<?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-26881878</id><updated>2012-02-02T02:26:39.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sodapop Curtis</title><subtitle type='html'>"I don't know, man. It's just like sometimes I have to get out. It's like I'm the middle man in a tug-of-war or something between you guys. I don't know, I can't take sides."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1757484694036542520</id><published>2012-01-21T00:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:31:58.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherhood</title><content type='html'>Little Skye is about 4 1/2 months old now, and gets more beautiful with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to all the dirty diapers, late night wake up calls, and random spit ups.... the only thing I can't seem to master, is feeding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I set her in her pink highchair she screamed...and balled...and screamed some more. Once the tears dried up, I set some food infront of her. It stayed there for about ten seconds before she dumped it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, she didnt scream or cry...but the food got EVERYWHERE! On her..on the highchair..the floor..the ceiling..me...EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time, I put her in the chair with nothing but a diaper on...and instead of giving her baby foor, I gave her crackers. Cause crackers arent that messy right? I left the room to get the mail..came back and she had them crushed up in her hands with slobber and rubbed it all in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth time, I sat infront of her and watched her every move....that is, untill I fell asleep..and woke up covered in mushy baby squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth time, I let Katie do it. I laughed and wished her luck, then sat back and waited for the mayhem. Skye....was a perfect angel -.- she ate the food like she was supposed to. WTF??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1757484694036542520?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1757484694036542520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1757484694036542520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1757484694036542520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1757484694036542520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/fatherhood.html' title='Fatherhood'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8867245476972157557</id><published>2011-12-24T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:39:54.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Curtis Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Everyone is invited to spend Christmas at our house tomorrow =D&lt;br /&gt;There will be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A ginormous amount of FOOD!! (did I mention it's free?)&lt;br /&gt;-Snow ball fights (yes..ITS SNOWING IN TULSA!!)&lt;br /&gt;-presents for everyone (..well..mostly everyone)&lt;br /&gt;-Hot Cocoa + Apple Cider + a cozy warm Fireplace :)&lt;br /&gt;-And ofcourse....the football game on tv :D&lt;br /&gt;-....and this year we're gonna pull out the old family home videos...featuring ALL OF YOU!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT wanna miss it!&lt;br /&gt;(everyone please bring a dessert or drink :p &amp;lt;3 katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes..and dont forget Skye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJFlWVEta88/Tvao5rRu4YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Jpz2Zegp4IQ/s1600/skye%2Bchristmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJFlWVEta88/Tvao5rRu4YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Jpz2Zegp4IQ/s400/skye%2Bchristmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689920888052310402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRi_IwYcmQ8/Tvao9635LiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/L4la5r6eviM/s1600/skye%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRi_IwYcmQ8/Tvao9635LiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/L4la5r6eviM/s400/skye%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689920960958377506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she adorably perfect?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8867245476972157557?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8867245476972157557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8867245476972157557' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8867245476972157557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8867245476972157557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-curtis-christmas.html' title='A Very Curtis Christmas!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJFlWVEta88/Tvao5rRu4YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Jpz2Zegp4IQ/s72-c/skye%2Bchristmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8766636941807875630</id><published>2011-10-08T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:41:35.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wake Up Call I Wished I Had Never Woken Up To</title><content type='html'>I awoke at five AM to desperate cries of attention. I noticed Katie had not woken up, so I got up myself and slipped into the next room to see Skye in her crib, tears streaming down her face. The moment I picked her up she stopped crying. Ive helped Darry raise Pony and Kit for the past three years, but Ive never had someone depend on me like this. I cradled her in the rocker until she fell back asleep, and just as I placed her back in the crib I heard a knock on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who the hell could be knocking on my door at 5 am?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped on the porch light, and opened the door to reveal a police officer standing on my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I DIDNT DO IT!!&lt;/span&gt;' was the first thing that popped into my head, little did I know, I rather have been in trouble than to hear what he was about to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Sodapop Curtis?" He spoke in an deep authoritative voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, is there a problem?" I put on my respectful attitude.