<?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-11934740</id><updated>2011-09-05T21:58:52.838-07:00</updated><category term='and more Lazy'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='TV'/><category term='New job'/><category term='negative'/><category term='Sex Toys'/><category term='nothing good'/><category term='rant'/><category term='house decor'/><title type='text'>Noelene Gagne aka Sweet Lime</title><subtitle type='html'>My every day thoughts that run through my head, at random moments through out the day and night.  Ahhhh get them out!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogalexsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11934740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogalexsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11934740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Noelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317239512050110586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXxYjAa5eRI/TmWd0vBaqVI/AAAAAAAAABo/AsUVuFV0RN0/s220/IMG_1034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11934740.post-9191783369191368802</id><published>2011-09-05T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:58:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a really really long search I have figured out how to access my Blogger again!! yeah me. But do I have anything interesting to say, probably not, I could write about my wedding planning, but really do I have time for that? Plus my wedding is almost here so a little late I think. But I will think of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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What a retarded, stupid, moronic discussion. Are you just a penis with a guy attached to it? No. You're a human being. I have women friends. Why? I like them. We have fun and talk and hang out. I have man friends. Why? I like them. We have fun and talk and hang out. Are you such a one-dimensional idi-fuckin-it that you can't understand that you are human first and male SECOND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's right, baby. It's just a sex organ. It's not your ontology. (Go look it up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL; Can it be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met that girl who hangs out with the boys and I’m not talking about the Tom Boy “girl” I’m talking about people like me I’m a girly girl, I have tons of girl friends and they are FABULOUS but I like hanging with the boys.  Of course there are more me’s out there that like to hang with the boys, however everyone has their own motive for doing it, like the trigger comment above “I like them” could it be just that simple.  I don’t think it is just that simple because if it were then there wouldn’t be 30 plus posts attacking the guy who said he won’t have girl friends as “friends”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different levels of relationships are out there?  Friends, friends from a break up, fuck friends, friends with benefits when not in other relations, friends from the old days, friends with attraction, friends who just like them, who really knows everyone has their own reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me boys as friends goes back quite a few years however when I look back I honestly don’t see that I got a lot of really good relationships out of all this friends for whatever reason.  Believe me I have listed a few and there are way more and I have to say I have very few friends left after the fact.  Could this be truly because it can’t be done or is it just something I am doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I hit high school I found it much easier to just hang with the boys.  The best reason for this back then was not so much “drama” now a days I can’t say that’s the same reason I hang with the boys because let me tell you they have their fair share of the “drama”.  Shawn – I am talking about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if I can come to any conclusion to why most of my friendships have ended with these guys maybe it’s because of me or maybe the friendship just fizzled.  However I bet if I really delve into this I would find a reason, however I don’t know if that’s what I really want out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn’t just hang out with the boys I had girl friends and I went through lots of those too.  However I have some solid ones by my side today.  When I think back I remember tons of names with some wild stories that I dare not tell and then I think of name of some amazing people and think wow I wish I still had them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM childhood boyfriend, turned school friend, turned nothing (I moved away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT, crush turned to a first kiss (I moved away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR, used to help him try and pick up girls, turned to my first real kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS, tutor turned boyfriend, never heard from again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO, I like to block this from my memory (not sure what that was…my first grad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB, boyfriend, turned friend, turned make out friend, turned friend with benefits, had kid with someone – we all move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL, friend turned boyfriend, turned cheater, turned tried to be friends, turned hook ups as the years pass, turned random phone call up dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH, rebound turned biggest guy I ever met :O, turned talk to ever