<?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-7102795010002902786</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:17.724-07:00</updated><category term='the actual start'/><category term='break up'/><category term='the end'/><category term='Legal Issues? Divorce'/><category term='getaway'/><category term='get a way'/><category term='fall'/><category term='the first date'/><category term='divorce?'/><category term='good times'/><category term='fight'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My time with Saeid Poor Ghorban</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-4880417501258963720</id><published>2008-12-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:07:05.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would I?</title><content type='html'>Why would I want to sit down and have a conversation with you and your wife? All I see happening is me made out to be the bad guy. You lying and me having to defend my self, me being attacked, by both of you.  You placing blame on me, that this is all my fault, when you were the one pursuing me.   You spreading lies, that nothing happened, that I am making it all up.  Or however it is that you want to attack me in front of her to make her believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no need to explain my actions, I believed what you told me. What you repeatedly told me. That she knows, that you and her have an agreement, she’s ok with it. You and her have nothing in common, you sleep in separate rooms, you are not together. Basically that your marriage is a sham, so I bought your lies, I believed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it made sense, as how else could you get away so often? Or be missing so much? So I went along with it. I didn’t question it. I believed you.&lt;br /&gt; Your accusations are unjust.  I blogged yes, but without the link its nearly impossible to find. Send stuff.. …. Please …. There would be nothing to gain by me doing that, quite counter productive, to what I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-4880417501258963720?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4880417501258963720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=4880417501258963720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4880417501258963720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4880417501258963720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-would-i.html' title='Why would I?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-4767143115070242347</id><published>2008-11-25T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:13:56.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I?</title><content type='html'>Have you received your license plate, helmet and gloves? You should have by now. That is all I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to gain by you trying to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interest in talking to your wife.  I will not speak to her. So quit trying. If I had wanted to talk to her I would and could have, I don’t. She has no place in my life, so I do not need to answer to her about anything. I have no need to talk to her, as I don’t care what she has to say. Her opinion, feelings what have you are not my concern. She is not part of my life, and she never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer part of my life. This is by your choice. You chose to remove yourself from my life. You no longer have any say in my life. I chose not to communicate with you. That is my only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave messages, or call, or come by, or even sending letters to my grandmother, it upsets me. I don’t need to be continuously upset by you. It’s like having a steak driven through my heart. Your message of “Looks like you dreams are coming true” caused me to stay in bed for 2 days. As it is a message of false hope, as you don’t understand what my dreams are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abandoned me, so shortly after the loss of our child. You abandoned us, and that is extremely painful. I needed you and you left, without a backwards glance. Which hurts me. You were the only one who might understand that loss, as it is your loss as well. But you can’t talk about it. So maybe there is no loss to you. There will be a candle light memorial in December, not that I want you to attend, but just so that you know, our child that has been lost will be memorialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grieving for the loss of that child, whom has been named, and the loss of you from my life. My friend, my confidant, my love, and my lover, you have no idea, do you of how much you mean to me? Well, that is your loss.  Possibly if you meant less to me this would be easier, but this is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am also angry at you, for leaving, for your harsh words, for wanting me to talk to your wife, for hurting me, not caring about me or our lost child, and for the abstract messages you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me, and continue to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted my grandmother to tell you how I am… I will tell you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, hurt, angry, grieving and at a loss. I cry, then I cry some more.  I miss you. I miss the child I have lost. I miss the future that could have been. And I cry some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-4767143115070242347?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4767143115070242347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=4767143115070242347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4767143115070242347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4767143115070242347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-am-i.html' title='How am I?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-8972898590135881873</id><published>2008-11-12T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:10:56.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tangled web's people weave....</title><content type='html'>..... when one sets out to deceive ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising the lenght's people will go to deceive. Lie for years, spin and tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She knows..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have an arrangement...