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid there was an.....accident. You were the first contact we could find, I need you to come down to the County General..." he informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The County General? That was on the other side of down town? Why did I need to go there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back upstairs, grabbed my jeans, and put on the first shirt I could find. I woke up Katie and told her what was happening, and I would be back when I could.&lt;br /&gt;I slid into the passenger's seat of the sheriff's car. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny, didn't think Id ever be riding in this seat of a cop car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff explained that there was a situation...&lt;br /&gt;"I believe one of your friend's had an accident..." he started, "..well actually it wasnt an accident at all...it was on purpose.."&lt;br /&gt;I was a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I'm sorry but my brain doesn't kick in till 7 am, can you please explain to me what is going on?" I admitted.&lt;br /&gt;"One of your friend's attempted suicide." He stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who? How? Where? When? and probably most importantly Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may things were going through my head. First of all I wanted to know who. Maybe Elena...that was sort of believable...but then why wouldn't they contact Dimitri?&lt;br /&gt;Or Johnny.... we haven't heard from the kid in a while, his life was never easy....What if it was Kitty? I knew the secrets she dared to never tell, I knew what she struggled with...but God please not Kitty...&lt;br /&gt;I envisioned every possible scenario in my head with almost every person from the gang. The sheriff looked at my face and quickly explained what he knew,&lt;br /&gt;"We do not have an identity, that's part of the reason why we contacted you. You were the only one who had a listed address. According to the report, he was found on the doorstep outside after apparently breaking into his own house. It looked liked he consumed about everything in the medicine cabinet, and his blood alcohol level was .35%...".&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to process all this information...it was a guy, so that ruled out Kit, Elena, and all the other girls in the gang. But who? And .35%??? They could easily die....mixed with all the drugs he took in.... things were not looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the County General, and I was directed to one of the doctors there. "Unfortunately we have done all we can, and he has not responded yet so all we can do is wait..."&lt;br /&gt;He guided me down the hall towards whichever of my friends was lying in a hospital bed. "We've pumped his stomach, and hooked him up to IV's, but....It's hard to tell with such a high alcohol level."&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry...but not knowing who I was crying for sort of made it difficult. I wanted to think they got the wrong guy... that somehow there was a mix up and I didn't know this person at all, but once I stepped foot into that room, that hope died. The first thing I thought of to do, was to contact the person closest to him. I pulled out my phone and struggled dialing the number...&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Blair? There's been an accident..."&lt;br /&gt;"What? Soda? Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Blair..... Dallas tried to kill himself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8766636941807875630?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8766636941807875630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8766636941807875630' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8766636941807875630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8766636941807875630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/wake-up-call-i-wished-i-had-never-woken.html' title='A Wake Up Call I Wished I Had Never Woken Up To'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1134181906650949076</id><published>2011-09-05T15:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:06:26.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y-fxpiZTpo/TmVeNVOSsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GsJ0qN7DSgQ/s1600/skye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Katie was due for her final check up. Everything was good, and the doc said Skye would come at the beginning of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1st: I basically stared at the clock all day. I wished I had worked so Id atleast have somethin to do besides wait....and wait....and wait. The next couple of days I did work so things went by a little faster, except I looked at my phone every ten minutes just to be sure I didnt miss a call from Katie.&lt;br /&gt;I just about gave up. This morning at 4 AM, someone nudged me, quite hard actually. I blinked as Katie came into focus.&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, wake up......" Katie said.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" I said, sitting up rubbing my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Katie was hurrying around the room, grabbing stuff and shoving it into a bag.&lt;br /&gt;"Skye is coming!!" She said.&lt;br /&gt;I sprang out of bed in a panic, "Oh, ok, ok ok ok what do I do?" I almost shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"Get some pants on and get in the car." She said.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and sprang out of the house barefoot, didnt bother with shoes, cause I dont like them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I banged on the door again and again until someone answered. A sleepy and annoyed Darry answered. "This better be good Pepsi..." He said sternly.&lt;br /&gt;"It is," I replied while running to the car. "Im about to be a dad." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" Darry perked up. "Ill wake Pony and we'll meet ya there." He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was already in the car by the time I flew into the drivers seat. We got to the hospital in about 25,3 seconds. I ran in frantically shouting "I need a doctor, or a nurse, or anybody...." It was one of those moments where you dont realize how stupid your acting till after you act.