so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR, co-worker for two years, turned confident as his girlfriend fucked around with my boyfriend (CL), turned boyfriend, turned to going our own paths after a year, turned to friends for awhile, then gradually the phone calls didn’t get answered on my end and they stopped being made on his end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB, co-worker turned friend, no attraction, always thought he was gay as never tried anything ever, was awesome to hang out with listened to me and gave great advice….drifted apart, random phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SF, good friend, go shopping hang out, then he got married – don’t see so much anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH, another (not sure what I was doing phase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M?, word of mouth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC, co-worker turned friend, turned to finger licking good, turned to friends, turned to councilor, turned to friends most of the time, turned to friends that like to just hang out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL – boyfriend period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, this really didn’t answer any of my questions at all, I was hoping to find a deeper understanding of myself and open new doors to new long lasting relations…who am I kidding I haven’t even listed half the people I know on this list this only proves…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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I can't for the life of me figure out why you would have lied about it.  I hate her for lying to me.  Damn her and everything she stands for.  If she is right beside you right now........I love you Noelene:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do some arts and crafts today.  My project will of course be a Shawn box and a Noelene box for I am quite confident I will be receiving a lot of gifts from you guys over the coming years....I can't wait.  You guys should know that I usually take a medium and am not a huge fan of pink. I believe you have known me long enough to know my likes and dislikes.  That is why we are best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelene has been cc'd for obvious reasons.  She needs to know that I don't love pink and I take a medium.  Oh yeah, I may also need dentures. I should have all my teeth pulled and have a full set of dentures.  I believe removable teeth will make me popular with the fellas.....hahahahaha.....sorry Jesus, that was unholy of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teej (of Teej, Shawn, and Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: well &lt;br /&gt;Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2004 12:12:54 -0800 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ok i'll get some snacks.. there is a teej box, &lt;br /&gt;come over sometime and i'll show you muhhahahahahahhaha &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;hahah &lt;br /&gt;hah &lt;br /&gt;ha &lt;br /&gt;Ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA....I just read your Noel, Noel of no one.......hahahahahah that's funny.  I may have soiled myself.....again....hahahahahaha.  Now I am embaressed.  I hate it when I soil myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Tami...or should I say not so dearest!!!  OMG so quick in I mean I am not at work for one day and already you are betraying me.  Yes this is right I think you are evil and I no longer can come over to your desk to chat with you.  Why... WHY am I Noel from Noel of no one who sits up front by herself and has no real friends because they all leave her for better friends or take her own friends away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So why you ask am I sooooo Up set after I give you what you say is the most wonderful Christmas prestent ever!!!!! I don't understand I am so confused!!! Why why do you say you understand me  and say you will keep me in the loop when you really really don't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am over at Shauns and reading all his emails Yes that right ALL his emails the emails that you said would be forwarded to me...than I go check my email and what do I!!!! ONE email....no one loves me!!!  I may have to hurt myself now.!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOEL FROM NOEL OF NO ONE......HAHAHAHAHAHA THAT CRACKS ME UP EVERYTIME I READ IT.  I HOPE YOU HAVE NOT HURT YOURSELF LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD.  I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING SOONER.  IF YOU HAVE IN FACT HURT YOURSELF OR WORSE YET, ENDED IT ALL,  PLEASE DISREGARD THIS EMAIL.  IF YOU HAVE ONLY HURT YOURSELF RATHER THAN KILLING YOURSELF, I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN YOUR INJURIES HAVE HEALED.  PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO SPEAK TO ME UNTIL ALL INJURIES HAVE HEALED AS I GET GROSSED OUT PRETTY EASILY.  ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE BEATEN YOURSELF ABOUT THE FACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEJ (OF TEEJ AND NOEL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING MEAN TO NOEL!!!!!!!!!!!  SHE DOES NOT DESERVE THAT...........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MAKE HER A NOEL BOX RIGHT NOW......DO IT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TRY TO TURN ME AND HER AGAINST EACH OTHER....IT WILL NOT WORK.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TEEJ (OF TEEJ, NOEL, AND SHAWN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh you said i like to box the tami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tami for being a true friend.... But it is not necesary for you to force Shawn to make me my own box or folder but it really won't mean the same thing.  