<?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-2044691546239211798</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:33:37.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His &amp; Her Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1379960722658811173</id><published>2010-02-17T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:53:51.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So far the new year is off to a bad start. I kind of believe in that superstitious proverb claiming that bad things come in threes. It started last week when Brad and I had a huge fight in his truck before dropping me off. We broke up for all of 12 hours but it still made me feel worse than I have ever felt in a long time. The next day when I woke up I had a text asking me to please call him when I can. First he apologized then said he had some bad news; His puppy passed away last night. He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; favourite floppy-eared dog, Ruckus. Two days after he lost Ruckus, Brad calls me at work with more bad news that his cousin who had been sick for many years passed away with no real notice. The funeral is this Saturday so I'm trying to book work off so I can go with him. I feel like we're back to when we first started dating, I lost two uncles that year and Brad lost an uncle and aunt. Looking back on that I know we've made it through so much together. The harder life pushes you through things as a couple, the stronger you are in the end. So I know we're prepared if the new year throws some interesting twists our way, good or bad. I think the three things have come and passed now because our friends had their son last night! I can't wait to meet him!! I hope good things come in threes too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1379960722658811173?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1379960722658811173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1379960722658811173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1379960722658811173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1109835759553245669</id><published>2009-12-27T23:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:47:00.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/142trmq.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's been awhile. Brad and I are great. He just finished up the first course in real estate and signed up for the second today. I'm still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in town, making decent tips and planning on school this year. It was such a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I had a work party Monday that I invited Brad to. Now he knows all my friends there, and has gotten drunk with them. It was a really good night! We both spent Christmas Eve separately with our families then Brad and I had a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dinner at my house and headed to his house afterwards to open presents. I bought him an amazing smelling clogne and his favourite chocolates. I probably ate more of them than he did. He spoiled me this year by getting me a gorgeous black Guess jacket (since he bloodied up my last black coat Halloween night) and a couple other gifts that were really sweet. No plans for New Years yet, but lots of options! Hopefully this year will be even better than the last, talk to you soon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1109835759553245669?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1109835759553245669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1109835759553245669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1109835759553245669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/142trmq_th.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1858571311225157706</id><published>2009-11-07T00:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:42:41.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We spent three hours in the hospital Halloween night just like we did a year ago, same room and everything. Except this year we got to see a show across the hall... A coked out man on suicide watch screaming at the nurses to have him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unrestrained. But let's back up a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Our bad luck started Friday night when it only took us an hour to get to St. Kitt's, an impressive record, and then another two hours driving around lost looking for a hotel. We ended up at the same expensive one as last year on the main strip. When we finally checked in at eleven, everybody was going clubbing just down the street in their costumes, but we didn't get the memo and we're pretty much the only ones costume-less. We got separated later on and I managed to lose my cell phone. I ended up going home to a friend's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The next morning I made my way back to the hotel room to find blood all over our bathroom and blood-soaked towels - every single towel they gave us. I'm thinking - WTF!?!? I wake Brad up to find even more blood on his pillowcase. So he explained the night before that he got thrown out by the bouncers and that's why he went missing. He mistook a little guy in a bouncer's uniform as a Halloween costume, so they threw him out thinking he was wasted, and cut his head nicely on the curb. For some insane reason he didn't want to get staples like last year so he decided to skip the hospital, but I made him go later. He ended up getting five stitches this year and I held his hand the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We spent three hours there, met some nice people and some crazies, before we made it to our friend's big bash. Somehow though, it turned out to be a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Now? His parents left for Florida so Brad's man of the house. That's what I like to call him and I think it's so sexy watching him do everything! Empty house for a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1858571311225157706?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1858571311225157706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1858571311225157706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1858571311225157706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-4322867530746639673</id><published>2009-11-02T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:44:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/1fbifm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-4322867530746639673?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/4322867530746639673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4322867530746639673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4322867530746639673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/1fbifm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-3980429494531762794</id><published>2009-10-16T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:23:36.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much, I Have the Best Boyfriend Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I hadn't seen Brad in a few days because I've been working so much, and he's been helping his parents sort out a lot around the house before they leave for Florida this winter. We were supposed to have a movie date last night, but I picked up an extra shift hoping I would be off by 9 except then it got super busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; close to having a meltdown in kitchen. The cook was trying to talk me down from like full-on screaming. It was just so incredibly hectic, one of the worst shifts I've worked so far and totally unexpected since it was a Thursday night. I didn't even realize how upset I was until Brad walked in around 9 and I ran to go hug him. I thought I was going to burst into tears right then and there, but having him around made things better. It slowly started to die down, the girl I was working with who was driving me crazy left early, and I had a moment to clean the damn place. It ended up taking me an hour after closing to finish, and the cook had left, so Brad and I had a couple of drinks in the dark bar and just talked for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We're thinking of going to Florida this December, and Mont &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tremblant&lt;/span&gt; for snowboarding with my family this February! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It was so nice having the place to ourselves, and I thanked him over and over again for being the best boyfriend ever and helping me out with closing. We went back to my house afterwards to "watch a movie", but of course we didn't watch the movie and just fooled around instead. We fell asleep right after and slept until 7 this morning. Now he's gone, and I'm just getting ready for a day of tanning and shopping with my friend. Her birthday was a couple days ago, so I think we're going to go out later to celebrate it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hopefully I'll get to see Bradley again after work tomorrow night or Sunday... and maybe if Victoria's Secret is finally open I can buy a surprise for him today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-3980429494531762794?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/3980429494531762794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-much-i-have-best-boyfriend-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3980429494531762794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3980429494531762794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-much-i-have-best-boyfriend-ever.html' title='Pretty Much, I Have the Best Boyfriend Ever.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1436552642243383879</id><published>2009-10-07T02:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:45:55.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Booty Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Bradley called me yesterday afternoon to make plans for the night. We went out for dinner, smoked a joint and went to see Zombieland. It was funny but then I got scared and I wished he was there to sleep next to. So Brad was helping his parents out at home today and dropped by while he was in town picking something up. He scared the absolute crap out of me at my bedroom door!!! Then we did it from my kitchen back to my room, and he left an hour later :) I'm leaving for work now, same shift tomorrow, maybe another surprise afternoon visit? It was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/28kname.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1436552642243383879?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1436552642243383879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-zombieland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1436552642243383879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1436552642243383879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-zombieland.html' title='I Love Booty Calls'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/28kname_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-7854691234776964475</id><published>2009-10-04T22:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:37:16.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Last night Brad started ranting basically about what is posted below. He doesn't want to grow up or think about the future because it's depressing, and I'm like the polar opposite. He's not sure he's cool about his brother moving out or his friend getting engaged, and I'm totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psyched&lt;/span&gt;! He doesn't believe in marriage, and I do. I don't know if it's the priest and paper thing or the commitment thing he has a problem with. Either way, he doesn't think about me in his future, or the future period. It would be different if he lived day by day to the fullest, but I feel like we're both just biding time right now, so it's like he's not living for today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that I can't talk about our future together because it "freaks him out". I'm NOT one of those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; girls who thinks "together forever" but when I picture going to school, I picture him at my homecoming and visiting me on weekends. When I picture moving out, I wonder what it would be like to have him as my roommate. When I imagine getting married, as every girl does once in awhile, I definitely don't see a blank face as my fiance. Of course it's Brad, why wouldn't it be? I love him now, so I want him then. It doesn't mean things won't change down the road. People drift apart, make mistakes, fall out of love. All you can do is close your eyes and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; logical and refuses to think that far ahead because who knows what will change... Where's the fun in that? