO BEARSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-7845125064590495364?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/7845125064590495364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/footballllllll.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/7845125064590495364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/7845125064590495364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/footballllllll.html' title='FOOTBALLLLLLLL'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693687843854743556.post-8480378742522863063</id><published>2009-10-20T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:00:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2009102012544696" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-8480378742522863063?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/8480378742522863063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/8480378742522863063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/8480378742522863063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-969172787968614198</id><published>2009-10-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:22:32.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>marriage cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here i am recently married,which so many people where against.Many of them giving us 2 years only,but we knew we just clicked together in everyhing we did.No it wasnt exactly a great marriage and 4 months into the marriage&amp;nbsp; pregnant again. Bryan had to work crappy jobs like washing dogs for shit pay.We lived at my dads house with my sister and her hubby and 3 kids,we did that for bout a year then got our own place.Bryan and i had some big fights,usually with me throwing things at him,bad habit i got out of eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was a bad wife back then i didnt do alot for him like i should of,and when we had fights we always hit very low blows to really hurt the other.He would tell me he was inlove with someone else,i was very insecure back then so i would fall for it and get hurt alot. I guess i never felt loved enough or wanted,i would put him down for verything he did instead of making eachother feel good we went out of our way to bring each other down.He always wanted me working he didnt feel it was fair for him to be just working.Well i would get a job but always ran into babysitting probs.So i would end up quitting my job but a few months later he would start in about me having a job.We went like this for years and years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In and out of apartments and living with relatives,but all this time seemed like our families treated us like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I would babysit for them whenever they wanted me to,but if we needed a sitter noone could do it,so in away it was us against the world or families.As im typing this im thikin wow why did we stay married,but truth is when we where close we where so clse we where attached,we loved eachother way too much.Is that possable yeah i think it was we where so afaraid of how bad we could hurt eachother we where trying to do the hurting first.Well it took me 5 years to lose the babyfat from having two girls so close in age,i looked hot smokin body so 1 night in october we went to a b-day paty for my twin sister and brother mike and pat,the people who where having the party had a little blonde hair blue eyed baby boy,bryan was in baby mode after that we had shannon who was a blonde hair blue eyed girl so he wanted a son said thats what our son would look like.But i was not wanting another baby i finally looked good after so many years of being fat,plus didnt want to have another girl after having 2, but end of january he wore me down i said fine we could try in feb but if it didnt happen bye the end of feb we where gonna give it up.the beggining of feb i had my period so he only had 3 weeks to get the job done i was thinking it wasnt gonna happen.Yeah i ws wrong my boobs started hurting right away i swear he got my pregnant the first day we tried.Went to the docs and yepp i was pregnant due in nov,actually on his moms birthday,wow did i get huge with this 1.On november 13 i gave birth to a 9lb 1 1/2 ounce baby boy brown hair and blue eyes taking after me.Well he got his son so i was done no more babies we named him bryan but not a junior we gave him my dads first name as his middle name,and we called him bj for short.No the nic didnot follow him into high school,we made sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But the good thing happened while i was pregnant with him bryan got a union job that payed good and had real good benefits,so life was looking better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After living in crappy neighborhoods we now could afford to move to the burbs better schools and safer neighborhoods.Over these years i didnt see alot of time with my brother mike&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;but my sister got us together at the holidays at least christmas eve every year we took turns.But my relationship with michael was cordial,more like a distant relative&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;my relationship with bryan was still alot of ups and downs and some big fights always leading to talk of divorce,but never following through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-969172787968614198?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/969172787968614198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/marriage-cont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/969172787968614198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/969172787968614198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/marriage-cont.html' title='marriage cont.'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-90273669550788548</id><published>2009-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: blue;"&gt;Here i am just terned 19 and have a newborn in tow,her dad and i talk on the phone but he is in the marines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: blue;"&gt;We talk about me moving to california where he is stationed at.But one night i was sitting at home and got a phone call from a old friend bruce,he wanted to get the old gang back together and have a party so i suggested we have it at my dads.The day before the arty he called me to ask if he could bring his older brother beyan,i said sure,even tho i never got introduced to him,i knew who he was i had a crush on him when i was younger i saw him once when i was younger,thought he was so cute with his long blonde hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: blue;"&gt;So here we are the night of the party and in walks bryan and bruce,but bryan had short hair he had just got out of the army not too long ago.The party sucked not alot of pl showed up,but bryan stayed all night long talking to me while i took care of angela.So i invited him to her christening party on sunday feb11th.From that day on we spent alot of time together and talking on the phone,he asked me when&amp;nbsp;my birthday was and i told him dec26th,he said wow mine is dec 25th i didnt believe him so he pulled out his drivers license to prove it.I was talking to jeff less and less and more to bryan.So now i was so confused should i go to california to be with jeff or should i be with bryan,the more i thought about it i was more concerned about hurting bryan not jeff an my sister pointed it out to me.I realized i was in love with bryan.So i broke it off with jeff,and on march 18 i married bryan,yes the next month.In july i got pregnant and in march i gave birth to another girl shannon and bryan adopted angela,with jeffs consent.My brother mike was so mad at me for getting married,as usual he was trying to be my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Marriage'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-5475576445058103377</id><published>2009-10-12T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>teen yrs cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so here i was a only child now because my older sister and brother's had moved out and the younger step brother and sister where living with their mom.