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the lie become the truth to the lier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when the truth is told does it become the fault of the one who tells the truth? By telling the truth, how are you hurting some one? Because it's not the truth that's hurting them, its the fact they are now aware of the lies that hurts. The lier has caused the pain, the hurt, the deception, not the one who is telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to the hurt of the lies.... The one that tells the truth, as they know it, is no less hurt by the deception, because they have been lied to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blame rests sorely on the shoulders of the lier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes impossible to seperate the truth or the lies from the lier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example; the lier tells you "Why are you taking this so bad? No one else has, the lady in Fort McMurry, the lady in Calgary, the lady in Toronto and the one in the UK, they are all ok with this. Some of them have even spent more time with me than you. Why aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the lie? The other ladies? Is that all of them or is there more? That they are ok with it? That he spent more time with them? Do they exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this the truth? Who can tell? I sure can't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... the tangled web's that are weaved....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-8972898590135881873?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8972898590135881873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=8972898590135881873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8972898590135881873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8972898590135881873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/11/tangled-webs-people-weave.html' title='The tangled web&apos;s people weave....'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-6545846757507823313</id><published>2008-10-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:56:44.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving.... Not</title><content type='html'>So here I am, at the end.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am miserable, spent yesterday and last night crying. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wipped&lt;/span&gt; out I have to get it all out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what all out you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Sigh****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in a trap.... it's lasted since January 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; 2006...... but its over now, though not by my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple isn't, it I fell in love with the wrong man... and of course he broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, he feels the need to get away from me so much, he's is selling all of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; and looking for work in another country....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am moving fro (from?)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Edmonton&lt;/span&gt; and everything because of you in good way. U might like me but we can't be together and u know that very well. I am the problem as always. I know that. I decide to go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he tells me via email....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO warning, just that.... Two weeks ago we were on vacation together having a grand old time.... He flew to the UK came back flew to the US .... and this is what i receive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of in shock right now.... no explaniation nothing... he wont discuss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice isn't it? And for all you girls a warning... he's moving away, leaving me... A warning to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truely for you to make that oppinion I have to start at the beggining .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-6545846757507823313?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6545846757507823313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6545846757507823313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-thanksgiving-not.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving.... Not'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-7540839274480294412</id><published>2008-10-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:07:18.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back</title><content type='html'>So I am getting ready to pick him up at the airport, he's been gone, and he arrives back today, I dress up, spend time doing my hair, putting make up on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive his truck out to the airport, he texts me to see if I am on my way, his flight was a little bit early, I tell him I am on my way. He tells me to take my time. He will wait for me outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick him up and start to head home, we make a detour and stop for dinner... We eat and continue on to my house, he tells me he is tired and needs to go home. I say ok. He leaves, I understand he may be tired, but I hoped he would want to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texts me everyday this week, but for one quick phone call telling me he is in California, I don't really hear from him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot tries to break into my house on Friday, so I got little sleep, I email him my news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So last night I was woken up to the dogs barking at about 2 am and kind of the sound of some one at the door.... So my first sleepy though is that it was you and were having trouble with the door... then I though about it... you might not even be in the country... so looked out the window.... wasn't you... called hello out the window. no answer, yelled at them to go away, no answer, but this guy is banning against my door.... I go down stairs and look at him though the peep hole, no one I know, he is talking to him self, and trying to get in my door... dogs are barking, I am scared.... I call the police they ask do you know this person, I say no, but he is trying to get in my house, he is talking to someone that I cant see. he is weaving back an forth, and I am a little creeped out by this... The police keep calling me back, saying they are on their way, it takes them about 1/2 and hour, they remove the guy from my front step, and I don't know what else... but he is gone, that's all I know. So, didn't fall back asleep till after 3.... but am ok, was just scared... Interesting night though?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get back "From now on I won't show up. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw drops, I clarify to him, that's not what I am saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back "I am going back to my wife. I have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No is my response....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-7540839274480294412?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7540839274480294412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=7540839274480294412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7540839274480294412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7540839274480294412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-8533635170534378951</id><published>2008-09-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:05:28.