Its you he like to box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS shawn, there are many cards from other people on tami's desk along with some fun other things Please advise if any of this appeals to new box items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were being DIRRRTY &lt;br /&gt;but i now know that u mean to put tami things in a box &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You do like to box the Tami.  So this would be a perfect time.... for example, Tami is in the kitchen with Sylvia doing the lunch thing.  So the desk is empty...Oh I know what you want...ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;heheh you said i like to box the tami &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;shawn  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell has been going on while i was at lunch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;heheh you said i like to box the tami &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;shawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask that you stop stealing from my desk.  If there are things to go in my box (hahahahaha)  I will be the one to supply them.  What goes in my box (hahahahahah) has to first be approved by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tami for being a true friend.... But it is not necesary for you to force Shawn to make me my own box or folder but it really won't mean the same thing.  Its you he like to box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS shawn, there are many cards from other people on tami's desk along with some fun other things Please advise if any of this appeals to new box items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you have some stolen objects from my desk.  Thanks for making this the worst christmas ever.  That magnet was what made christmas special for me.  I also hear there may be stolen goods out there that have already made it to yourself, or are perhaps on their way to you.  All you have to do is ask and you may have things to put in my box.  I will not be friends with thieves such as yourselves.  I feel as though I don't even know you guys anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teej (of Teej and only Teej)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally seeing what is going on here.  You are stealing from me yet you tell me about it.  You are trying to make me hate you and therefore eventually hate Shawn.  I will have you know that I will never turn my back (or box) on Shawn.  You can stop stealing from me Leon, for I will supply him with the goods.  It is time to cut out the middle man....goodbye forever Noel.  Thanks for introducing me to my new friend.  Your services are no longer needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about...you would have never ever know the snowman was missing if it wasn't for those medalling kids AKA Sly.  You don't even know if anything more is missing, and you even checked.  How important are these objects to you if you don't even know they are gone... At some point you will need to let go and realize that it is only a material thing and the bond that holds this friend ship together is much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL IS MY LIPSTICK??????  I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU STOLE IT FOR MY BOX I WILL KILL YOU.  IF SHE HAS ALREADY GIVEN IT TO YOU SHAWN, MAY I PLEASE HAVE IT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore my previous email.  The lipstick in question has been located.  Shawn, I must ask that you no longer communicate with Leon.  She is a liar.  A liar and a thief.  She will only hurt you in the end.  Or steal from you.  Do not turn your back on her for she will steal your goods or stab you in the back.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will give you a few moments to say your goodbyes.  You no longer need her for I have lots of fun stuff planned for us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teej (of Teej and Shawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry that you are feeling this way Noel, but from what I hear it&lt;br /&gt;won't be a problem after about a month or so.  I am told that is when Shawn&lt;br /&gt;will grow tired of me and you may have him all to yourself once again.  I&lt;br /&gt;have advised him that perhaps we should cut all ties now to avoid the&lt;br /&gt;awkwardness in a month or so.  If this is a pattern of his Leon, perhaps we&lt;br /&gt;should both set him free now and you and I can build upon our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It's really for his own good for he has become addicted to the Teej too&lt;br /&gt;quickly and will probably burn out in no time.  Noel, I must ask that the&lt;br /&gt;next time you are at his home you steal the "Teej" box for I do not want him&lt;br /&gt;rocking himself to sleep each night while holding my card and poppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel, you mean more to me than life itself and it pains me to see you this&lt;br /&gt;way.  If we are to ditch him I must ask that you bump up the computer use&lt;br /&gt;for he feeds a need that I have and I will need you to do the same.  There&lt;br /&gt;must be a minimum of 10 emails daily and you must be prepared to converse&lt;br /&gt;with me constantly via MSN.  If you can guarantee these things I am ready to&lt;br /&gt;move forward with out friendship.  