<?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-3996392741146604085</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:17:16.497-07:00</updated><category term='yadayadayada'/><category term='consumer goods'/><category term='my boy'/><category term='My fucking husband'/><category term='food'/><category term='organic'/><title type='text'>MATRIMONIO, HIJOS, SEXO, HIJOS, MATRIMONIO</title><subtitle type='html'>ES EL SEXO EN UN MATRIMONIO IMPORTANTE?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-918337704946991495</id><published>2008-06-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:26:35.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fucking husband'/><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing that much have I!!! Well it might well be, because nothing interesting happens to me lately or never for that matter. I have not seen my husband for almost a month, he has been traveling for work and when he is in fact home it seems to be more enjoyable when he is not. OR… whatever that means. Anyway, and since he is not here I have being spending money on pure crap, there I SAID IT AND BY THE WAY I AM EXPECTING SOMETHING GOOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY (it will never happened because he has NO idea, in fact "HE THINKS" that the best present is to hang out at home in our pajamas ... what the F&gt;&gt;&gt; it is always about him .... always)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-918337704946991495?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/918337704946991495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=918337704946991495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/918337704946991495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/918337704946991495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-685203507656708496</id><published>2008-03-26T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:36:38.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadayadayada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumer goods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>MEN iT sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>The othere day I went to the store... you know  just for fun.. and found the "Organic Sheet sets" on sale for 15.00 bucks KING SIZE. bESIDES THE POINT.... THEN I CHECK THE LABEL .... MADE IN .... not the US That got me thinking. Where did it started from ... the chicken or the egg???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the whole idea to consume products closer to home... gas emissions and that shit..., consume products that do not have pesticides ...soil contamination and more shit......&lt;br /&gt;Well I have noticed the invasion of ORGANIC AND environmentally friendly PRODUCTS made in china being sold in the US sooooo&lt;br /&gt;What is better Organic Pasta from Italy orRegular Pasta from California given that you live in KANSAS CITY???????????&lt;br /&gt;Organic cotton sheets from Thailand or Regular Sheet from China?&lt;br /&gt;Organic or not organic ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-685203507656708496?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/685203507656708496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=685203507656708496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/685203507656708496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/685203507656708496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/men-it-sucks.html' title='MEN iT sucks!!!'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-5689603098227933917</id><published>2008-03-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:52:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Haven't been her for a while... I wonder why will that be? hmmm....... THERE IS NOTHING GOING ON!!!!!! Besides that I am suuuper sick ( nothing bad of course) How can I get something bad If I do not get any action ! Terrible terrible cold , tremors, sweats and fever.... What a pretty picture no wonder X and Xcito run away from me every time I DRAG myself out of bed. Colds are supposed to last for 7 days .. right???? I survived 2 I have 5 more to go!. Hang in there myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely the COLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-5689603098227933917?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5689603098227933917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=5689603098227933917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/5689603098227933917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/5689603098227933917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-2087950674897643922</id><published>2008-03-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:17:57.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fucking husband'/><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>WELL ... Still nothing ... Oh by the way we are not talking to each other because we fought over dinner two days ago JAJAJAJA the funny thing is that I picked it :P..... I cannot belived it OVER DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-2087950674897643922?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2087950674897643922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=2087950674897643922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/2087950674897643922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/2087950674897643922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-1208656903567382697</id><published>2008-03-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:18:18.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fucking husband'/><title type='text'>Dry spell</title><content type='html'>Did I mentions that we were trying to get pregnant!!!!!! Well in order to do that we need to copulate, right, so where is my Husband???????.&lt;br /&gt;Did I also said that fallowing a sex talk/fight we have a week of sex bliss SOOO this will be ... what the second week after the fight... and .......&lt;br /&gt;OK I guess it is good for me not to have more children.. less work... more sleep... less frustrating moments, baby blues, you name it.... IT REALLY SUCKSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-1208656903567382697?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1208656903567382697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=1208656903567382697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/1208656903567382697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/1208656903567382697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/dry-spell.html' title='Dry spell'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-822150317227716072</id><published>2008-03-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:18:47.