&lt;br /&gt;Katie punched me in the back, "Soda, calm down, its called labor...we're going to be here a while."&lt;br /&gt;And we were. We got a room and about that time half the gang showed up....in their Pj's XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steve almost came naked, but I told him they wouldnt let him in if he didnt have clothes on." Carson said.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gang waited in the waiting room, except for Darry and TwoBit and Kitty. We sat by Katies bed and played poker for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, Kitty and Tibbs...yall are godparents." :D&lt;br /&gt;"It would have been nice to know this before today." Kit implied.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah yeah, I was....busy." I stuck my tongue out at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:donotpromoteqf/&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeother&gt;EN-US&lt;/w:LidThemeOther&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeasian&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeAsian&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemecomplexscript&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeComplexScript&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:splitpgbreakandparamark/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/&gt;    &lt;w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:word11kerningpairs/&gt;    &lt;w:cachedcolbalance/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;   &lt;m:mathpr&gt;    &lt;m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbin val="before"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbinsub val="&amp;#45;-"&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef/&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:mathPr&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="267"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally they cleared the room at 10 AM, and about an hour later I was holding the most delicate thing I had ever seen. She was more beautiful than I expected, her fragile pink skin was warm against my chest. She was perfect! And she was mine!&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how things work out sometimes. Thinking back on all the steps you took to get to where you are today. I never really thought of being a dad, I thought about finding the right girl, and about getting married. I thought that way back with Sandy, but if I didnt go through her, I wouldnt have found Katie, and I wouldnt trade her for anyone. Again with Snow, then I wasnt ready to be a dad, but I sorta got used to the idea right when she was taken from me. And finally I have Skye, perfect, beautiful Skye, and Im the lucky one who gets to be her dad. It all starts today, so ready..... set..... go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y-fxpiZTpo/TmVeNVOSsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GsJ0qN7DSgQ/s1600/skye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y-fxpiZTpo/TmVeNVOSsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GsJ0qN7DSgQ/s400/skye4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649024890734555250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1134181906650949076?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1134181906650949076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1134181906650949076' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1134181906650949076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1134181906650949076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/pleasant-suprise.html' title='Ready, Set, Go!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6y-fxpiZTpo/TmVeNVOSsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GsJ0qN7DSgQ/s72-c/skye4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6670190832784483942</id><published>2011-08-12T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:18:10.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come I Only Get Called At Work When Something Tragic Happens?</title><content type='html'>I was at work when I got the call. Suddenly it felt like my whole world had stopped, that I was the only thing moving and they were the only thing that mattered. I slowed down at the hospital doors, who being automatic couldnt open fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What had happened to them? Are they okay? What if they arent, what if theyre...dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I refused to let that happen, not again. In my family death was no longer an option.&lt;br /&gt;Jellys dad was in the lobby talking to a patient when I rudely interrupted him.&lt;br /&gt;"room 237." was all he said. His voice gave no hint towards theyre condition.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I pressed the elevator button I decided it wasnt fast enough and took the stairs. I found Darry, TwoBit, and Kitty standing in the hallway outside the room number Dr.Winston had given me.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of relief escaped me when I saw Kit was alright, a few bruises and scrapes scattered her body, but she was alright. But... where was Pony? Was he okay? Was he...dead? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!.. death is no longer an option. &lt;/span&gt;I repeated to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"We were coming back from the mall when a car cut us off going '60 down the highway. Pony freaked and swerved the car, so only the back of us hit them.... of course, the car is totaled, sorry Soda.." Kit explained, and by her expression I figured the car was her mustang I got her for her 16th birthday. But I didnt care about the car, I could fix that, Pony on the other hand was outside of my mechanic skills.&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, wheres Pony??" I began to panic, until Kit pointed inside the room a few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;There was Pony, lying in a bed hooked up to some machine, his body lined with cuts deeper than Kitty's.