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reeeally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't want to think about all of this. He loves me. We're young. Go with the flow. I think I'm okay with that, but there's that little nagging voice that's like, what happens if in five years we're still together and he still doesn't want to grow up? Then I'm screwed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-7854691234776964475?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/7854691234776964475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7854691234776964475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7854691234776964475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-sucks.html' title='Seriously Sucks'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-8732292351074207027</id><published>2009-10-02T00:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:40:08.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Week Of No Work...Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So it has been made official, I quit my job and have had one of the most relaxing weeks in a long while. Since I didn't have anything to really do during the days, I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; over to Emily's house in the morning and crawling into bed with her while she is still asleep. We will usually sleep until about 1:30pm, wake up and take advantage of the empty house. It is too bad that this lifestyle couldn't be permanent because that would just be awesome, but eventually the money would run out and then what? I just think it is such bullshit that we get to the age of 5 and start school, and at the end of grade 12 it is one of two options: Go to college/university and get a further education to hopefully get a better job, or start working right away. I personally chose the first option, but then after three months realized how much I actually hated school, so I came home and worked. I went through a couple of jobs before I went to work with my buddy at a landscaping company, which is the job that I just quit. So here I am, feeling like I am staring at a blank wall, not sure what to do next. I want to be able to live my own life without some boss telling me what to do or having to worry about money. I want to be living in a nice house with nice things, able to travel anywhere and anytime I wanted. Guess what you need to do that? Money. Guess what you need to do to get money? Work. Seems unfair to me that we don't get to live our own lives until we retire at an age when we don't have the same energy we used to. Unless you win the lottery or have some setup ready for you that most people would never get, we are stuck in this rat race along with everyone else. I guess some people are happy with their jobs, but that is a small percentage. I am one of those people who would be happiest making lots of money while not working, and I don't think too many people in the world would disagree. So now, my plans for the future, I am going to get my real-estate license and work my ass off for the next little while. My parents have done well for themselves in this business and they are pretty much retired at a fairly young age. Thing is, they didn't start as young as I am about to, so I am hoping to make the money I want and be able to retire in time to live my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough ranting for tonight. I'm going to crawl into bed with Em whose sleeping over tonight and already asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-8732292351074207027?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/8732292351074207027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-week-of-no-worknow-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8732292351074207027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8732292351074207027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-week-of-no-worknow-what.html' title='Fun Week Of No Work...Now What?'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1644230796212555527</id><published>2009-09-24T10:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:57:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fighting Streak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So Brad and I fought for the first time in weeks, maybe months, yesterday. We've been sooo good together lately, it felt like the beginning of our relationship all over again. Then yesterday he was supposed to come over and spend the whole day in bed with me since it was finally an actual rainy day off work for both of us, and it's been awhile if you know what I mean... But he totally slept in and didn't come over until 5 so I didn't have the house to myself anymore. We have to be really sneaky in my house so I thought he would stay late so we would get the chance when everyone went to bed. UFC was clearly more important since he told me he had to leave by 9, so I switched into bitch mode going off about why he would even come over in the first place if we only had a couple hours and he was tired anyways... When I went downstairs, he just left without saying bye, which he's never done before so he was obviously pissed off. So I called him and started yelling, which got him even angrier and he told me to stop acting like a 10-year old, which I haaattte. Cleeearly I'm upset and those comments don't help. When he hung up on me because I was "repeating myself" I sent him the nastiest text, which I feel bad about now because he texted me back that it was "a bit much" and "you know I don't handle these situations well". He told me to call him later when we both calmed down, but I didn't. The thing is, he aaalways does this, he wastes an entire night being angry when we could have just figured it out without him leaving and still had a good night. So I was prepared to wait days but he ended up calling me at 11:30 to say sorry anyways. I told him that just because we see each other pretty often doesn't make the days that we hang out insignificant or unimportant. I told him I wasn't going to apologize because I feel like I always do and this time it was his fault. Maybe if I hadn't switched to bitch mode and asked nicer then Brad would have stayed later, but I don't feel like I should have to convince him because that just makes me feel like an idiot. I told him to be a man and deal with your women, don't just take off. I've told him countless times before that he's going to have to listen to me and talk until the problem is resolved. Like I said, by resolved I don't mean six hours later when we've wasted the night being mad at each other. Anyways, long story short, he gets it but I still don't think it's going to be any different next time. We can work on it as much as we can, but in the end I think we just handle confrontations verrry differently. But I love him and at least he called to apologize so he better make it up to me soon. Hello, I haven't gotten laid in a week AND A HALF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1644230796212555527?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1644230796212555527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-fighting-streak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1644230796212555527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1644230796212555527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-fighting-streak.html' title='No Fighting Streak'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5880486890652135542</id><published>2009-09-21T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:02:42.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I took today off because I'm still kind of sick and feeling super lazy. I got almost no sleep this weekend since it was Brad's birthday! It was such a rush getting him his present and inviting his friends over as a surprise, but I'm glad he liked it all. I fell asleep at 10 last night right before our show came on, and Brad practically had to carry me home... I feel bad though because I wish he had today off too. Tonight we're going out to The Keg to celebrate his birthday, just his mom, dad, brother and the girlfriends! Then tomorrow it's supposed to rain so hopefully we can drink tonight and sleep right in tomorrow being lazy together :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5880486890652135542?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5880486890652135542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5880486890652135542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5880486890652135542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-3021388329406190241</id><published>2009-09-20T19:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:53:04.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;About time we started writing on our page again, why not start on my 21st birthday? I celebrated last night with my family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and ended up giving a drunken speech over my birthday cake, which was funny but not necessary. Em and I just got back from 4-wheeling out to a little spot we discovered that we've been going to lately. It is a huge climbing tree in the middle of a dead forest, sounds creepy but it really isn't. We were joking about building a tree fort and living in it. Got a wicked awesome lighter for my birthday also, engraved with an eagle and Cullen on it. So now since I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; in my room, we should be updating this page more often. Lots of fun stories to tell from the summer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="209" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2l8j6mh.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="209" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/a1p9au.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="194" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/14buiz4.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="209" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/23m3rly.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-3021388329406190241?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/3021388329406190241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3021388329406190241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3021388329406190241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2l8j6mh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-8900948698792932913</id><published>2009-09-06T22:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:01:13.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ends Not Near, It's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What an amazing summer! I wish it wasn't over, but looking forward to changes this fall too. I LOVE this boy. We'll start updating again soon, but for now... Pictures are worth thousands of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="1177" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ih1e9c.jpg" width="1537" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ih1e9c.jpg"&gt;Large View &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-8900948698792932913?