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getaway'/><title type='text'>Trip to BC</title><content type='html'>I have dropped the dogs off at the kennel, went to a job interview, and by noon I am ready to head out. I call him, and let him know I am good to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do some running around in town and head out. Driving... no real plans on where we are going and when we will stop. Through Calgary, and on to Banff, do we stop here or continue on.... We continue on to Radium, it's dark its raining (off and on) and we are on winding mountain roads. We stop at a few road side turnouts, not for the view (as there wasn't one to see) but for a not what they were designed for stop....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOqCNiXeKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnXcZNmtFCw/s1600-h/DSCF0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256732145041766562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOqCNiXeKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnXcZNmtFCw/s320/DSCF0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We make it to Radium Hot Springs and take a room in the hotel above the springs. We head off to the springs.... We play in the pool.... we talk .... we run back to our room (man was it cold out) In the room we continue ( well at least this is not unusual in a hotel room) Eventually falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;We wake up the next morning continue last nights activities from the bed, to the chair to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we pack up and decide to hit the road... we will head to Gol&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOuOKNw40I/AAAAAAAAABI/VxYUAileVqI/s1600-h/DSCF0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256736748354986818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOuOKNw40I/AAAAAAAAABI/VxYUAileVqI/s320/DSCF0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;den and off to Kelowna... maybe? Through the town of Radium we spot a hitch hiker that we slow down for but don't quite stop for.... lol .... Big horned sheep...... so off we drive for about an hour or so and stop in Golden, to have breakfast.... Fill up the truck and head out on the highway again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving during the day is not nearly as entertaining as driving at night, we look at the sites, and enjoy being together, laughter comes easily and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach Kelowna... and stop at the go carts for some racing.... The first lap I did well, after that he kicked my ass (well he is the crazier driver) ....lol Do we look for a hotel or do we keep going... I suggest to keep going Kelowna is so large now lets go to Pentiction, we stop and look up how long it would take us to drive to Seattle, about 6, 6 and a 1/2 hours.... We go on to Pentiction. I suggest we say here so not to have so many hours of driving back when we head home. I want to relax, and am tired of spending the days in the truck (the nights are fun, days are ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOyRNUVITI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6jHRpXHQhBY/s1600-h/Pentiction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256741198773952818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOyRNUVITI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6jHRpXHQhBY/s320/Pentiction.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentiction is beautiful, smaller than Kelowna, and not as busy, we spend our time checking out the town, shopping, dinning, visiting wineries, swimming and in our hotel room, enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a perfect getaway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home, 11 hours, was ok, it's always a little sad to be heading home. We had some fun on the drive ;)..... He dropped me off, he went to his home. The next morning I picked up my dogs and took him to the airport as he told me he had some things to take care of over seas.... He left me his truck, and he flew off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-8533635170534378951?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8533635170534378951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=8533635170534378951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8533635170534378951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8533635170534378951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-bc.html' title='Trip to BC'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPOqCNiXeKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QnXcZNmtFCw/s72-c/DSCF0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-7000973562337196379</id><published>2008-09-08T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:05:56.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce?'/><title type='text'>Hmmm... Intresting News</title><content type='html'>So as we lay in bed this morning, his cell phone rings.... I can hear the voice on the other end " this is so and so from whatever lawyers office calling... You called us about your divorce? We have a couple of questions.... Is there any custody issues "No" he says, they go on with the question and answer period. He makes an appointment to go in and see them for 11:00 am this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... In my mind I am going WHOOO HOOO! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want him to marry me... I just want to be able to stop lying to all of my friends and family on who I an seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-7000973562337196379?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7000973562337196379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=7000973562337196379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7000973562337196379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7000973562337196379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmm-intresting-news.html' title='Hmmm... Intresting News'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-8838380512271301425</id><published>2008-09-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:05:56.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up Vist to OB/GYN</title><content type='html'>My appointment with my doctor, went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told about my operation, the pregnancy that they removed was 3cm x 3cm, they could not confirm how many weeks pregnant i was as they did not have the ultra sound report. That there was mover than a liter of blood to remove as well as assorted blood clots. they opened my fallopian tube to remove the pregnancy it began hemorrhaging, they used the laser to stop the hemorrhaging, when they were done, there was too much scarring for them to leave the tube, so they removed it. they left the ovary, they checked over my uterus and my other tube they both looked normal. they closed my incision.