<?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-10857967</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whutizit</title><subtitle type='html'>Divorced mother of 2 daughters, finally loving life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingonmynerves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingonmynerves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wutizit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17502543090414468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857967.post-110850003170967617</id><published>2005-02-15T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T12:40:31.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a divorced mother of two beautiful girls.  However, what "normal" mother does not think they have the most beautiful children in the world.  I have a 3 year old tornado and a 5 year old genius going on 105. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to blog before but was in a depression and even though writing is good for the soul....my soul just was not feeling it.  Now I am soulful and definitely feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good right now.  I am on my way to obtaining my Masters.  Looking for a better job, more money most of you know the routine.  I actually make decent money but raising two children without child support it takes making great money or good money with the ability to penny pinch.  I do not have the ability to penny pinch.  Don't get me wrong, I do not splurge or anything I just can't penny pinch.  I am baaaaaad with money.  The last time I bought anything was a month ago and that was a pair of work out pants and two sports bras.  I bought them with a gift card I received for Christmas.  I purchase my girls clothes but they grow every other minute so I have to continue to buy stuff for them.  My main problem was eating out.  I have finally stopped that and got on an eating change and have not bought lunch at work in 3 weeks.  So I am working on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to buy my first house in 01/06 and I have to save EVERY penny I get.  Currently it is not difficult.  When I get set on a goal I reach it.  Now getting set on the goal is my problem.  THAT takes me awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 33 year old divorced mother of two living at my parents house.  Now I was married living in an apartment but in a single phrase.  I MARRIED A LOSER.  Yes I know I am a loser for marrying him but I changed that.  He can't change.  Anyway, we moved back in with my parents when my first daughter was 2 and were suppose to be on a plan, well my ex-con-artist left us high and dry.  I mean I kicked him out but he squandered everything we had.  So I stayed with my parents until 3 months before my second child turned 1 and my first child turned 3.  We stayed there for 1 years and then I was robbed and never spent another night in the apartment and moved back in with my parents.  I was on the state for awhile.  I fought that as long as I could but I could not get a place of my own with out it so I caved in.  It helped and like I said we had a place of our own for 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the robbery I moved back home, got off the state and now I am saving every penny I get so in 01/06 my girls and I will have our very own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few jobs during that marrying, child birthing, divorcing time of my life.  I had to quit one because I was working nights, alone, pregnant and lifting heavy stock.  I was married and my husband (ugh that give me the shivers when I say it...yuck) was busy pursuing his dream not contributing a damn cent to anything.  Hell asking him to bring a gallon of milk took his fat ass 2 days to actually get it to me.  Hell by that time I had built my own damn dairy farm.  Anyway, I was laid off of two, quit one and now I am where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-cheated on me and he has a child out there that is 1 month younger than mine but by the time I found out I was done with him so I really did not care.  He is 31,000 plus behind in child support and he has asked me to write a letter to reduce the amount and suspend the back child support.  I told him that I finished writing the letter before he finished asking the question and overnighted to the courts.....yea right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Judge stuck it to him because he did not show up for court and he had abandoned me and my babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divorce has been over 3 years ago.  I divorced him 4 months after I had my second child.  I am not bitter, (at least not anymore)  I used to think of all kinds of ways to get at him but today I am a stronger and better person because of it.  Me and my girls will be okay.  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