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/8900948698792932913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/ends-not-near-its-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8900948698792932913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8900948698792932913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/09/ends-not-near-its-here.html' title='The Ends Not Near, It&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/2ih1e9c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-4618544825083800424</id><published>2009-07-12T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:37:01.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;His &amp;amp; Her Point of View is going to be put on hiatus for a few weeks until Brad or I have some more free time to update. We're still really busy at work and enjoying our free time up North this summer. By the end of August we should have a lot of updates to make and photos to post! Looking forward to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-4618544825083800424?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/4618544825083800424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4618544825083800424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4618544825083800424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-142200547014177380</id><published>2009-06-15T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:36:33.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Friday night was ruined because Brad and I got into a fight. I stayed sober and he got drunk so when I thought all was good I took a cab from my house to meet him in town, but I guess he was still holding grudges because he wasn't too happy to see me. It sucked actually. Then I suddenly realized that this was probably how I always treated him when I was mad. I just wasn't used to getting it back. Now we're trying this thing where we're both nice to each other. I know it's really not such a weird concept. I can probably admit to starting about 95% of the fights we've had over the last two years, being a girl and all. I'm letting go of it all now because I love him and I don't want him to wake up one day and realize I'm mean. So as much of a write-off Friday night turned out to be, consider it lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Saturday was my hair appointment for the big dinner we were going to go on but we ended up going to Wonderland for the evening instead. It was our first time going on roller coasters together! We didn't make it on too many rides, but we have passes so we'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be going back sometime this summer. So we postponed dinner again to Sunday night. Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be putting on a free show downtown by the waterfront, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Once again we decided not to in the end. This weekend we'll have more money, tax returns back!!! So by the time we celebrate, it will be for our two year and one month anniversary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So we just had Sarah and her boyfriend over to Brad's Sunday afternoon for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"   &gt;Keep posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-142200547014177380?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/142200547014177380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-years-one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/142200547014177380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/142200547014177380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-years-one-month.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-3723435261098198763</id><published>2009-06-09T11:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:32:10.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We didn't break up! It's been a month since either of us have updated a thing so I figured that's what you would have first assumed. My 20th birthday and our two year has passed, sort of. We're soo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; busy all of the time so we put our two year on hold for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;My birthday fell on a Friday this year so we had to work. We went shopping right after and Brad bought me a long black backless dress and matching heels from Guess, I love them! By the time we got back to his house, it was already 9:30 so we got all ready as fast as we could. I'm all dressed in my new top, jeans, and heels. We were thinking about going to Dave &amp;amp; Buster's for dinner, drinks, and games, then head over to a club nearby. It was already too late to organize all of this though. I don't even know why we tried when all I wanted was a relaxing night, not insane shopping sprees and struggling to find a ride so we could drink. Anyways, it was ridiculous so finally I just said us and a couple friends should meet at Boston Pizza in town for dinner and Fishbowl Friday. By this time we were so starving too, so it was good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We're going out for dinner this weekend downtown on the waterfront. Probably Saturday night because I really want time to get my hair done for the occasion and get all dressed up in my new dress Brad bought me. He promised he would bring me flowers before we left and wear a jacket and dress pants, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We're going to look so out of place, but it will be fun. Maybe we'll lie and say we're coming from a wedding or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;That's the quickest update I could give, thanks for taking the time to read it all. We'll try to write more often, especially about this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-3723435261098198763?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/3723435261098198763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3723435261098198763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3723435261098198763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-1041662099444193550</id><published>2009-05-16T17:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:10:55.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So we were planning on a camping trip up North to Tweed, but it ended up being cancelled for a few reasons, one of them being the weather was going to be terrible. Then we thought of going to Wasaga Beach for the weekend and get piercings, but that ended up falling through, well the beach part did. We just got back from a place called Immortal Impressions in Keswick. Em got her belly button pierced and I got my nipple done! Whoever has had this done and says it didn't hurt... Liar. It is a pretty intense pain but it is only for about 5 seconds. Seems a lot longer than that when it is being done, but I like it... so does Em ;) So I haven't exactly told my parents but they know we went to the place. My dad is probably going to hate me for the next day or two but he will come around. I think he is just afraid of me turning into some pierce addicted nut job, which has no chance of happening lol. One piercing in my left nipple is enough for me. Tattoos are different, I already have one on my right shoulder and I think I will end up with a couple more at some point. Feels good to be working now and more freedom with my money. Now if I feel like going out and paying someone to stab me with a needle, I can lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" alt="Nipple" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/29uzxhz.jpg" width="150" align="center" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img height="210" alt="Belly-button" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/348srbk.jpg" width="150" align="center" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-1041662099444193550?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/1041662099444193550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/pierced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1041662099444193550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/1041662099444193550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/pierced.html' title='Pierced!'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/29uzxhz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-3220367696864669224</id><published>2009-05-11T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:29:50.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I know it's been entirely too long and you guys are probably starting to get so bored with us, but Brad is beginning to lose interest since the following hasn't climbed lately, and we've both been super busy at work. I wanted him to write this post because I know this is all he can talk about, but I have some time now so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Friday night we went to Whiskey's, famous strip club around here, for our friend's 19th birthday. We got a little drunk off tequila on the way so within the first hour our friends had me up on stage with a naked blonde lathered in baby oil with a five dollar bill in my mouth. I don't know if Brad's been prouder and I wouldn't be surprised if the entire lawn crew heard about it today because everyone else has... Apparently a girl who not only wants to go with her boyfriend to a strip club but also gets up on stage is worth holding on to for dear life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The rest of the weekend was low-key because my hangover lasted about 24 hours, and it was of course Mother's Day on Sunday. My mom was out with my grandpa, so I celebrated with Brad's family at the horse race tracks for brunch. His sister is over from Scotland now with her husband and eight month old daughter who is soo freakin cute. All I do when I'm over at his house now is play with her and try to make her laugh, which isn't hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's just been really nice lately, the two of us are good :) And the long weekend is coming up!!! We're going to Tweed with friends for a huge four day long party that we're camping out at. Hopefully more crazy stories to come that will inspire Brad too. Don't give up on this Babe, I would miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-3220367696864669224?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/3220367696864669224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/whiskeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3220367696864669224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3220367696864669224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/whiskeys.html' title='Whiskeys'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-6539291851695960192</id><published>2009-05-01T08:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:27:32.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have the morning off work today because the weather is cool and it looks like it might rain. All I want is to be over my cold for good, so I won't be going in til 11 when Brad comes back for me. We woke up together this morning so I'm wide awake now and thought I would take the time to update our blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;After the whole ex factor this week, I've been feeling really weird. I know she still has feelings for him, and he knew that too so it made me question why he would have spent so much time with her. As each day went by this week, I found out more and more things she had told him, and it just made me angrier and angrier because at the same time she had been messaging me apologies and trying to defend herself. But no matter how I look at it, it's not right to tell your ex boyfriend you have regrets and wish things could have worked out, especially when he's moved on and is happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was also really mad at Brad for not telling me everything upfront. I know he deems it unimportant and irrevelent because me knowing would only hurt me and not help the situation, but I don't want to feel lied to either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, I've written her back once to let her know how I feel about the situation incase she didn't get it Monday night when I went to her house to steal Brad away. I'm finished with it now, and Brad is sorry. What I learned from this is to always be honest in the first place if you have a problem with something, and if you miss your chance, try to talk it out rationally afterwards. I also realized that if you trust someone than you trust them 100 percent. Don't question their motives, and take what they're saying at face value instead of overanalyzing, or else you don't trust them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I trust Brad 100 percent. We love each other more than anything and that's really the only thing that counts in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-6539291851695960192?