&lt;br /&gt;They told me that tubal pregnancies are not uncommon, it could happen for a variety of reasons, or no reason at all. It could be in part my age, as eggs travel slower as a women ages, it could be cause of a infection, because of heredity, or many other factors. I should be able to become pregnant again. But if i to i have to be careful, i must have an early ultra sound to check that it is not an other tubal pregnancy. I cannot conceive as easily now because i have lost a tube. There is a 30% chance or having and other tubal pregnancy as i have already have had one.&lt;br /&gt;They did an exam of my puncture scars, did a internal exam, checking my ovary's and uterus, and did a pap test where they scrape cells from my cervix, i was told every thing looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry i am irritable/sad. I am not dealing with the past 2 months very well. I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-8838380512271301425?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8838380512271301425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=8838380512271301425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8838380512271301425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8838380512271301425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-up-vist-to-obgyn.html' title='Follow Up Vist to OB/GYN'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-4801153487964995667</id><published>2008-07-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:30:52.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my worst days ever</title><content type='html'>So, here I am in the Hospital. Awaiting my ultra sound, am still in pain, just found out that I am pregnant (well 8 hours ago).... they have wheeled me down to the ultra sound department.... And I wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is my turn, I have to get off my stretcher and on to another one for them to be able to do the test. The ultra sound tech starts the test, she is looking around... See something and goes to get the Doctor.... He explains to me where my pregnancy is (not in my uterus) but in one of my tubes, it has burst the tube and I am bleeding internally. There is more than a liter of blood...&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy will have to be terminated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They role me out of the room... I begin to cry.... I have never been pregnant before, my first pregnancy and I am going to loose it.... there is not other option, the other choice is bleeding to death, and I still haven't told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call my parents to let them know, that no they will not be grandparents again, I am crying... I call Kelsey to fill her in and so that she will let work know... I call him, I tell him that I am bleeding internally, and need to have surgery, but I will be ok, he starts to ask why I am bleeding internally.... But I cut him off, I want to tell him, yet I don't want him to know of my failure to do such a simple thing, as well as I don't want to worry him more.... He was extremely worried the night before, and as there is nothing that can be done, why worry him more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I come out of surgery empty, and sad.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He visits, and I fell better... My grandmother tells me I can always have more.... I am so sad, I lost something I didn't even know I had. Didn't even realize I wanted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPYjSrpi0ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzrtIEIfaVY/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257428418863223186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPYjSrpi0ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzrtIEIfaVY/s320/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flowers he brings me are beautiful.... I text him to thank him.... I get back &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"U r welcome. pretty Angi. Get well soon. OK"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 more days in the hospital.... more pain but not all of it is physical.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-4801153487964995667?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4801153487964995667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/4801153487964995667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-my-worst-days-ever.html' title='One of my worst days ever'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPYjSrpi0ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/zzrtIEIfaVY/s72-c/DSCF0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-7207730866285447732</id><published>2008-07-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:05:56.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>OMG ... I am in pain.... have to get to the hospital ....</title><content type='html'>So a normal Tuesday, or so it starts that way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11am, something goes snap.... I am in pain.... I try to get some work done.... too much pain, I go to the on site medic.... She cant find anything wrong with me, suggests I lay down for a while, I do. I don't know if I felt better or had gotten better with dealing with the pain, but I go back to my desk. I don't how but I make it for about an hour, but I have to go home, I can barely get in the truck taking me off site, or even drive home.... But I make it there. I need to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get text messages from him, wondering if I am ok... How does he know that I am not that he is asking? I reply no, I am not. Eventually I call him and tell him I am at home, he wants to take me to the hospital, I want to wait, what if this is the flu and passes.... I would look silly then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I alternate between feeling like I am going to vomit and breaking out in a sweat. I passed out for awhile on my cold bathroom floor. I am not getting better. I call him to come and take me to the hospital, come and get me in a hour, I wanted time to get dressed. I called my parents and Kelsey so that they would know where I am going (my parents were out of town and it would take them hours to get in)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes it, I can barely walk..... but I make it to the cab. (who's driving I think is going to kill me before we even get to the hospital) But we make it to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital admits me, and I am quickly taken in to a room. I think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crohn's&lt;/span&gt; disease is attacking me.... Figure I need surgery.... The hospital begins to do tests....