&lt;br /&gt;"Pony!" I shouted as I pushed my was to him. Before I could even reach the door I felt a hand on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Soda he's fine." I had never found Darry's words so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later Ponys eyes began to open. Darry was right, Pony was fine...except for a mild concussion and a fractured wrist.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey kid how you doin?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Pony blinked. "Alright I guess....except for a headache and...AHHWW!! What did I do to my wrist?" Pony was confused by the hard blue cast that hid his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down drama queen its just fractured." Kitty explained.&lt;br /&gt;Just then a high pitched voice began shouting from the doorway.. "PONY!!" I looked over and sure enough it was Brooke. "Pony, are you okay? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Im fine Brookie." Pony interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;She planted a gentle kiss on pony's forehead. "I'm glad." she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright well I need to get back to work." I started to head out the door, "Don't you kids scare me like that again, ya hear?" I glanced between pony an kit.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Yeah...Death is not an option." Pony said smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6670190832784483942?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6670190832784483942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6670190832784483942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6670190832784483942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6670190832784483942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-come-i-only-get-called-at-work-when.html' title='How Come I Only Get Called At Work When Something Tragic Happens?'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1152328406913641863</id><published>2011-07-23T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:35:15.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBUagM8rfY/TiuEHKt-94I/AAAAAAAAATs/vSL3xpFZsqk/s1600/skye.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know it's been a while, with workin and the baby stuff and weddings and all.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty and Tibbs came back last week from their honeymoon. I assume they had a good time, im sure theyll post about it. Its weir though, being related to TwoBit. I guess now I can use the excuse that were related when people as me why I hang out with him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you guys havent been updated on the baby yet... well ITS A GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her name will be Dallas Skye Curtis and we will call her Skye. She is due in late september. Also I have godparents... drum-roll please =D............................... Kitty and TwoBit. Yeah I had to think long and hard about TwoBit possibly having to raise my kid, but i figured as long as Kittys around it couldnt be that bad...but if Kitty wasnt...well I may need to choose a second pair of godparents just to be on the safe side.&lt;br /&gt;We just finished decorating Skye's room, well Katie did it, apparently I have no talent when it comes to painting and all that...we discovered this after doing our dining room... EPIC FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;Someone else please have kids so Skyes influences wont all be from Dallas -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Baby Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBUagM8rfY/TiuEHKt-94I/AAAAAAAAATs/vSL3xpFZsqk/s1600/skye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBUagM8rfY/TiuEHKt-94I/AAAAAAAAATs/vSL3xpFZsqk/s400/skye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632741017628112770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1152328406913641863?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1152328406913641863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1152328406913641863' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1152328406913641863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1152328406913641863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBUagM8rfY/TiuEHKt-94I/AAAAAAAAATs/vSL3xpFZsqk/s72-c/skye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5192691158830842161</id><published>2011-06-18T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:09:12.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>100th Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went next door to see if there was anything I had accidentally left while moving. I walked in to what used to be my room to see Ponys stuff already in place...&lt;br /&gt;"God Pony nice to know you wanted to get rid of me so bad." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey when you sleep in the same room with that guy (points to Darry) for then years, then we'll talk." He answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through the boxes in the top of the closet when I came to one filled with old photo albums. I picked up the first one and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god Pony...... you were a cute kid.....what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up." he swung at me but missed.&lt;br /&gt;I flipped through some more pages, then more and more until Pony and I were sittin on the bed reminiscing about old photos.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember this? We all went camping and you fell in the lake and a fish swam up your pants." I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe that's why I dont like fish?" Pony commented.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you guys doing?" Darry appeared in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;"Lookin at old photos.." I said flipping the page.&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww..its Kit's butt.." Pony covered a part on the picture with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha, thats when TwoBit pantsed her at that halloween party. Damn, he was tryin to get in her pants since he was nine." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh our first gang outing with Katie.. TwoBit stole my clothes and I had to chase him bare ass all around the campfire." I explained. "And here's when we went to California..."