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/6539291851695960192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6539291851695960192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6539291851695960192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2444072218076885064</id><published>2009-04-28T18:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:28:19.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess I should update everyone a little bit since it has been a couple of weeks since I wrote on here. My little vacation to Florida was great. I enjoyed just spending some time with my parents, golfing, shopping, drinking... the works. It was a pretty relaxing trip until getting home. I had to be up for work the very next day, so far that has been good though. Emily even started working for the same company to take care of all the gardens. Even though I don't really see her much during the days, it is nice to know that she is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from work, my ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; called me not too long ago and asked if we could grab a coffee sometime and catch up a little bit. I dated her for about 2 years in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and thought why not? When I told Em that I might go grab a coffee with her and catch up a little, she was fine with it. So after work I dropped Em off at her house to take a shower and get ready for the rest of the night. I told her that I would be about an hour maybe. I went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; house to pick her up and head out. We talked about lots of things, family, school, life stories. We ended up talking for a couple hours longer than I had planned, and it was then that I decided to call Em and tell her I would be back to pick her up in about 20 minutes. I realized as soon as I told her this that she was actually mad at me. At first I didn't understand, Em kept telling me to just come pick her up now. She was really upset so when I didn't pick her up she ended up coming to us. When we left she started yelling at me because she thought I spent too long out with my ex and I had ditched her. I told her it was nothing like that and that I just didn't realize we would be catching up for that long. Em kept telling me that I should have called when I knew I wouldn't be back when I said I was and I agree, I should have, but it was the way she was talking to me, it got me so frustrated and angry. We argued about it for a little while on the way home, but when we got back to my house we sat out in the driveway to calm down and talk about it. We both spoke to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and said what was on our minds. Once everything was put out in the open, it made a lot more sense to me that I had just put Emily in an awkward spot and really should not have. When I realized this, I told her that I was sorry and if I had known how she really felt about it, I wouldn't have gone in the first place. When it was all figured out, I told her that I promise I wouldn't put her in an awkward situation like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bubbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2444072218076885064?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2444072218076885064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/ex-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2444072218076885064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2444072218076885064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/ex-factor.html' title='The Ex Factor'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-6848560179282903012</id><published>2009-04-20T12:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:21:58.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;After sending each other really corny e-mails with subjects like Hubba Bubbles and Bootilicious (our nicknames for each other are Boo and Bubbles), Brad's home now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He called on his way home from the airport last night and had a lot of funny flight stories. Then we went out for an early dinner and back to his place. We got busy pretty much everywhere, on the couch, bed, against the wall, armchair, and back to the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We almost made him late for picking up his brother and friend at the airport. I had to go with him instead of being dropped off at home first to make it on time. But we ended up waiting in the car for about a half hour anyways. Those boys had a lot of funny stories too, it makes me not want to get on an airplane ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We may take another vacation out to his parent's house in Florida this November. I haven't been there in almost a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;But, it's good to have him home now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-6848560179282903012?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/6848560179282903012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/boos-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6848560179282903012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6848560179282903012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/boos-back.html' title='Boo&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-6732931999470064308</id><published>2009-04-16T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:15:02.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from..... Stouffville.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, I stood up Brad last night for our MSN date at midnight. Maybe make it up to him tonight? It's funny how many ways there are to keep up with each other now: MSN, e-mail, twitter, facebook, and our blog. It's ridiculous how many sites you have to check. Wish I could just pick up the phone but it's some crazy long distance, and he'll be back in no time anyways. But I still miss him and always want to tell him every single thing that's happening, especially with me moving now, things are so exciting. By the time I go to write an e-mail I forget everything, haha. Anyways I should go resume my lazy day! Hope you're having a good time Baby xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-6732931999470064308?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/6732931999470064308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-from-stouffville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6732931999470064308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6732931999470064308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-from-stouffville.html' title='Greetings from..... Stouffville.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2184920508333730564</id><published>2009-04-14T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:03:53.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From Florida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I arrived today in Florida at around noon to some nice hot weather, but now it has turned into one wicked thunder storm. I always love watching storms like this, not really sure why, it is just fun to watch the lightning and hear the thunder crack. I was picked up today in my dad's new toy, a Shelby GT 500 Mustang! I'm not sure if those who follow this blog will know what I am talking about, but it is one of my favorite cars in the world, so it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going golfing with my parents, then the rest of the week will probably be a couple days of shopping as well as a trip or two to the beaches. Shopping down here is great because everything is so cheap, even top brand clothing. My brother will be coming down on Friday with a friend of his to do some shopping of their own. They are looking into investing in a house since the real estate market is so shot right now, hope it works out well, I may even be in on it. I will keep you updated on how the vacation is going with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Missin&lt;/span&gt; you already Bubbles.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2184920508333730564?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2184920508333730564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-from-florida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2184920508333730564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2184920508333730564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-from-florida.html' title='Greetings From Florida!'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2839365943208978153</id><published>2009-04-14T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:31:21.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's been so long since Brad or I have posted, we're sorry! We've been finishing up the house, and celebrating Easter with our families, and now Brad has flown out to Florida this morning to visit his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We had a nice date last night before he left. We went to The Arms, which is a pub just outside of town. Best menu ever. Best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mozza&lt;/span&gt; sticks ever too, since he and I consider ourselves to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mozza&lt;/span&gt; sticks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;connoisseurs&lt;/span&gt;. We had some time to kill afterwards before our movie started so we played some really silly arcade games at the theater, and I learned I am absolutely terrible at Dance Dance Revolution. I almost kicked butt in the second round of air hockey though! We saw Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rogan's&lt;/span&gt; newest movie, Observe and Report, but pretty much wanted to walk out halfway through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Then Brad drove me home, and even though it was late I talked him into coming inside for a little while. It's a thing I have, we have to have sex right before we're not going to see each other for a little while. I was prepared to go five days, but not six while I had him right there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Next time we see each other could be Monday at work if he has a late flight Sunday night. We might have to do it in the shop's change room, which I wouldn't mind because we never did get a chance to get busy in that closet, ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We'll try to keep you posted more often :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2839365943208978153?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2839365943208978153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-so-long-since-brad-or-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2839365943208978153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2839365943208978153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-so-long-since-brad-or-i-have.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2845355542938451096</id><published>2009-04-05T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:17:46.