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours later my parents show up, and he leaves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an other hour, the Doctor returns and tells me all that they can find wrong with me is that I am pregnant... I tell then NO I am not, I just had my period.... My parents (future grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grampa&lt;/span&gt;) look thrilled... The Doctor says yes you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... fine....but pregnancy isn't suppose to hurt like this, there has to be something else wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were going to send me home, scheduled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt; sound for the next morning, but decided to do a quick bed side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt; sound. All of a sudden I am not going home, they want me to stay but they are not telling me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even told him that I am pregnant yet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-7207730866285447732?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7207730866285447732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/7207730866285447732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-am-in-pain-have-to-get-to.html' title='OMG ... I am in pain.... have to get to the hospital ....'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-299142353600341772</id><published>2008-01-20T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:07:57.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He needs to get away</title><content type='html'>It is my understanding that she invites people for the weekend so that he stays home and plays "good husband". Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; they only way she can get him to hang around the house. They have moved to the west end, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rutherford&lt;/span&gt; is empty. He takes the company to the movie's tells them he has already seen that one, he will go to another. He has me meet him there, we go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rutherford&lt;/span&gt; house, and make love in front of the fire place. I have been in the house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; times, we have done it on the couch, on the bed, and in the shower, now in front of the fire place. He makes sure the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; are closed, as he doesn't want the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; to see. Eventually his phone rings, I have to take him back the company is waiting for him, they cant find him. So I drive him back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-299142353600341772?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/299142353600341772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=299142353600341772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/299142353600341772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/299142353600341772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-needs-to-get-away.html' title='He needs to get away'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-1915967160595987454</id><published>2007-12-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:09:08.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get a way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><title type='text'>Hood Christmas Party in Jasper</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257778986901097746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPdiIbXAzRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kpGmwYgwcXE/s320/20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came with me to my work's christmas party this year. Yeah! A weekend in Jasper. So I headed out early and checked into the hotel. Got together with my co-workers and waited for him to arrive. Yeah! Finally he's here. He wants to know is Jack and Theresa here (Jack workes with him and his"wife), I said yes they are but they brought thier kids, so will not be going out with the rest of us. So out we go to enjoy the night life in Jasper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit the dead dog, where we see Dan Campbel have a drink and continue on. To the whistle stop, have a drink and continue on... then off to Sneeky Pete's, we are enjoying our selves, but it is getting late, so we decide to head back to the hotel.... We walk past the Atha-be and wave to Suzanne and Ginny and off to the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were loud (maybe just me) that night I hoped none of my co-wokers were in the rooms next to us, eventually falling asleep. Woke up in the morning, had sex... then he dr&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPdhQk5zluI/AAAAAAAAABs/7PYj0JkCnvk/s1600-h/000_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257778027390277346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPdhQk5zluI/AAAAAAAAABs/7PYj0JkCnvk/s320/000_0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opped a bomb shell... he had to go back for tonight, Janice was comming over for dinner, and he had to make it. I told him Jancie is going to the house party in your neighbour hood, when your "wife" asked her to drop by, Janice jokingly said, on her way home. She is not comming over for dinner... There is no reason for you to head home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got dressed. I took this as he came back from the shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out for breakfast he said he had to be home by noon... I said it 9:30 your not going to make it, just stay. We argued some more. He left, he texted me later, as Jancie did not come over for dinner and he was alone at home cause his "wife" went to the house party down the block. He did not go with her.... I told him he just should have stayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-1915967160595987454?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1915967160595987454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=1915967160595987454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/1915967160595987454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/1915967160595987454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2007/12/hood-christmas-party-in-jasper.html' title='Hood Christmas Party in Jasper'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPdiIbXAzRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kpGmwYgwcXE/s72-c/20071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-8943908938183736695</id><published>2007-10-31T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:08:32.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Mother?