&lt;br /&gt;"And the time TwoBit stole my towel and I walked into the living room naked with all you sitting there.."&lt;br /&gt;"God Soda didnt your momma ever tell you to wear pants." Darry said.&lt;br /&gt;Pony pointed to another picture.. "Thats when Dallas and Tibbs got arrested for harassing prostitutes who ended up being undercover cops." He almost peed himself laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Heres you proposing to Katie.." Darry pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;"Soda...why are you wearing my underwear in this picture?" Pony asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember? TwoBit stole all of mine. Ya know Pony, what I really wanna know is why you took this picture?"&lt;br /&gt;He didnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;"Heres all the wedding pictures..." He said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh I wanna go back to Disney World." He added once we found those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;"Dimitri giving Kit a lap dance, haha, oh and katie and mines Bahama trip."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha, Your naked in front of Britney Spears.." Pony laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"First time babysitting Blaze, ha ha poor kid." Darry pointed to a pic of Blaze in a hot dog costume.&lt;br /&gt;"Dals bachelor party...I ery much enjoyed that." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you did Soda, youre half naked." Darry commented.&lt;br /&gt;"Here's when we found Kit's camera and all those interesting pics of the girls.."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh and when me and steve met Jeff Gordon."&lt;br /&gt;We turned the front cover of the last album.&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot Johnny and Jelly went out...thats just weird." Pony said.&lt;br /&gt;Old memories are fun. And I look back on all the times our gang has spent together and I cant wait to make new memories. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5192691158830842161?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5192691158830842161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5192691158830842161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5192691158830842161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5192691158830842161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7666489477391566443</id><published>2011-05-29T14:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:24:42.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Yesterday me and katie went to see our baby :)&lt;br /&gt;The doc said everything was good and normal, still dunno if its a boy or girl yet but we have picked names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Seth Darrell Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Dallas Skye Curtis (go by Skye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't talked god parents yet so if you want the job start suckin up :D (make checks out to Sodapop Curtis ahaha JK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty came over this week and helped out with the nursery. Her and Katie went shopping for baby stuff and what not while me and TwoBit did....... what did we do? Anyways, the new house is pretty much complete. Technically there was no 'unpacking' considering we only moved next door so everythings in its place. Bought some nice new furniture and what not. And this week were havin the "Dallas Fell Off The Face Of The Earth" party. =D should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7666489477391566443?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7666489477391566443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7666489477391566443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7666489477391566443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7666489477391566443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7770490397062937641</id><published>2011-05-16T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:00:00.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding Time :)</title><content type='html'>"Why are you here? Don't you have your own house now?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh Pony, cant say ive missed him...then again cant say i havent either :(&lt;br /&gt;"Since when did you not like me around?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Since you drink all the damn pepsi in our fridge.."&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, thats been happening for like...ten years.."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, its been a long time."&lt;br /&gt;I threw my can at him and hit him in the head which caused him to throw a book at me. I jumped up off the couch and took a swing at him. He ducked and pulled my leg out from under me causing me to crash into the floor. I pulled his hair...&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a chick move Soda.."&lt;br /&gt;"Bring it Nancy.." I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;He punched me in the shoulder before I pinned him on his back.&lt;br /&gt;"Bet you like this dont you?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;I hacked a wad of spit and let it drip down till it almost touched his face before suckin it back up again.&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww, soda cooties.."&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, we related...theyre ur cooties too." I stuck my tongue out at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you have a wife and soon-to-be kid to go take care of?"&lt;br /&gt;"Katies at work, im bored."&lt;br /&gt;"Dont you have a best friend to go bother then?"&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. "Stevens too..... fruity. Ya know, im really startin to question the kid..."&lt;br /&gt;"We've questioned him all our lives Soda, youre just his gay lover so you dont realize it."&lt;br /&gt;"But pony, if i was his gay lover dont you think i woulda 'realized it'"?&lt;br /&gt;Pony looked around, caught off guard that i out smarted him.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever," he finally said. He started to walk off but then turned back around.