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Brad and I have been painting a house together all week for extra money. We mostly keep to the master bedroom, and have also done some outdoor work on the garage and windows. Usually the family is gone out, so it's pretty relaxed work. We keep meaning to get busy in the closet one day, but something always comes up. We have a couple more days of work left this week, so it will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I spent Friday night at Brad's having dinner with his family and then going over to Sarah's house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;Brad and I went out with a couple friends to the Keg. Tab and I got salads while the boys mowed down on steaks. We saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; afterwards, which was so cute. We called it an early night, Brad dropped me off at home around 9:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Today is my cousin's first birthday! Brad can't come because he's dropping his parents back off at the airport. They're leaving for Florida again for another two weeks. He's coming to Easter this weekend though since his brother is leaving for Florida Friday as well, he has no family around! Then the following week we both start our real jobs for the summer. Life is good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2845355542938451096?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2845355542938451096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2845355542938451096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2845355542938451096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-lately.html' title='Just Lately'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-8250461642368132889</id><published>2009-03-31T00:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:14:40.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I had a really good weekend with Brad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Friday night, we went to our friend's 25th birthday at his and his girlfriend's house. They're actually friend's of Brad's brother. It was a great night, but I drank a lot more than I'm used to, and Brad ended up taking care of me Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He finally got me out of bed and put me into the shower at four in the afternoon. He thought some breakfast and fresh air would do me good, so after running some errands around town and dropping off my sister at her friend's house, we took his dog, Maddy, for a walk in town. We discovered this really cute ice cream and candy store, and decided we would go there after our runs a few times a week this summer. Then we went back to his place and relaxed for the night, blogging and online shopping for our enduro bikes since we're thinking of taking up dirtbiking this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sunday was another relaxing day, we shot some pool and played some video games before going out for his mom's birthday dinner. There was a small argument that sparked between his dad and his brother's girlfriend, which made me really happy that I'm on his dad's good side. Everybody was drinking so I stayed over again Sunday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Today, we went out for breakfast, did some more shopping around to compare prices of bikes at different dealerships, hit the gym, Brad came over and he, my sister, and I ordered pizza and watched the new Gossip Girl. Yes, I got him to watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Now he's gone home, and I miss him for no reason. We're painting a house together tomorrow morning at 7:30 til early afternoon. We're trying to make as much money as we can to support our expensive summer coming up! So excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-8250461642368132889?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/8250461642368132889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-in-particular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8250461642368132889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8250461642368132889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-in-particular.html' title='Relaxing Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2701089055523482663</id><published>2009-03-29T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:36:23.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this was Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So I just thought I would share our little adventure the other day, which was scary and hilarious at the same time. Not really sure how it started but Emily and I were sitting in the family room watching T.V. one day, and the mood just kind of struck us. We fooled around on the couch for awhile when nobody was home, the shirts stayed on but the pants flew off. At first Emily was hesitant because my brother was on his way home from work and could have walked in at any moment. I told a little white lie saying that my brother was going to hockey that night so Em would be more willing. It was true, he did have hockey that night but I knew it wasn't until later so he really would be home soon. Long story short, we were standing in the kitchen afterwards and Emily had no pants on. We were joking around about an exit strategy in case someone really did come through the door, and guess what happened? I heard the lock on the door click and in walked my brother. Emily looked at me almost in shock and she stood behind the counter so my brother couldn't see anything. With Emily's pants all the way back in the family room, the exit strategy kind of went to shit. Em grabbed her jacket and wrapped it around her waist, still looking dumbstruck not knowing what to do. So I stood in the door way and started talking to my brother trying to distract him. For one quick moment he looked down to untie his shoe laces, and it was then that Em made her move. She held the jacket in front of her and made a mad dash across the room and up the stairs into my room to grab some pajama pants. Em came back down a minute later to grab her jeans and threw them underneath the blanket. When my brother went upstairs we looked at each other and just started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2701089055523482663?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2701089055523482663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-this-was-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2701089055523482663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2701089055523482663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-this-was-funny.html' title='Now this was Funny!'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5723071390477424205</id><published>2009-03-25T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:10:13.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have the best boyfriend in the world. Today, my sister and I took a bus to the mall to shop for a dress for her this weekend. We were supposed to be there before five so that when Brad came to pick us up we would be ready to go. There were a few delays though, including a gross older guy on our bus who blew kisses at me and Brad swore he'd kick his ass if he saw him. So, long story short, we ended up shopping together for two and half hours without him even complaining. Then we had dinner at California Thai, and Brad took the cheque. He's amazing to us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5723071390477424205?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5723071390477424205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5723071390477424205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5723071390477424205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-man.html' title='My Man'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-3992743392757459533</id><published>2009-03-19T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:01:41.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hey, just another quickie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So, I moved all my stuff back to my house and spent Saturday, Sunday and Monday night there. Then St. Patty's rolled around on Tuesday so Brad and I went out with friends for wings and green beer. I did the responsible thing and decided to stay over so Brad wouldn't have to drive me into town after drinking. The guys played some video games and smoked some weed, but I went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that more people couldn't make it out last night. I felt like I was intruding on a guy's night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I thought the whole next day was going to go the same way all over again when Brad invited his buddies back over. But, turns out the night was alright. We got a poker game started, and I finished last and won the pot! By then it was late and most of them had to work this morning so they went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I decided to stay over again and have Brad try to teach me how to play video games. I have a theory that I hate them so much because I suck at them. We're planning to have a solid day of just sitting on our asses playing video games until I stop hating them. I don't know what I'm going to have him sacrifice for me yet, maybe he'll have to read a whole book or watch a Sex and the City marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, today we're going into town to get our hair cut together like the corny couple we are, and then we're hitting the gym. After that, I'm not sure, maybe we'll rent a movie and make dinner at my house since we haven't hung out there together in awhile. I know this wasn't the most interesting post, I actually had something funnier in mind to write about, but Brad already reserved his rights to telling the story so check back later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-3992743392757459533?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/3992743392757459533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-pattys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3992743392757459533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/3992743392757459533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-pattys.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-4740576307042061314</id><published>2009-03-17T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:13:41.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So on Saturday Emily and I got into a pretty decent argument, one that could have been totally avoided if we had just told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; what was on our minds in the first place. Right from the start of the day something felt wrong, Emily was picking at me for every little thing I did wrong, things that normally would never bother her. So I didn't pay too much attention to these things at the time because I thought there was no reason for Emily to be angry with me. For most of the day I was being ignored and only talked to if it was to tell me to quit being annoying. I was being a shit disturber only because I thought it was ridiculous that we were bickering over nothing at this point, I thought it was funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I didn't know was that Emily was in a bit of an edgy mood for a reason that had nothing to do with me. So instead of doing the right thing and asking her what was up, I ignored her for the rest of the day because it was bothering me that we were bickering over nothing. My f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; came over later on and we were having a few drinks before going out for the night. I had asked Emily a few times if she was going to come out with us or not but the answer was always 'I don't know.' So when the time came to leave, Emily decided she was going to come. I dropped my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; off first and then drove to Emily's house because she had to pick up a change of shoes. We started bickering at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; even before we got to her house and Emily just said to me she wanted to come out and have a fun night. My patience had gotten really low at this point because Emily was ignoring me all day but now wanted to come out with me to have a fun night. I told her to go ahead and come hang out at the party but I wasn't going to be all warm and cuddly now that we were with a bunch of people and pretend she wasn't ignoring me all day. This sparked the arguing in her driveway which led to me saying I wanted to just hang out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; tonight without her. After some yelling towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; I left to the party without Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even really drink at the party when I got there, I just relaxed and talked with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. It is kind of hard to enjoy a night out right after getting in a fight with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. I came home later that night and pretty much fell asleep right away. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; stayed over for the night and we hung out for most of the next day. We just spent the day playing video games, watching T.V. and making food. Emily had wanted me to drop off a bunch of her shower stuff and some clothes that she wanted, which I said I was going to bring but it wasn't until late that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; left. Emily also wanted to take a walk and talk about the night before but I didn't know this so I was in no rush to drive to her house to drop off some of her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did eventually come to her house that night, we talked about what happened a little bit and she gave me a little letter she wrote the night before. It's a great way to tell someone your feelings at the time and without forgetting anything. Emily apologized to me which I thought wasn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;, it was me who owed the apology. Everything is fine now, but this just goes to show everyone, communication is a big deal. If Emily had told me that something was bothering her that day, or if I had not tried to be so annoying before and sat down and talked with her, this would never have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-4740576307042061314?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/4740576307042061314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/rough-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4740576307042061314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4740576307042061314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5631021381009480824</id><published>2009-03-15T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:56:03.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Grade Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Brad and I got into a huge fight last night, or one of our A-Grade fights as he calls them. We've only had a few, I think I can count four now. This recent fight began yesterday morning when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Some things were already bothering me and I neglected to share them with Brad. These things had nothing to do with him, but I ended up taking them out on him, claiming it was about his playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; and ignoring the dishes and laundry. For the rest of the day we ignored each other. By the time his friends came over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-drinks, they could tell we were in a fight. With about ten minutes on the clock before we were leaving for a friend's welcome home party, the stubborn me still hadn't made up her mind whether or not to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Once we dropped his friends off at the party and he started to take me home, that's when the real fun began. All I wanted was to finally call a truce and forget the whole day had happened, but Brad wanted no part of that. He was so mad that I was just giving it all up after ignoring him the entire day. I don't really blame him but he took it so far, I found myself sobbing and yelling like I usually do when we fight. That's how our fights always are; high on a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drenalin &lt;/span&gt;and very low on respect or thinking before we speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I figured every couple goes through these nights once in awhile, it happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I ended up being the first to call this morning, twice. Finally, about an hour later he picked up the third time to tell me he was playing video games with his friend. He said he'd bring me my stuff from his house around 4, but then called me to say they were still hanging out. He asked if I was mad, but I'm not, I said I just feel like we both owe each other an apology. I owe him one for starting it yesterday, and he owes me one for taking it too far last night. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disagreed&lt;/span&gt;, told me that only he owed me one. That's great and all, but don't tell me over the phone. Come over and talk to me about everything, PLEASE. So now we've settled for seven, which means it should still be sunny and warm enough for a walk and talk, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;But guys, seriously, if you really care about a girl then call her first the next morning when you know you did wrong, and make it a priority to talk to her. And, why am I here writing about this while he gets to hang out with his buddies and forget about it? Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5631021381009480824?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5631021381009480824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/grade-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5631021381009480824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5631021381009480824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/grade-fight.html' title='A-Grade Fight'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-8111723489674826041</id><published>2009-03-13T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:49:27.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Reading Brad's post, "My London Surprise", made me reevaluate our sex life. When was the last time we slept together 3 times in less than 24 hours? Where was the craziest place we've done it? We used to do silly things like roadies or naked pictures just for fun. We had sex in the ocean just to say we did it. We had sex in my living room with the blinds and windows open for anybody to catch us. I can't remember a time recently when we've surprised each other by doing something crazy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Not even necessarily crazy... Like a couple nights ago for instance, we had 20 minutes before our friends we're coming over to meet us before going out for dinner and drinks. I teased Brad like I usually do but when he proposed we go upstairs for a quickie, I refused. I had just done my make-up and it took me 10 minutes to get my stupid shirt on with all of the buttons. Brad pouted for the rest of the 20 minutes still trying to convince me with 3 minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I really don't want our sex life to be old, tired, or boring. I mean, it hardly is yet. When we do have sex, probably 3 times a week, it's amazing. I don't really care how cliche that sounds. It's loud, fast, rarely romantic with candles. But we always end up on his bed, tangled up in his sheets, cuddling for a few minutes afterwards before we hop up and throw our clothes back on. I want to be able to take more chances with our sex life like we used to. This is a new resolution for me. Well, for us, but I'm sure Brad will quickly agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-8111723489674826041?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/8111723489674826041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappearing-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8111723489674826041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8111723489674826041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappearing-act.html' title='Disappearing Act'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-7559561381965244662</id><published>2009-03-11T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:43:01.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;t has been a little while since I last wrote in our Blog and Emily has been kicking my ass trying to get me to update it. Not much is new with me lately, work is still really slow since there is no snow anymore and summer season hasn't started yet, so Emily and I have been going to the gym almost every day since we have the time to do so. We have been going pretty steady for almost two months now and I can already feel a difference. I have always been an athletic person playing all kinds of sports and I even got my black belt in martial arts, an achievement I'm going to be proud of for the rest of my life. Martial arts is something I have been wanting to get back into, maybe when I start working again and have the money to do it I will. For now though, the gym has been slowly pulling me into the best shape of my life which is a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I are also doing great and have been spending most of our time together. She mostly stays at my house since we have it to ourselves pretty much. Emily is still looking for a job so I got her an interview at my work today for a job doing some outside gardening in the summer time. Still no change as far as school for me in the fall, still haven't applied yet since I have no idea as to what I want to go for. My parents are coming home in a couple weeks though which is something I am looking forward to, feels like I haven't seen them in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing a longer post once I have something on my mind I want to say. Going to go see what Emily is up to and head out to the gym after her interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-7559561381965244662?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/7559561381965244662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7559561381965244662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7559561381965244662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-update.html' title='Small Update'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-7526549569741802356</id><published>2009-03-07T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:44:13.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry, it's been a few days since a post or update. I have been living at Brad's house for a week now while his parents are in Florida for the winter. I stopped by my house a couple times to grab extra clothes, documents I needed from my home computer, and to check my messages, but that's about it. Brad just lives outside of town, about fifteen minutes away from my house. I live with my mom and younger sister in a smaller house. It's not bad, but there is way more property here, we can take the dogs on walks, there's a hot tub, and of course no parents. He has one older brother whose home. Still, I'm surprised I haven't gone home just for a couple nights. Usually I find myself wanting some space after a few days here, but Brad and I have been getting along really well this week with the occassional bickering over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Here's a typical day for us: Wake up around 10am. He feeds the dogs. I do laundry or clean the dishes. We have breakfast together then hit the gym before it gets busy. We usually do some grocery shopping while were in town. He hates it because I'm the slowest person to shop with since I'm such a "health freak" as he likes to call it. Half the cart ends up being fruits and vegetables. The other half consists of Hungry Man dinners, Beef Jerky, and M&amp;amp;Ms. When we get back to his place, I shower and get all ready for the evening. He plays video games a lot now that he has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; hooked up to the big screen. Last night we had my best friend and her boyfriend over and watched movies. Tonight Brad's having a bunch of guys over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; night. Sometimes their girlfriends come over too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He hasn't worked much since there has been no snow. He does landscaping in the summer and snow removal in the winter. He's pretty sure he's got me in for gardening this summer with the company he works for. We wouldn't be working together, and it pays pretty well. It doesn't start for another three weeks though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-7526549569741802356?