If you cannot, then I am sorry but it's&lt;br /&gt;me and Shawn....at least for the next month anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I would like to say that you guys have given me the best week of&lt;br /&gt;my life and I will cherish it always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Teej (of Teej, Noel and Shawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello frineds I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my problem is a bit different then you both.  Yes you both are&lt;br /&gt;compulsive obsessive people and I am not.  My problem is a bit different&lt;br /&gt;then yours.  Yes I know you both thought I was perfect but its true I am&lt;br /&gt;not...pretty close mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I may not wake up every morning and rush into work just to open my&lt;br /&gt;email because I don't have a computer at home, and I may not get up early&lt;br /&gt;every morning even on my days off just to see if I have any mail.  But I do&lt;br /&gt;have a Problem...Yes I know its hard to comprehend that I Noel of no one has&lt;br /&gt;a problem.  But its true, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so I get a bit jealous from time to time, I sure its really not as&lt;br /&gt;compulsive as you both.  It's not like I follow people to see what there&lt;br /&gt;doing with out me, or hack on to peoples emails to see if there talking&lt;br /&gt;about me.  Well maybe just one time.  But that was a special situation!!! My&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend just cheated on my 6 times really...the poor guy, I think they&lt;br /&gt;have now released him from Riverview.  Anyways, don't worry about me I will&lt;br /&gt;keep my jealousy to a minimum, just because I slowly get pushed out of the&lt;br /&gt;picture doesn't mean anything, It won't bother me I won't hunt you both&lt;br /&gt;down..My roommate is a cop, I don't have access to a gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry with me because Its a sickness and I have no control.  I am&lt;br /&gt;not angry with you because of your compulsive disorders.  Sure we may be&lt;br /&gt;different and we each have our own disorder of some sort.   But this doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean we all can't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dearest Noel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are correct that our initial intentions were in fact to stalk each other.  But clearly we have found a best friend in one another.  There is something magical that you cannot deny.  As for stealing, I have informed Shawn that I will gladly give him things to put in my box.  He understands this.  Therefore thievery is not required.  Unless Shawn still wants you to steal stuff for said box.  In that case it is fine.  It makes it a little more dangerous.......That way I will always wonder what is in my box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelene, stop trying to medle in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really don’t know where to go with this any more?  Shawn do you want me to get you stuff for your box or not?  Please just speak freely and let me know.  Or do I have to start going out and purchasing new things and pretend they are Tami’s so you can carry on with your day-to-day life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel that you both have somewhat steered off track of the intent of the original phone conversation.  I am pretty sure Tami was supposed to be looking for you or finding out where you lived and or worked and I was not supposed to help her.  When I came into work the following day the understanding was still clear but then Tami asked for Shawn’s email address.  This was never off limits and truthfully she harassed me all day until I gave it to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All I what to know is….WHEN…tell me when the real stocking is starting?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS. I think Tami may have stole my headset…I thought we discussed that office supplies were off limits.!!! DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that's funny.  I just came to my mother house and discovered my brother and one of his friends drinking.....guess what?  You guessed it.  Teej now has a crown box that is being renamed the Shawn box.  I swear to god I damn neared soiled myself.  FYI Shawn, this does of course mean you will need to start giving me things to put in said box.  I expect many things from you so I am already looking for a second box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to receive all the stuff from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn I just want you to know I walked over to Shawn at our works desk and he also has the same Tami box...its a bit scary really, so many people with identical Tami boxes...what is next Tami Tattoos, Tami shirts, Tami shoes??!  The only difference is that he seems to have alcohol in his Tami box apposed to actual Tami paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Stop getting me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS. STOP GETTING ME IN TROUBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI....I kinda like the "Tami" tattoo thing.  Shawn, any chance of that?  If you really were my best friend you would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "we" can all learn a lesson, I think you mean "you" can  learn a lesson.  The lesson being that you must not mess with the Teej.  You have no one to blame but yourself for what has happened to you this afternoon.  This time it was your headset, next time I may tamper with your breaks.  I told you before Noelene, you can't mess with mine and Shawn's friendship.  I believe it was an act of god that brought us together.  