</title><content type='html'>Saeid: come closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie : shall i sit on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: look at web cam&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: i want say something u wont beleive&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: look at me again&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: i just realize u look like my mother&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: seriously&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie : its possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: say anything&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: please&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: look at me&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: u r&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: i cant beleive it&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: u r so like her&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: but how come i never noticed may be light d a\&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: come to center&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: please&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: last time i waas thinking of her was on her stone Aug&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: ]i dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: she was 25 almost when she got killed&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: look at me please&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: smle&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: smile&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: natural y&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: you know i have no photos from my family&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: few from other family only&lt;br /&gt;Saeid: sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-8943908938183736695?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8943908938183736695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=8943908938183736695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8943908938183736695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/8943908938183736695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2007/10/his-mother.html' title='His Mother?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-1370381255974879904</id><published>2007-09-27T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:07:54.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal Issues? Divorce'/><title type='text'>Instant Message Conversation</title><content type='html'>Him: More important.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Which I can not do whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Like before.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I need a break time&lt;br /&gt;Him: My mind super busy.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Good ? Bad ?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No clue.&lt;br /&gt;Me: why&lt;br /&gt;Him: I have tostop lots of fun I had.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I need more concentration.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I told u.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I have a comitment to do.&lt;br /&gt;Me: no... mabey you told some one else but not me&lt;br /&gt;Him: U r funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: no not being funny&lt;br /&gt;Me: news to me&lt;br /&gt;Him: I told that. My minf is super busy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Me: what does all this mean/&lt;br /&gt;Me: you don't want to have anything to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: when did you tell me that/&lt;br /&gt;Him: I might not see u&lt;br /&gt;Him: Or see u as before&lt;br /&gt;Me: why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: exactly why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Not u&lt;br /&gt;Him: It is me&lt;br /&gt;Me: so you dont like me any more&lt;br /&gt;Me: is that what you are saying&lt;br /&gt;Him: Come on&lt;br /&gt;Me: well what are you saying&lt;br /&gt;Him: For me.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I can not be with u as befor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: why not?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I can go out with u. C u shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Him: But no relation as before. U know&lt;br /&gt;Me: why not?&lt;br /&gt;Him: As I am afraid I can't hold it&lt;br /&gt;Me: can't hold what/&lt;br /&gt;Him: Like last time. I won't come to ur place&lt;br /&gt;Him: My dick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i don't see a problem&lt;br /&gt;Me: whats the proble3m?&lt;br /&gt;Him: So deal.&lt;br /&gt;Me: deal with what?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Not to have relation for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what do you mean for a while?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok. I got some problem in house&lt;br /&gt;Him: I have to sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Legally.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Him: So I don't want anything disturb.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I have some internal problem.&lt;br /&gt;Him: To resolve them I need time and no&lt;br /&gt;Him: Outside relation might cause problem.&lt;br /&gt;Me: your being vauge&lt;br /&gt;Him: Vauge? Mean&lt;br /&gt;Me: non specific&lt;br /&gt;Him: I can't more&lt;br /&gt;Him: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I am mean dumass&lt;br /&gt;Him: I am dead&lt;br /&gt;Him: By brain&lt;br /&gt;Him: I know I have none&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-1370381255974879904?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1370381255974879904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=1370381255974879904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/1370381255974879904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/1370381255974879904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2007/09/instant-message-conversation.html' title='Instant Message Conversation'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-9088362467162194284</id><published>2007-03-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:06:28.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Ontario</title><content type='html'>It is snowing when I wake up... The roads are horrible, I have to drop the dogs off at my parents and get to the airport. There are cars in the ditch everywhere, I am afraid I am not going to make it. He is already at the airport, waiting.... I am trying to get there in time. I finally get there find a parking spot and run in... I cant find my confirmation, I am texting him for it... He's already cleared security and cant come back out. I get the confirmation, am glad that my bags are both carry on.... I head for the security area.... Its lined up. I bet there are 70 people in line. The security looks at my ticket, and sends me through the short line, in hopes that I would make my plane... I make it though just as they are calling the boarding of my flight. We are not sitting together. Flying all the way to Toronto on the same plane but no where near each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive, and have to wait for his luggage, rent a car, and off we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do some of his running around, and eventually he drops me off at the hotel... he has more running around to do (he use to live there). So off he goes... I am tired, I have a drink in the bar... head up to the pool and sauna... and go to sleep... He wakes me when he gets in... We talk we make plans for the next day.... We enjoy each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning is fun, we continue from the night before, and get ready to start our day... I tease him about his ironing, ask him if he wants to do mine.