tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111241841640757212024-03-13T10:48:11.031-04:00★Addicted★This one's about me...if your looking for Juliette stories, find the Blog titled, "Rug Rat." :)★ Hollie ★http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330439806397060125noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511124184164075721.post-44221400842536700732009-10-05T13:46:00.004-04:002009-10-05T16:14:18.724-04:00Anything but Mustard!!!!!<div style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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I was recently noticing that as I get older, my taste buds are changing.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~<u style="color: red;">Mayonnaise</u> <i>I can't believe how much I hated this in the past!! I never even had a real sandwich until I put mayonnaise on it!!</i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~<u style="color: red;">Seafood</u><i> I have come to terms with Crab Meat & Lobster, all other sea food is still not on my good list.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~<u style="color: red;">Eggplant</u> <i>I still don't know what is so good about this THING</i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~<u style="color: red;">Venison</u> <i>EWE, I like some meat, but eating Bambi is not enjoyable.</i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">~<u style="color: red;">Baked Beans</u><span style="color: red;"> </span><i>Still gross to me, lol</i><br />
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</div><div style="color: red;">This is why I am so disturbed by the recent cravings I'm getting for <i>mustard </i> on a sandwich. I can't believe this!! I <i>Hate </i>mustard!!! This is going against all of my beliefs and creating self doubt. <i>Mustard</i>.... I swore I wouldn't do it. <i>I swore I couldn't do it!! </i><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I feel like I'm at a Mustard's Anonymous meeting, </span><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">Hi my name is Hollie and I HATE mustard. I am not in denial, I really do hate it, or at least I thought I did...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"I will not order anything off of the internet," ( I have my account number, expiration date & security code memorized and yea, I'm <i>that</i> bad).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I am taking all of my money and opening an account at a non-local bank (they only have two branches). The bank I chose is not just any, "unknown" bank, but it is about a 40 minute drive from my house to reach either of their two locations. And not to mention they close daily at 3pm, there are no extended hours..HA! By the time Joe gets home everyday, it will be too late to get money...</span><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">To me, my plan seems flawless!! I know I will not be driving 40 minutes a pop just to grab some money (not regularly anyways). I have a Ford Explorer, All Wheel drive, V-8, and it's not going to be fun to put the thirty dollars in gas each time i go there. </span><br />
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</div>★ Hollie ★http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330439806397060125noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511124184164075721.post-81775234500563263432009-10-01T15:29:00.006-04:002009-10-02T01:14:16.811-04:00In the Beginning...<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6dT2dXUuKg/SsVD8nM9FiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N5j6mSEcldc/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">I had so much fun creating the "Rug Rat" Blog, I've decided to start another one & this one's for me!<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">I had some trouble deciding were I would begin. I don't want to make this a long, drawn out type of Blog that you don't even want to read, so I'm only telling you the points of interest.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;"> Bare with me it might be a long one...<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">About five years ago when I was still a teen who enjoyed parties, I was at a house that was considered to be the current "hot spot". I could always count on this "hot spot" to have music, people, alcohol & pretty much a "whatever" attitude. So for someone who JUST left mom & dad, it was were I wanted to be!!<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">After a few times of seeing the same drunk people doing the same stupid drunken things, I began to re-think my priorities.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">I mean, how many times can the SAME girl get SO drunk that she takes off ALL of her clothes and start climbing on the furniture??<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">(And NO!!! That girl was not me, I maintain some type of class while drinking).<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">Sick of seeing random stupidity, I decided to sit on the back porch of this so-called "hot spot" to regroup my thoughts.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">It was pitch black outside and I couldn't see anything. I found myself to a chair and sat down wondering if any of these people would ever care to have a sober conversation (sadly the answer is no).<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">That's when I realized I wasn't alone. A voice spoke through the darkness.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">A guys voice. "Whats a girl like you doing at a place like this?"<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">"What do you mean a girl like me?" I should have asked him why he was hiding in the dark...but I was struck more by the compliment from a mysterious stranger... :)<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">The voice from the dark responded,"Your not like the other girls. You hold yourself different, you act differently and you seem like your better then this party scene."<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">This was completely shocking to me. ME? He was talking about me??? hahahaha. Before I even thought about a logical response, I blurted, <br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">"I can't even see you, how do you know who I am???....have we met?"<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">"Yea, I've met you once or twice. I don't need light to be able to tell who I am talking to." He sounded so calm and at ease. <br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">I started to let go of my initial tension that was brought on by an unknown man in the dark. For some reason I felt comfortable with this mystery man & we began chatting...even though we couldn't see each other and I had no clue who he was.