Stop being jealous and leave us alone.  You have Michelle.  Shawn is now mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate me.  I may be bipolar.  I do not know what I want anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure...maybe because my email is crap...but does it matter anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright fine. thank you for keeping me entertained.  who is this dog that you speak of?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, because you have OCD, this is the last email I will send you....so that mean you will receive nohting after this until tomorrow...Shawn do you understand this.  Go walk the poor dog, before people get worried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps..i like the genital warts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know shawn is alive.  he has just made contact.  i guess that means i no longer need you.  thanks for everything.  if he does die though, i will once again welcome you with open arms....but only if he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Noel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am sorry about the bastard.  (the bleeding asshole guy, not Shawn)  Is it wrong that I kinda hope Shawn bleeds from the asshole a little bit?  Sorry Shawn, but you angered me.  Angry Teej has come out to play.  I hope someone doesn't break into your home and shove your ipod up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Noelene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So typical of him...I understand and its ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ... Still shaking from bastard on phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is home but is playing with his ipod.  i'm not sure if it really is an ipod or if he has named his genitalia "ipod".  i am not sure of what he is actually playing with.  I am gonna say that it is the electronic device for he is my best friend and I will not think of him treating his body like an amusement park ride.  That would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must now go home and play with my cat.  By cat I mean Ruby, and not my genitalia...hahahahahaha....god I crack me up.  Sometimes it's so hard being this hilarious.  I can barely stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow Noel.  Please don't forget to tell me about the bleeding rectum for I am giddy with anticipation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok really this is the last one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern I do look forward to discuss at great length tomorrow.  Again I don't know if Shawn really is home or not because not once was contact made with me...but i would not expect more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go walk dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note....since the un-necessary removal of my head set...there has been some system problems. For example the receiver part that I talk into is now positioned at my nose...customers just can't seem to hear me.  There also seems to be some plastic thing protruding from the right side of my head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that no Tami or Noelenes are to get hurt, destroyed or tossed aside in this game.  All items that are removed are to be cared for like it was their own...for example they can be placed in a box for safekeeping.  We can all learn a lesson from this traumatic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very funny.  In fact I am still laughing.  How come your email doesn't show what you are responding to.  Therefore I can only assume that you are saying that the funny thing was the crown box that my brother has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, that is really funny...hahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so I am not sure why I posted that and I am hoping there are know doubles....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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I drove out to Surrey enjoying the amazing weather, I brought some towels over and took advantage of having a washer and dryer to use.  It was pretty late by this time and thought I would call around and see if anyone from the Delta crew was up to doing anything as I didn't really want to drive all the way home after driving all the way out there.  So I go a hold of Nicole and I grabbed a DVD from Robyns HUGE collection and we went and watched Swingers.  Then I went home and had a hard time getting to sleep as it was super hot that night.  Two cold showers later It was nice and comfy in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up and went out side and basked in the sun while listening to The Faith, then I had another cold shower...really I do love the heat but I also like to be cool.  Tonight was the night we are supposed to be going out for Nicole's Birthday, its just the girls and plans have already changed a few times.  Initially we were supposed to be going to Bimmini's on 4th, then to the Roxy then to Sky Bar all fine by me, then Lauren's friend Jen (who was supposed to have her birthday on Friday) changed her mind and decided they were going out Saturday night, so Lauren wasn't going to be able to join us at the bar.  Soooo we yet again changed the plans and we ended up going to the Mirage in Surrey (wow it was a Surrey kind of weekend) any ways first I packed a bag and figured I have to go feed Robyns fish again so why not just bring all my clothes and makeup and get ready at Nicole's.  So I pack everything and jump into my car and drive out to Surrey yet again, The fish were doing great, I fed them and then watched channel 59 which are the security camera'a What fun this was as it seems to be moving day and HOT guys were involved.  