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boy'/><title type='text'>PLease somebody, send me PATIENCE</title><content type='html'>I feel sooooo crappy today that I cannot even began to tell you. First There is this cooking show that I wanted to go. ( I am not a cook or anything it was just for doing something interesting ) well my SO NICE X was insisting on me to go" the whole month... yeah you should go, it is going to be fun... yadayadayada. Today he tells me that he is traveling, like right NOW and he will be back tomorrow night!!!!!!. I did not tell you that I do no know a lot of people in this town. The only babysitter we have is a 13th year old boy and we used him once!!!!! My only friend traveled to Europe TODAY... SO I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. Second my son is sooooooo needy, I he cries for everything and anything, NOT KIDDING YOU HE CRIES EVERY 10 MINUTES. The worst thing about it is that is that fake cry with sights an everything and the moving mouth. I you have seen a Spanish soap opera is exactly like it. He is really finishing the little patience I have. I have tried everything, time outs, slap in the butt, bed arrest, talk to the hand , etc everything!!!!!. Nothing works, he will just cry and follow me around while crying. OHHHH and everyone I know is having babies in my family there will be 3 babies by the end of the year almost all of them will be born in December JODER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. Did I mention that my son is 3 with no siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-822150317227716072?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/822150317227716072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=822150317227716072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/822150317227716072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/822150317227716072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-somebody-send-me-patience.html' title='PLease somebody, send me PATIENCE'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-2495692115259362536</id><published>2008-03-02T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:19:20.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fucking husband'/><title type='text'>Buen Dia!   ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-BO"&gt;Anoche después de la pelea de rigor… Hubo navidad… nos dimos "UNITO"…. Era bueno, pero aun así era parte de mi rutina. Nada extravagante, amable, sensible y respetuoso. Debería recalcar que la motivación es que queremos tener otro XYcito... POR JODERME NO MAS???? En fin el XYcito ya existente ha estado exigiendo un hermanito(A) supongo que muchos de sus compañeritos de la escuela hablan demasiado de sus "baybies" y el se siente relegado O&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tal vez YO le estoy dando demasiados dotes de adulto a mi pobre cría jjajajaja. En fin el asunto es que Yo quiero tener otro hijo para acabar de ponerme la soga al cuello de una buena vez.&lt;br /&gt;Y el asunto de la Mujer en el Matrimonio del Sexo, sigue sin resolverse. Porque???? Se preguntaran...... Pues porque lo hacemos con el propósito de procrear (Empezamos ayer)&lt;br /&gt;Pregunta:&lt;br /&gt;?ES EL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-2495692115259362536?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2495692115259362536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=2495692115259362536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/2495692115259362536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/2495692115259362536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/buen-dia.html' title='Buen Dia!   ?'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996392741146604085.post-4714820916970315988</id><published>2008-03-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:17:52.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI HISTORIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-BO"&gt;Anoche tuve una epifanía. Soñé que habría un Blog para quejarme de lo horrible que me siento en el matrimonio ( como mujer digo) Como madre .. Maravilloso, como esposa.... NO podía ir mejor... Pero la mujer en mi ... absolutamente oculta y sin descubrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-BO"&gt;Porque se preguntaran (si es que alguien lee este Blog por error). Primero un poco de historia.&lt;br /&gt;Hace como 7 años atrás conocí a un muchacho, muy interesada en el , no estaba, pero bueno en fin .. Besaba bien. El,  lo llamaremos X no trabajaba en el mismo lugar donde yo vivía por lo tanto teníamos una relación  a la distancia. Me visitaba por una semana cada mes  ( hmmm familiar), en esa semana DIVERSION y tertulia al por mayor y así por casi 4 años. Luego de los 4 años decidimos vivir juntos.... No Muy divertido, porque YO no estaba acostumbrada a el ni mucho menos a vivir con un extraño. Me cuidaba de, Gases (piuuu), mal aliento, vellos !!!!!!! Que huevada, lagañas y demás cosas. EL SEXO era pobre.... SI, POBRE!!!!! Casi nada por semanas, tal vez debería decir que parábamos peleando por huevadas... por ejemplo: el papel higiénico debe tener la colita para arriba JODER!!!!!! Y otras mil cosas más. Volviendo al sexo, como les decía, escaso y para colmo tan inteligentes los dos decidimos CASARNOS!!!!! yuhu bombos y platillos la súper boda..... Tres años de matrimonio pasaron y por lo menos 3 veces al año la discusión de "Que putas pasa con el sexo X , que acaso estoy tan fea que no te mueve ni te conmueve?", el día de la pelea y por lo menos por un mes EL SEXO de vuelta pero solo de visita . Después de tres años de casados decidimos, otra vez muy inteligentemente procrear...... Eso si le movió las hormonas a X , como cosacos y nos salio un XYcito. Por &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lo menos un año después del nacimiento de XYcito, YO ni me acorde de que intimidad era parte de la ecuación, sin contar con el hecho de que la pase tan mal con el pequeño XYcito que no quería ni saber de ser intima con X. Cuando el bebe cumplió su primer añito, de nuevo, 3 veces al año la conversación de "Que putas pasa con el sexo X , que acaso estoy tan fea que no te mueve ni te conmueve?".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Esta es mi pregunta sin respuesta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-BO"&gt;SOY YO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3996392741146604085-4714820916970315988?l=crocuspanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4714820916970315988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3996392741146604085&amp;postID=4714820916970315988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/4714820916970315988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3996392741146604085/posts/default/4714820916970315988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crocuspanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/mi-historia.html' title='MI HISTORIA'/><author><name>Crocus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06569836649146397787</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