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">Our conversation was brief though, the voice from the dark left about 15 minutes later when his ride pulled in.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">As he walked to the car, i remember staring at him trying to figure out what he looked like, but of course the headlights from the car made this impossible . <br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">I had met a guy who was different from all of the losers I had been meeting prior to him. He was nice, sincere & funny. We could hold long conversations and we got along great. I had hung out with him a few times and was really beginning to like him.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">It was late June and I had just turned nineteen. I had received a phone call from this guy I was interested in, he asked me if I wanted to go camping with him, his brother, his brother's girlfriend and their kids. I decided it sounded like fun and said, "Sure, I'll go!"<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">When we arrived at the campsite it was already dark out and they had a fire going. Joe, was the name of the guy who invited me. We sat by the fire chatting with his brother and girlfriend. It was fun, It felt comfortable, no awkwardness involved.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">When Heather(the girlfriend of Joe's Brother) said she was putting the kids to bed, Joe asked me if I wanted to walk down to the lake with him. I agreed. I always love late night walks, especially near a lake!<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">When we got the lake it was pretty dark, but thanks to the moon, I could see the water glistening. We found a spot on the small beach and sat down. Joe put his arm around me and I still remember the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy!<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">We talked about life and our opinions on it, we also talked about our pasts and got to know a little bit about each other. We stood up and walked around a bit on the beach.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">He threw me into the lake....clothes & all!!! This type of random surprise attack didn't bothered me at all. Even though the water was ICE cold, I swam around and I started laughing and made him come into the water...<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">When he swam out to me, we splashed around like little kids and we were flirting like two love birds.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">The moon was a little brighter now then when we had first arrived to the beach. The water was glistening even more and something in the air gave it a romantic feeling. We kissed and embraced each other in that cold water for a few minutes before decided to head back to camp. On the walk back we held hands and stayed close~with our dripping wet clothes on still.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">Back at camp, I had no other option but to hide behind a truck and change into dry clothes. When we were ready for bed, I climbed into Joe's tent and curled up next to him.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">Now, we all know how men can be when they are alone with a girl that they like(or even a girl that they don't like!!). This was not Joe. He was so respectful of me and was not pushy at all. We kissed for a while and we talked more before going to sleep. It felt wonderful. I felt so comfortable around him, almost like we had already known each other or had been friends before! It was a nice feeling and I knew already that I was falling for him <br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">After camping, we hung out several times at his house, sometimes mine. At the time, I was rooming with 5 other girls, this was not a place were I wanted to take my potential boyfriend. It was a messy, PMS-ish, boring place to be & I didn't want the other girls teasing me while he was over. I would only invite him when I knew the house was only going to have 1 or 2 of my roommates home. lol.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">After seeing him for 2 months, we made it official, we were dating!!!<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">I couldn't be happier!<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">He was so understanding and we could talk for literally hours. From the beginning of our relationship, we had both always felt a scene of comfortableness with each other. It was as if we had already known each other for a long time. I had never, ever felt this comfortable with ANYONE!!<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">After only dating for 4 months, I moved into Joe's, Mom's house with him.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">YES!!! I didn't have to live with the 5 other roommates anymore!!!<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">Things were going great, we were falling in love each other more and more everyday.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">After about two weeks of living together, we were talking one day and Joe had mentioned something about the back porch at the "hot spot" that night.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Then it hit me!!, "That was YOU?" I asked. I was so surprised and in shock. He smiled at me and I continued to go on about it, "I can't believe I didn't figure that out!" I was laughing at him and remembered the voice from the dark. I couldn't believe it was Joe!! He had known all along but for some reason didn't tell me.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">So in conclusion I am either in love with a stalker or just a very romantic man....lol.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;">We are still together and still in love as much as were back then...We have been through some adventures together, such as moving to Florida and other stories....but I will save that for another time.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black;"> Let me know how you liked my story of meeting Joe. Did it get your attention? Or did you have to force yourself to read it?? \<br />
</div><div style="background-color: black;">I'll be adding more tid-bits of our journey daily. We had been through a lot together in our 5 years and stuck it out through the thick & thin...It will be exiting for you to hear!!!<br />
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