After a hard afternoon of watching hot sweaty guys I headed out with Nicole and we did some shopping then back to her place to get ready for a night out.  So it ended up being Laura, Nicole, Lauren, Lindsay and Myself for diner, then Lauren headed off to Jenn's and the rest of us headed to the Mirage.  We stood in line for what was way to long then we finally said Fuck it, why wait this long to get into what is only a Surrey club at that, so then we all started to walk away when one of the bouncers comes running after us saying wait don't leave...he then offered us free cover and we took it...really it was 11:40 what else were we going to do.  So he asks us all for our ID's and we grab them.. fuck were the oldest people here...and fuck I don't seem to have my ID, he let me in anyway..I mean come on im 27, so we head in and we had a solid night of 21 and  23 year olds trying to pick us up...it was kind of cute..if only they new how much older we were.  Ok so after a night of Lind's and I cutting down half the bar we headed back to Nicoles where I ended up crashing around 4:30 then getting up the next morning at 9.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I was already in Surrey so I was off to Robyns to change my laundry over and clean myself up a bit.  Shawn phoned and wanted to do breakfast, I was happy to do so and also to get all the juice on the newest girl Angie who he picked up on the skytrain.  So I picked him up at Skytrain and for some reason we drove all the way downtown to have breakfast at Denny's on Davey...yes there is a Denny's in Surrey and one in the COQ, we also passed the one on Burrard but we ended up on Davey...And it was shit..note to self don't go back to Denny's.  So after that we stopped off at my place because I was still baffled as to where my driver's license was as I can't remember the last time I used it...It was in my jean's Kristy ann and I had went to the cheese...see drunken blog post..  after that quick stop we went back to Shawn's and both napped on the couches then I realized the time, I had to pick up my Grandma and drive out to White Rock for a BBQ at mom's and make a quick stop at Robyns to pick up the last of my laundry as she is back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a good BBQ It was Ma, Gram, Tammy, Shawna, Michelle and her boyfriend Travis and myself.  We had some good hamburgers and some good conversations.  One being the rejection of Michelle's piercing...Ouch, I was always worried about that when I had my nipple done!!! Lucky for me its all good, because she has a nice scar on her belly button.  Well was exhausted by this point, Shawn had also called to mention that he was going to the Snoop Dogg concert...the last time I went to a Snoop concert it was horrible...I like him, but he's bad when he is by himself...So I am still waiting to here how that went...hopefully no gangster boys ruffed him up and showed him what a real gang bang is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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He decided that this land further further away would help in his future to create a better life for him and his family he will one day have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in preparation for his trip he decided to make the long haul to the land further further away with as little of his prize positions as possible and by doing this he started to offer out his belongings to all the other creatures in the land of far far away.  One particular instance seems to stand out in this storyteller’s mind…it may be because of the direct impact it had…but one will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convenience of Bart leaving at this time was great for one due to the fact that another creature was also moving (but staying with in the land of far far away) and this one creature lets call her Nora was struggling to fill her apartment with furniture necessities to sleep and sit on.  When Bart came forward and offered a bed to sleep on…sure Nora was a little skeptic…who knew what mileage it had.  But when Nora came to his dwellings and laid her eyes upon the sweet red velvet couches she fell in love at once…(despite the odd odour coming from the other room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this immediate time Nora put forth an offer and made it clear that she loved the couches and would take them.  Nora then set off to find her room partner who she would have to bestow the couch upon.  It was the last step in the final approval.  Two days had passed when Nora was finally able to call Bart and confirm that the sweet velvet red couches were to be hers and that’s when he broke the news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this part of the story is hard to tell because of the sad tragic out come…when that call was placed a shaky voice said…oh you wanted the couches sorry I didn’t really think you did and I sold them to my friend.  Then there was a thud and that was Nora’s heart coming to a sudden stop.  Bart felt her pain but still was able to offer the bed.  Nora accepted and as the days past slowly got over the love of the sweet red velvet couches that she almost had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as part of the healing process Nora decided to go out and buy a brand new couch even know it wasn’t in the budget…but it would help her get through this hard time.  