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/7526549569741802356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/quicky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7526549569741802356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/7526549569741802356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/quicky.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-4652442277310379188</id><published>2009-03-02T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:39:42.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Lately, I have been thinking about young women my age who have been in close relationships like I have for a couple of years, and whether or not it's healthy for our growing independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was talking to couple of guy friends the other day who complained that they never got to see their buddy without his girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to his hip. I countered that Brad and I probably came off the same way, and we joked around a bit, but I couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I thought this girl was a pretty cool chick, so do all guys really get bothered by this? These were guys in relationships of their own, so it wasn't like they were jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I just figured that when a couple has mutual friends that it was okay to hang out together with them often, but maybe that's not the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have very few girlfriends of my own. I have one friend who is practically engaged, and another living in the city with her son. Any others I would consider acquaintances. I have some old work friends, but they're mainly guys, and Brad sometimes gets upset when I hang out with them on my own with no girls in sight. Understandable. They haven't been long-term friends that he knows well and can trust. But, when I do go my own way, even if it's just a visit to my friend's son or a weekend away with my family, I do feel more independent and have the opportunity to experience things without my boyfriend at my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love experiencing things with him. We always have fun together. I would consider him my best friend, but is it healthy when you're spending every waking moment with that person in private and then out socially? It makes me wonder if we would be okay if something happened to us. If we were to break up, what are we sacrificing? Mutual friendships, each other's families, long-term plans we had together, gym buddies, possibly a job if I end up working with Brad landscaping this summer, this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The list goes on and on, as though every aspect of our lives include each other. So, would we be okay starting over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We're so incredibly young, and people reinvent themselves several times in their own lifetime, so I'm sure we would eventually, but it would take a lot of time to gain that independence back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Perhaps being a little less serious is healthier for women my age; Keeping our options wide open and figuring out who we are on our own without someone else there constantly shaping us. It doesn't require us to fall less in love or fully give up our boyfriends. Have at least one or two aspects of your life away from each other, like work or school or groups of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;There's more respect involved when two people have their own lives and their own thing. You have time to miss each other and share stories. It's just something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-4652442277310379188?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/4652442277310379188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-independent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4652442277310379188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/4652442277310379188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5927316468228411445</id><published>2009-03-01T12:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:32:07.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just finished a whirlwind of a clean-up at Brad's house after a whirlwind of a weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Friday night, we celebrated a friend's birthday by going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Niagra Falls&lt;/span&gt;. The hotel was so cheap! We stayed with two others, so it was 20 dollars each. The food is where they get you. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TGI&lt;/span&gt; Friday's for dinner and my salad cost 18 dollars! After dinner the four of us made our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fallsview&lt;/span&gt; casino and lost all of our money within an hour. We also lost our two friends so we took advantage of the empty hotel room for awhile before heading back out to find them. We all ended up back at the casino for breakfast at 5am before ever falling asleep. All in all, a good night. Brad paid for my entire weekend because I am so incredibly broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;That's why I've just done laundry, dishes, recycling, garbage, floors, counters, and fed the puppies! He's still fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; because there was a second party here at his house last night (all the more to clean) and he got just a little drunk! Anyways, I hope he appreciates it and knows I appreciate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5927316468228411445?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5927316468228411445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-just-finished-whirlwind-of-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5927316468228411445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5927316468228411445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-just-finished-whirlwind-of-clean.html' title='Feeling Grateful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-2745164229512947853</id><published>2009-02-27T02:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:32:58.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My London Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It always seems that the best things happen at the worst of times... Emily and I had been dating for a few months and just had sex for the first time, which was an awesome night. The night that we had sex happened a couple of days before I left for a trip with my brother to Europe. It was the best and worst times of my life... On one hand I was in Europe! I was backpacking through Italy, Austria, Germany, Amsterdam, Paris and Scotland... But on the other hand, my mind was on Emily, always, and it was painful. Not only that, but when I got home from the trip, I had to pack up and leave for college in London, Ontario. I went to school for Police Foundations at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fanshawe&lt;/span&gt; College. I was in a house with my friends and it was a blast, but my favourite memory happened only a week into this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on a Saturday afternoon hungover as shit, after a long night of drinking with my roommates. I just wanted to relax and enjoy the day. For whatever reason my roommates were getting ready for a second night in a row, which I wanted no part of, so I retreated into my bedroom. When I went downstairs later on that day to get some food and see what they were up to, they were all pressuring me to drink. I refused, but my friend told me he had a surprise for me and that I would want to start having some fun. So I started to have a few drinks with them, not knowing what they had in store for me. A few hours later, I was on the couch sipping on my drink when my friend told me my surprise was here. At this point I had totally forgotten about this surprise and started to get worried about what he had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the doorway, Em walked in. All the noise in the house was drowned out from who knows what, because as soon as I saw her, I stood up and gave her the best hug and kiss I could in front of everyone at the party. The feeling was incredible. To this day, the friends that I stayed with say they have never seen me smile brighter, and I believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the one night and morning that Emily stayed, we had sex four times. Twice that night and twice in the morning... Best surprise of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-2745164229512947853?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/2745164229512947853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-london-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2745164229512947853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/2745164229512947853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-london-surprise.html' title='My London Surprise!'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-442923600853212357</id><published>2009-02-25T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:28:49.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing It Was Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Brad and I took his puppy, Buckshot, into town today for a walk. Well, he's really not a puppy. He's two years old and a 135-pound Shiloh Shepard. A lot of people are scared of Buck but he gets a lot of compliments too. Sometimes I pretend he's mine and say thank-you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I tried running with the beast today but he took me out on my butt, so for the rest of the walk I had a wet bum. It was a good time though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Both of us can't wait for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We're planning a lot of trips to the quarry for swimming, more walks, maybe take up rock climbing. Cannot wait for the hot weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-442923600853212357?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/442923600853212357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/brad-and-i-took-his-puppy-buckshot-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/442923600853212357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/442923600853212357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/brad-and-i-took-his-puppy-buckshot-into.html' title='Wishing It Was Summer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-8139468843436320512</id><published>2009-02-18T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:24:03.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;V-day was much better than last year. The fondue turned out so well, surprisingly because we really just winged it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It took Brad and I three stops before we could find fondue fuel to melt the chocolate, and then once we got to his house, his mom pointed out that she already had two cans of it! So, that was annoying. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;verything else went off without a hitch though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Brad and I had one miniature fight over what to make for dinner, which resulted in Pizza Pockets for him, and Lean Cuisine for me, but hey, at least it's a funny story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I can't really give out the recipe, as I said we were very experimental with the measurements and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;. We used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nutriwhip&lt;/span&gt; low-fat cream, which was my one demand, and five bars of Jersey milk chocolate instead of dark chocolate, which was Brad's one demand. Compromise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We melted the two together over the flame, then added a splash of Vanilla Extract and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marnier&lt;/span&gt;. Then we had picked up a whole fruit platter of watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, pineapple, grapes and strawberries. It was all so delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;e did the cheesy thing and fed each other strawberries just for fun. No sex though. I was really tired by the end of the night after a long day, which worried me. No sex on Valentine's Day!? It was only our second time around celebrating. I don't want to be an old married couple. So, we made up for it twice the next day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-8139468843436320512?