&lt;br /&gt;"Soda..I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;"I only live next door Pones, you cant come over whenever you want."&lt;br /&gt;"Really??" he said anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, your sister annoys the hell out of us all the time." I added.&lt;br /&gt;"What? Kitty never visits us.." he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Kit never liked having a sister Pony.." and that sent him into another battle against PepsiCola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I took Pony's advice and decided to go see Steve.&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the DX yelling, "STTTTEEEEVVVEEE----OOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Whats goin soap?" he paced around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;"Nuthin man, im bored." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"So..you come to work?"&lt;br /&gt;haha "funny, I didnt think about it like that.." I admitted.&lt;br /&gt;"Arent you supposed to be gettin off soon?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...as soon as that Dimitri kid gets here....hes usually not one to be late."&lt;br /&gt;Just then Dimitri's blue '67 Camero peels into the parking lot. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he forgot to brush it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I'm late man." He gave Steve a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him, "Dim, you smell like sex." I said. "Isn't that what got you in your situation in the first place?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"You're one to talk Soda." He answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ehh, point taken. ALrighty Steve lets go have an adventure." And so Steve and I went off to have an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7770490397062937641?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7770490397062937641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7770490397062937641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7770490397062937641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7770490397062937641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding Time :)'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1819949928686020007</id><published>2011-04-28T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:37:42.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are Again</title><content type='html'>3 am food runs, emotional mood swings, and the smell of vomit when I walk into the bathroom in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i exactly missed it, but i am happy that we are having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I wasnt prepared, but it grew on me, and the more i thought about it the more i became prepared..just in time for it to slip between my fingers. This time is different, i am determined to make sure everything, I mean EVERYTHING will work out correctly this time, and anything or anyone who decides to stand in my way will suffer the wrath of Sodapop Curtis. (oh god im starting to sound like kit) -.-&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went in for the first ultrasound. They put that funny gel stuff on Katie's baby bumb and then projected it on the screen. It was different than last time, i dunno how, but this time i was even more excited.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt find out if its a boy or girl yet, but we did choose some names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:donotpromoteqf/&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeother&gt;EN-US&lt;/w:LidThemeOther&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeasian&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeAsian&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemecomplexscript&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeComplexScript&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:splitpgbreakandparamark/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/&gt;    &lt;w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:word11kerningpairs/&gt;    &lt;w:cachedcolbalance/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;m:mathpr&gt;    &lt;m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbin val="before"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbinsub val=""&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="267"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astrid Dylan Curtis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey Katherine Curtis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dallas Skye* Curtis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Boys:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seth Darrell Curtis&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ace Pilar Curtis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boone Dylan Curtis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me know what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1819949928686020007?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1819949928686020007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1819949928686020007' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1819949928686020007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1819949928686020007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-we-are-again.html' title='Here We Are Again'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-437571400397746857</id><published>2011-04-07T21:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:37:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>Darrys been on my tail about movin out ever since me and Katie got married. I cant blame the guy, i mean i kinda agree it is time to move out, but whenever i thought about leaving it made me sad. This is the house we all grew up in, the house where we lived with mom and dad. It has too many memories to just leave it behind, not to mention how close our family is and everything. Me and Katie thought about it and have been sorta looking around for a while. I didnt give it much thought though until the house next door went on the market. NEXT DOOR, right next to our house now, its too perfect. Its in our price range and everything, so last week I put down an offer and