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops me off at the ROM and I explore Toronto... I chose not to do his running around with him that day. He does his running around and we meet back up at the hotel. We head off to do some shopping, and discuss going to a night club... I say lets hit the pool instead (he may have ran around all day in the car but I walked). We eat and hit the pool... We have the pool to out selves so we enjoy playing in it. And head back up to our room.... We make plans for the next day out to the falls... Enjoy our evening in our room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPTubair4JI/AAAAAAAAABc/mpkID4f4gDs/s1600-h/00920017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257088819796893842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPTubair4JI/AAAAAAAAABc/mpkID4f4gDs/s320/00920017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive out to the falls stopping in a small town... they had a hat shop... we were in there an hour trying on hats, just being silly... We took a horse drawn carriage ride around town, and headed off to the falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time at the falls and in the town.... I doubled my money at the casino... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper and decided to head back to Toronto... It was snowing .... a 118 km trip took 4 hours... Finally we made it back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had running around to do... so I slept in, got ready had breakfast in the hotel, packed up (all of the shopping I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out... he's looking at the bill "I thought you had breakfast" I did... "it's not on the bill?" Oh... well I payed for it... sorry, it was only breakfast... I am laughing... What else am I to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-9088362467162194284?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9088362467162194284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=9088362467162194284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/9088362467162194284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/9088362467162194284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-to-ontario.html' title='Trip to Ontario'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPTubair4JI/AAAAAAAAABc/mpkID4f4gDs/s72-c/00920017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-2054234472393284498</id><published>2006-08-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:06:28.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Water Rafting - 2006</title><content type='html'>Janice calls my desk and invites me to go rafting with her one weekend, I say sure. Let's make it a girls trip, inviting Bridgitte, Micah, some of her friends. Cool, I think thats a great idea. So we make plans. About a week later Jancie told me she invited Trevor, and Saeid and his wife (my heart drops), I tease Jancie how is this going to be a girls trip then?&lt;br /&gt;So, I start planning, B and I will travel together, we dont really want to squeeze all into one car. I book B and I a room at a diffrent Hotel from the rest, we leave Friday, they leave Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I stay Friday night in a teepee on the banks of the Athabasca river, we head to the Hot Springs, arriving just in time to make the bus for the reafting. My cell phone was ringing the lsat 1/2 hour Saeid wanted to know where we were when we woud be arriving, and he kept calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it, and rafting we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPtzUZVz7zI/AAAAAAAAACM/TLlSc40hUd4/s1600-h/rafting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258923784122134322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPtzUZVz7zI/AAAAAAAAACM/TLlSc40hUd4/s320/rafting3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun few hours, I left the boat at one time, and joined another. I enjoyed the experiance, but it was cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we returned to Jasper, B and I split from the group, and told them we would catch up for drinks at 9pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked in to our hotel, got dressed and hit the town. We were shopping, and wondering, just having fun. At 6pm, the phone calls started, Saeid was calling, join us for dinner. No thanks we have our own plans, catch up with you guys at 9. My cell kept ringing. Saeid wanted us to join them. No thanks, we are busy. (meanwhile at the resturaunt he kept asking were was Angie). Eventualy B and I joined them, as the ringing of the phone was annoying. B and I ate, told them all we were going to continue shopping, see them at 9. They chose to come with us, in the first store we entered as a group Saeid came up to B and I and told us he wanted to buy us presents. No thanks we said. We continued on. B and I were walking, they had drove, so eventully we lost them. B teased at one point in a jewlery shop where is Saeid now? LOL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and I were having fun, I was deading meeting up with everybody for drinks. I kept my self seperate from the group, playing pool and talking with stangers. Mr. Janice was teasing B that she would have to sleep in our rooms bathtub. Saeid saw this opportunity, he tried to convince her to share his room with his wife and he would sleep in Trevor's room. B said no. (he thought he found a way to be with me on this trip). Eventually everyone headed to their rooms, and Saeid wanted to walk me to my hotel. I said no, go to your room I am having fun. he almost drags me out of the bar. He wants me, and is upset that I am sharing a room with B. We have no where to go, sorry I said, this was to be a girls trip. He kisses me, and wants to go to my car. I cant I dont have the keys. Sorry. He wants to know if B is asleep. I say it dosent matter hes not comming to my room. He brought his wife/roomate/cousin whom ever with him, after I asked him to cancel, so sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually he heads back to his room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B and I in the morning have breckfast, do some shopping, and head out horseback riding. We dont even start to head back until 2pm, the rest of the group is almost home. I know this as Saeid keeps calling. Finaly B and I get home, I drop her off, and what do you know, Saeid is waiting for me at my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-2054234472393284498?