&lt;br /&gt;I had no probably fitting the role being my dads youngest child i started to get whatever i asked for,boy was my brothers mad.If i got grounded i would just not talk to dad and  he would eventually give in and let me go out.I got to buy anything i wanted had designer jeans at 40.00 back in 1980.Then one day my oldest brother came for dinner and never left.So life got alot harder,like the night i was late from going out.I came in and my dad told me that tomorrow i had to pack my bags and move out,so i said fine young and stupid i was.But my brother james was saying no she needs to leave tonight,so i did this was then end of october 1981 i was to turn 18 on dec. 26th.So went to a friends house to stay with him and 2 days later found out my dad called me in as a runaway.But i stayed hidden for a couple weeks but was running out of options of where to stay.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to my marykay to ask her if i could stay with her and she let me worked out with my dad also.&lt;br /&gt;bye this time eddie was in a detention center, so was just me and diane we had great times living there and thats where i met jeff.The first time i met him i didnt like him at all,he was way too goofy for me.He eventually wore me down and we started going out and then started having sex&lt;br /&gt;and bingo i got pregnant.My dad's health was getting bad he was a diabetic and had liver failure was on dialysis.Many a nights we went rushing up to the hospital thinking he was going to die,this went on for months,meanwhile what to do with being pregnant jeff gave me money to have a abortion,i agreed to it scared an being temp homeless again marykay moved and i wasnt invited.So made the appointment for the abortion went there was brought in room and examined then was told i was too far along for the first stage abortion i would have to come back .Right then and there i decided not to have an abortion.My sister had moved into my dads house to help take care of him,so i went to her for help and she talked with my brother and in exchange for claiming me and my baby on his income tax return he would support me til the baby came.i graduated from highschool in june of 1982 and my dad passed away 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;never got to tell him about me being pregnant.Then 1 weel before my 19th birthday i gave birth at 101am to a baby girl i named angela mae.jeff had joined the marines and was in california,he accepted the fact i was having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-5475576445058103377?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/5475576445058103377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-yrs-cont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/5475576445058103377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/5475576445058103377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-yrs-cont.html' title='teen yrs cont.'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693687843854743556.post-6438818153827929285</id><published>2009-10-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>Teenage years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So my teenage years,my sister got pregnant we where told,she was going to have the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So now im gonna be a aunt very excited i was.so in july of 1976 she has a baby boy who we called davey baby.My dad was so happy after he got over his shock and dissappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was the envy of all my friends,i loved babysitting him and me and cindy would take him to the park a lot.well then months later she met a man named danny and after a short romance they decided to get married.Davids dad was not in his life he opted not to be a dad.So now i have a brother-in-law,really didnt like him from the start he seemed kida sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my two older brothers had moved out of the house which was a very strict household to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;marykay and dad where both working full time so us kids had to clean the house everyday and on the weekends we did the big cleaning like dusting and cleaning the floors on our hands and knees ,and waxing the hardwood floors also on our hand and knees,our floors where so clean you could eat off them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so now it was just us 3 younger kids me and diane sharing a room and eddie having his own room.Diane and i faught like cats and dogs,and when we where fighting we had a habit of throwing out eachothers belongings out the widow.But diane had a bad habit of getting into fights with girls and running to me for defense,usually bout a boy she liked but he had a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As we got older our parents would leave us alone to watch eddie,on one of these occasions they where going out of town,so like amy teenagers diane and i decided to have a party for the night they left. All week we where so excited invited everyone we could think of we where all set up and ready to party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally the big day was here seemed like it took forever  for the parents to leave,but finally they left and an half hour later party was starting we had about 25 kids there all having a great time,then we heard the parents pull back into the drieway omg what now so we sent everyone out of the house and back behind the garage.Our parents came in just as the last person was going out the backdoor,they where in the middle of fighting so they went into their room. so glad they didnt notice the mess which we cleaned up real fast then went out to send the kids home our great party was cut short,but we got away with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But we where not so lucky weeks later when we started sneaking out the upstairs window scaling the roof to the backporch then  down the ladder to the ground. after a couple times gettin away with it, on our return bk home early in the morning  almost daylight we walked into our backdoor to see our dad standing there with the light clicking on as we went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow where where grounded for months and got our butts beat with the belt of course,but pigheaded diane decided to try it again,and yes she got caught i was smart learned my lession the first time never to try it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we where still intrusted to babysit eddie,who's favorite passtime was telling on us,like the time diane and i was smoking behind the pool,but the worst thing he did was 1 night we where babysitting for him while our parents went out but he dissapeared on us, we looked everywhere for him couldnt find him  so we gave up and went home then went off to sleep,we where got woke up bye getting slapped in the head bye marykay because we left our poor brother home alone and he got scared and went to sleep.So we got in trouble because of eddie as usual and remember he is only 2yrs younger than diane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It seemed not to long after our failed party attempt we where told we where going on vacation to shafferlake the place we took alot of vacations to.It was there we where told our parents where getting a divorce i was to stay with my dad and eddie and diane was to go with marykay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-6438818153827929285?