So after spending $2500.00 on brand new couches the pain went away and she was able to forgive Bart and move on with her life…Until the day after she bought the couches she was making her way home when her phone rang…and who was it on the other end of that call…yes that’s right it was Bart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news he says… my friend no longer wants the sweet velvet red couches and they are yours!!  Their was an lengthy silence and then a little whimper…that’s when Nora brook the news…I just bought new couches!!!  “oh” said Bart “are you sure” Nora was sure but now Bart had to find someone to take the sweet red velvet couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So with that I end this story saying…RIP sweet velvet red couches we will miss you greatly and if you every want to understand the love for the couches you can go visit them at the North Delta dump…or just rub up against Sylvia’s leg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End                         .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer’s notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feeling Bart, its just a story worth telling.  All the best, we will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Noelene Gagne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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Yes my computer is from the 90's and yes its a P.O.C. but its my link, it gets me my W.W.W. fix...and I need my fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lets start from Friday (computer worked fine)was having a nice relaxing evening at home, something like tonight (with less naps) and then around 10:30 after I had my walk my sushi and done my laundry...the phone rang. It was Kristyanne she wanted me to pick her up as she was not able to drive.  So I go downtown to pick her and her boss up, I drop him off and then we discuss the Roxy..?  We came home changed and left, it was pretty late and the U2 concert was that night so DT was just crazy.  But she has her connections and she was able to hug our way past the line and in for free.  Then we went to her bartender who was super and who treated us to many drinks...That's us and Nickel Back of coarse.  Nickel Back was also there and we hung out at the bar with them, shared a couple shots and then we went on our way.  I got home at 3:30 that night and must admit was drunk, I had to get up and drive Kristyanne to her car...Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday after dropping Kristyanne off I drove over to Shawn's to attempt once again to submit my taxes net file style...I was not able to do it but did advance in getting a net file number and I left the job in Shawn's capable hands.  We also headed out for some breakfast and a bit of running around as I had to pick up some things before watching my niece and nephew at Shawna's.  So I got everything I needed and headed out to Langley...way out in Langley hung out and played with Cole and Saje and had some fun getting Cole to sleep as the poor little guy (7 mths) is teething AND had a cold.  But in time he went down...yet another late night, I crashed at Shawna's house and then got up and did some cleaning and had breaky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I picked Shawn up at King George Skytrain (Shawn loves Surrey) and then we drove out to the states...We decided to take the peace arch crossing instead of the truck crossing...first mistake.  There was a huge line up and it took some time for us to get through. But we did enjoy the entertainment.  Yoga traffic Streching lady, We need some more pictures of the grass and the arch Asian Family and friends and the best of all US boarder crossing sticking a towel of drugs into the truck beside us and waiting for the drug dogs to find it...And we have to say...job well done!!  So as we finally go across the line we stop at the first out let store...the place is dead...wow it used to thrive on the Canadian Dollar.  Well that was lame then we headed off to the next out let, when I don't remember how, who or why but we decided...screw shopping lets drive to Seattle...Wow didn't realize how long of a drive it really was.   But we got there and walked around the space needle and decided to go into the EMP (Experiment Music Project) it was quite exciting but I don't fell like I want to get into it..maybe just go check out the web site or go yourself.  Then after that we got a bite to eat at Subway and GIANT Starbucks drinks...Giant I say!!  Then we went Down Town and walked and walked and walked.  We were extremely disappointed in the stores and thought there would be way more cool stuff, even the local un-named gay guy on the side of the street with the cool plugs said there were no good stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do what to do...Well we walked around and admired the cleanliness of Seattle...and I am not kidding.  It looks like the alleys had been scrubbed and the bums had been cleaned. (and given cell phones?) But really it was Clean.  So after many hours of that we started to go home, I had to stop in at my step-sisters Birthday in Delta at the Catus Club, then I had to go drop Shawn off then go home change then back to Delta to meet them and then bowling at Excalaber lanes.  All in all it was a really good day...but really tiring one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I had a pretty good weekend.  Wish they could all be fun like that, but I am so tired as I haven't been to bed at a decent hour all week as well...see my week blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All events listed above may be inaccurate or a bit a-skew as the length of time to write them down has been longer then anticipated. Please do not hold any mistakes against me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;


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