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2054234472393284498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=2054234472393284498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/2054234472393284498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/2054234472393284498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2006/08/white-water-rafting-2006.html' title='White Water Rafting - 2006'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnXbUB2ShQE/SPtzUZVz7zI/AAAAAAAAACM/TLlSc40hUd4/s72-c/rafting3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-6201736993497485248</id><published>2006-07-05T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:06:28.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Janice is having a fishing derby this weekend, I was invited but decided not to go ( janice invited "wife" so they are going) tempted to see what would happen I think about going. He goes and spends the time camping, he brought another couple with them, so it was a crowded tent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They return to the city... I dont know what he told "wife" but he headed right over to my house... It seems like he cannot spend time with her without wanting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-6201736993497485248?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6201736993497485248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=6201736993497485248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6201736993497485248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6201736993497485248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2006/07/canada-day-long-weekend.html' title='Canada Day Long Weekend'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-3423651610460850413</id><published>2006-05-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:03:18.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-3423651610460850413?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3423651610460850413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7102795010002902786&amp;postID=3423651610460850413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/3423651610460850413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/3423651610460850413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2006/05/common-law.html' title='Common Law'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102795010002902786.post-6317737454468849229</id><published>2006-01-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:06:28.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the actual start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the first date'/><title type='text'>The first date - Jan 6th 2006</title><content type='html'>So January rolled around... He went to California for the Christmas break and started his new position in a different office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lost my chance .... I figured ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called.... starting on Monday, wanted to know if I wanted to go for a drink? I said it would have to be Friday. He said OK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week progressed... several calls happened... him calling me at work, not me calling him... plans changed from drinks to dinner to a movie and dinner.... I agreed. We would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday my day a work went bad. I ended up working late ... not just my 10 hour day but 14 hours.... I didn't get home till after 7pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called before I got home, and again when I walked in the door. I explained that I just got in from work, and would need some time to get ready. So problem he said, he would come and pick me up... (I was nervous I offered to drive my self, what if this went wrong and I needed to escape) but he convinced me that he it was OK, he will drive... I had about 1/2 an hour... I ran around trying to make my hair look nice... figuring out what to wear, feeding my dogs, letting them out, and he was here.... ready to go out to supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out what movie I wanted to see, I am not much of a movie goer... So when he asked what movie, I had no answer, lets eat, and see what starts then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know where I wanted to go out for dinner, I told him it didn't matter, he was driving he should pick. So we ended up a one of the Greek restaurants on Rice Howard Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked, we laughed, we shared stories, basically we closed down the restaurant. We had to leave but I didn't want the night to end. I don't think he did either. It was too late for a movie now, he decided we should go get desert. So he drove us off to where he thought we could still get desert. We got there and it was closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought about taking me home, he offered to, or that I could go to his place. My house was a disaster, it was a busy week at work, I hadn't cleaned up. So I said lets go over to your place. So off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was living in a 1 bedroom apartment, nice place, nice furniture, no pictures on the walls, nothing personal anywhere. We sat in the living room and talked, and talked, and talked some more. It was after midnight I had been up since 4:30 am and was tired. So was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to go to work in the morning, I didn't realize this, I felt somewhat bad for keeping him up so late. He said he would drive me home, I said it was on his way to work, I could sleep on the couch and he could drop me off on his way. He said no he would take the couch, I said no it was his house, he had to work, he could sleep in his bed. So we stayed on the couch, with him playing with my hair. Eventually he pulled me off the couch and told me to sleep in his room, and dragged me there. He left me, to go sleep on the couch. I lay there thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the living room and got him and took him back in to the bed room. It's not surprising what happened then. OMG this was my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home with little to no sleep, I cleaned my house, did my running around that I had to, and called him. He came over we watched a movie, and he stayed the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So began the pattern....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102795010002902786-6317737454468849229?l=saeidsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6317737454468849229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7102795010002902786/posts/default/6317737454468849229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saeidsucks.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-date-jan-6th-2006.html' title='The first date - Jan 6th 2006'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