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/6438818153827929285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/teenage-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/6438818153827929285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/6438818153827929285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/teenage-years.html' title='Teenage years'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-4647926173581289101</id><published>2009-10-06T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A little over a year later my dad introduced us to marykay who had 2 kids of her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;younger than me,a girl and a boy we where at a picnic,i got along with the girl but the boy was a wild thing. well seems like not too long after that they got married and moved into our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so now i had another sister and a brother,boh younger than me lost my status as the baby in the house. shortly after this happened marykay called me and told me i had to call her mommy or i would get a spanking.So from that day forward i called her mommy.So there was six kids in the house now got very crowded,3boys in 1 bedroom 3 girls in the other bedroom.I had 2 older brothers and 1 older sister.then 3 years later the younger brother eddie was playing with matches in the upstairs closet and started a fire so we lost everthing in the house had to move in with my aunt and uncle and 2 twin cousins.my first real big problem with markaythat i can remember was while we stayed there.i had borrowed my cousin barrets for my hair and while at school i lost 1,well when i got home i had hell to pay,marykay was furious she started slapping me in the face so hard she gave me a bloody nose.i think thats when i started hating her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me and the younge sister diane always  got treated the same as far as clothes, gifts, privleges even tho i was 2 years older. and i can remember we where gong somewhere and was told to get in the carwell eddie and diane was playing with the gadgets in the car like the lights etc,and killed the battery but when it was found out marykay grounded all of us she said well its for doing things ive probably done before.so whatever they did wrong i got in trouble too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was never pictures on our walls of my mother while i grew up,its like she was forgotton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i had my best friend living across the street her name was mitzi. most of the time my older sister pat would babysit us and my older brothers jimmy and michael had to work when they where old enough,had to pay room and board.Marykay would compliment her own daughter diane and most times put me down.5th grade i met the new kid on the block her name was cindy her and i became real close we went to the same school while mitzi went to catholic school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so cindy and i became best friends and the made mitzi mad not because she lost me as a best friend but she wanted to be cindy's best fiend so we had my of fights over that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then mitzi announced she was moving to another town in a nicer house with a wtbar even we where wow thats kool,only to find out its a bar with a sink,we laughed bout that for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-4647926173581289101?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/4647926173581289101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/4647926173581289101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/4647926173581289101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/10/continued.html' title='continued'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-7329815939518415170</id><published>2009-09-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>CRAZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Crazy is the topic today, my husband drives me cray my kids drive me crazy, and not in a good way. where should i start, i got married at 19 already had a 3 month old baby. met husband 3 weeks before we got married yes ive been married 26 yrs.Over the years its been real bad and real good at times. He's but me through hell and back,but first my life before him was not so good. At 4yrs old well almost 5 i was home alone with my mother ad she wasnt feeling good so she called me into her room,told me she loved me and to go back and sit down and watch tv and be a good girl. I can remember it so clear the upstairs door opens up against my parents door and when i left the room i opened it well some time later i heard the door slam shut and ran into my moms room but she was on the floor face down,i thought she was sleeping so i sat on her back and was saying mommy wake up wake up but she wouldnt, next thing i remember there was neighbors and family there and a ambulance they where bringing out my mom on the stretcher and there was blood in the oxygen mask on her face,then she was gone and i never saw her alive again but years later i found out she died of a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-7329815939518415170?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/7329815939518415170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/7329815939518415170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/7329815939518415170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy.html' title='CRAZY'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-8330688946541065536</id><published>2009-09-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here i am havnt made any money yet but i guess i have to blog for ppl to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was at my sisters last week taking care of my brother,who had a minor stroke. he is ok now thank god it almost been a year since i lost my other brother to liver cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so im blogging now waiting for the bears game to start,huge bears fan here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes i wonder where my life has gone to im going to be 46 on dec26th i have 3 grown kids  and 3 grandkids.there was so much i wanted to do with my life but it didnt happen. so now what wait to get old and then die? well hope to get back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-8330688946541065536?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/8330688946541065536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/8330688946541065536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/8330688946541065536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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-2693687843854743556.post-1842878233477116675</id><published>2009-09-18T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:30:42.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>NEW BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>This my first blog, decided to see if i can make money sitting on my butt all day long cuz ive been sitting here for free and hubby wants me to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;so help me tell everyone i need money lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693687843854743556-1842878233477116675?l=shirleyscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/feeds/1842878233477116675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/1842878233477116675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693687843854743556/posts/default/1842878233477116675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleyscorners.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blogger.html' title='NEW BLOGGER'/><author><name>shirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213722131776106252</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>