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/8139468843436320512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-v-day-was-much-better-than-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8139468843436320512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/8139468843436320512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-v-day-was-much-better-than-last.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Update!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-6809112975390176475</id><published>2009-02-13T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:21:57.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Not 4 Me" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/nqbkw0.jpg" width="180" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;The movie Brad and I went to see a couple nights ago, He's Just Not That Into You, is based on the best-selling book by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, which in turn is based on the hit series Sex and the City. It begs to answer the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Are you the exception or are you the rule to dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm wondering who this applies to because all rules considered, Brad and I were sending off mixed signals right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #1: If he's not calling you, he's just not that into you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Oh sure, they say they're busy. They say that they didn't have even a moment in their insanely busy day to pick up the phone. It was just that crazy. All lies. With the advent of cell phones and speed dialing, it is almost impossible not to call you. Sometimes I call people from my pants pocket when I don't even mean to. If I were into you, you would be the bright spot in my horribly busy day. Which would be a day that I would never be too busy to call you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, it took Brad over a week to call me because he was afraid I wasn't into him, which was completely untrue. According to the movie, a phone call past seven days makes me the exception to the rule, just like Ginnifer Goodwin (Gigi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Rule #2: If she's not sleeping with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;According to Kevin Connolly and Scarlett Johansson, aka Connor and Anna's relationship in the film, if she isn't sleeping with you within the first two months, get out now. She's just not into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I waited two months before sleeping with Brad. I wanted it to be perfect because in my past, some things were not-so-perfect. We slept together the night before he left for Europe with his brother. They were gone for six weeks, and the moment he came home, I surprised him at his new place. We slept together three more times within twelve hours, before I had to get back home the next morning. Trust me, I was never dis-interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Rule #3: If he's not marrying you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;If he's not marrying you, he never will, but why do men just assume women want to get married and have kids before they're thirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Ben Affleck, aka Neil's take on marriage at the beginning of the film. His best friend gets married then cheats on his wife for another women who is sexier and more fun. Whereas, Neil only wants Jennifer Anniston (Beth). They have been dating for seven years, still love each other, and are virtually issue-free, so why get married? According to Neil, marriage is for couples who need to share with the world that they are together because they are so insecure of their relationship or have conformed to what society says is normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm just happy with what I have in the present, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler alert! Both characters compromised; Neil gave up his ugly pants, Beth gave up on marriage. However, wanting to make her happy in the very end, Neil ends up proposing so that he could have "even a chance at having a shot at being happy." So, Beth was the exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So really, every character in the movie ended up being the exception. It is yet another movie to confirm single women's dillusions and fantasies everywhere. There were no absolutes or harsh truths that I could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I think the rules are just meant to be thrown out and done our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-6809112975390176475?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/6809112975390176475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6809112975390176475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/6809112975390176475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/nqbkw0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5510810127143359942</id><published>2009-02-12T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:38:29.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Fondue" src="http://www.bfeedme.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/fondue.jpg" width="180" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;Hey, thought I would write my first post since it has been mostly Em setting up the blog so far. I got the idea to write this blog from reading about them in a magazine. Right from the start, Em loved the idea, and as far as organization and creativeness go, she kicks my ass, which is why she is in charge of getting us started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So, Valentines Day is coming up this weekend. I'm not positive what our plans are going to be. We were thinking of making a chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fondue&lt;/span&gt; and opening a bottle of wine. Some of our friends are going downtown to celebrate for the night, but we have decided to spend the night with each other. Going out to clubs and spending a bunch of money for overpriced drinks is not exactly something I feel like doing on Valentines Day. Besides, I want this year to be fun because last year's wasn't the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I had the house to myself for the night so I went out, bought flowers and picked up some red wine. I had the hot tub turned up and candles ready to go later in the bedroom. Though for some reason that night we got into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; over something that neither of us are able to remember anymore, funny how that works :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So in my frustration of this argument, I told Em where the flowers were that I planned to surprise her with, grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Merlot&lt;/span&gt; and went out to the hot tub by myself. About an hour later and minus one bottle of wine, I came inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I went upstairs to change and found Em in my room with soft music playing, candles lit and lying in bed with the flowers I bought her. We were quick to apologize to each other for each of our reasons and ended up making it a happy Valentines Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5510810127143359942?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5510810127143359942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5510810127143359942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5510810127143359942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994054091449179408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FC0JNkmZTDI/ScFOQUr0z1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7mAWz-sFjQ/S220/Em+%26+Brad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044691546239211798.post-5246676510392034260</id><published>2009-02-11T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:18:10.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to Him &amp; Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Brad &amp;amp; Em" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2cdts9c.jpg" width="180" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; Brad and I were friends (or acquaintances, whatever you want to call it) for a few years in high school before we got together. We had mutual friends, everybody from around here does. This town is tiny. There's no romantic beginning. We didn't meet each other on separate family vacations and then figure out we go to the same school a la Vanessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Zach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or Olivia Newton John and John Travolta. We didn't fall in love at first sight. We got drunk at a friend's party and saw each other in a different light I guess you could say. We ended up staying up all night back at his house talking about exes and parents and the future and friends. I pretended to call a taxi company somewhere around 3am, but "couldn't get a hold of them". Then I suggested we sleep in the same bed even though there were two extras, not to mention fold-out couches. It's no wonder he tried to sleep with me on the first night. The next morning was probably one of the most awkward days that I can remember. He drove me home and then it took him a week to call me afterwards for a date. Actually it was more like a text. He was really shy. Our first date was to go see Knocked Up, and that is what we consider the starting point. I think alcohol pretty much fueled every major stepping stone in our relationship. Without it, we might never have slept together (finally after two months), I never would have said "I love you", and we never would have gotten together in the first place. How romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;We have been together for nearly two years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So, now that you have that little bit of history, I'll try to explain what this blog is about. It was actually Brad's idea, even though I'm the one who loves to write. He rarely talks about his feelings too, so I'm surprised he has volunteered himself to co-write a blog. We're going to write about anything that inspires us. It will be material from our real lives, and hopefully you'll get to know us better after a few posts. I haven't seen anything on the web co-written by a couple like this. I did a little research, but literally came up with nothing. So, we are really looking forward to creating this! Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044691546239211798-5246676510392034260?l=hisandherpov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/feeds/5246676510392034260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5246676510392034260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044691546239211798/posts/default/5246676510392034260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisandherpov.blogspot.com/2009/02/history.html' title='Introduction to Him &amp; Her'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10110971431511303077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCWFStwNHBM/SgjWpbodRHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYRydfnZMvU/S220/n501776578_3836.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2cdts9c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