today i gotta call sayin the house is all ours. So we will be movin in this week, it'll probably be the easiest move ever considering its just next door haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Bn-vldhGg/TZ5yx6tv60I/AAAAAAAAASo/11VfEIBqXQo/s1600/curtishouse1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Bn-vldhGg/TZ5yx6tv60I/AAAAAAAAASo/11VfEIBqXQo/s400/curtishouse1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033989141031746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wWWWSF9omQ/TZ5y6Ki_E3I/AAAAAAAAASw/lb2QJA6eyHM/s1600/curtisbedroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wWWWSF9omQ/TZ5y6Ki_E3I/AAAAAAAAASw/lb2QJA6eyHM/s400/curtisbedroom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593034130829808498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgN-iyUhuQs/TZ5zFbzvIQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QzuQ_sf4EYM/s1600/curtisguestroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgN-iyUhuQs/TZ5zFbzvIQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QzuQ_sf4EYM/s400/curtisguestroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593034324442030338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guest Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZrUAxP-tqs/TZ5zUbihRjI/AAAAAAAAATA/NU47y3qIsAw/s1600/curtisbabyroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZrUAxP-tqs/TZ5zUbihRjI/AAAAAAAAATA/NU47y3qIsAw/s400/curtisbabyroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593034582067856946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what the third bedroom WILL look like =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LV1kRlaPMuU/TZ5zkOs2AXI/AAAAAAAAATI/7CE_s_g44vA/s1600/curtisbathroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LV1kRlaPMuU/TZ5zkOs2AXI/AAAAAAAAATI/7CE_s_g44vA/s400/curtisbathroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593034853499404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathroom #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-7mjNRxVjk/TZ5zxUOGinI/AAAAAAAAATQ/IwtkRw__4mU/s1600/curtisbathroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-7mjNRxVjk/TZ5zxUOGinI/AAAAAAAAATQ/IwtkRw__4mU/s400/curtisbathroom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593035078319377010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HivkywAvqhQ/TZ5z_v5ILrI/AAAAAAAAATY/VucCD7hczEk/s1600/curtislivingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HivkywAvqhQ/TZ5z_v5ILrI/AAAAAAAAATY/VucCD7hczEk/s400/curtislivingroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593035326265765554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-dtvIW0kyM/TZ50Kwjk8hI/AAAAAAAAATg/ez5dnud7QKc/s1600/curtiskitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-dtvIW0kyM/TZ50Kwjk8hI/AAAAAAAAATg/ez5dnud7QKc/s400/curtiskitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593035515422372370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-437571400397746857?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/437571400397746857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=437571400397746857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/437571400397746857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/437571400397746857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Bn-vldhGg/TZ5yx6tv60I/AAAAAAAAASo/11VfEIBqXQo/s72-c/curtishouse1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3869892687585786609</id><published>2011-03-21T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:17:19.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I was relieved to notice that the tension in the house really dimmed down this week. I was sleeping back in my bed with my wife, instead of Pony. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mine and Katies first anniversary. We've been married a whole year and have already been through so much. I laid awake in bed just staring at the ceiling till katie moved beside me. I noticed she was awake. We laid there... talking baby names and plans for tonight and stuff. We went to downtown Tulsa and had brunch. I know...who the hell has brunch these days? We walked the streets and stopped at every shop that caught Katies eye. We picked up food for the party on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;People started coming over around 6. Darry got the steaks goin on the grill while Pony Katie and me set up stuff in the house.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed far away from the beer, dont need a repeat. The first game we played was...interesting. A guy is blindfolded then all the girls kiss him once and he has to guess who it was. I went first and got them all wrong except katie....and kitty cause she kissed me on the cheek instead. The only one who guess everyone correct was Dallas, ofcourse..hes probably made out with every chick in the gang....he even guessed Steve right o.O&lt;br /&gt;After that the stereo was bustin loud and people were dancing. I was standing close to the door when is slowly opened,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Tyler. Glad you could make it man." I welcomed him inside.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah......congratulations by the way." He said.&lt;br /&gt;He kinda chilled by the wall for a while, wasn't really talking to anyone so I went up to him and pulled the first person I could on my way, which happened to be Bree. She was yellin at me...untill I stopped her in front of Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Well hello handsome." she said.&lt;br /&gt;I left them and walked outside where Carson was winning at beer pong. Couples occupied every corner of the house and backyard, Angela and Johnny, Pony and Brooke, Tim and Jamie, Dimitri and Jelly, Chase and Dawn. This happens every time, but as soon as someone whips it out thats it im done. And that person just had to be Steve. He wasnt even making out with anyone... he walked around sayin "Who wants to touch my weiner?", finally someone said yes....dunno who. Elena was stripping on the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Pony and Johnny decided to give their tongues a break and streaked through the house wearing kiddie inner tubes and putting britney spears full blast on the stereo. Kitty and twobit took things easy, and marcia thought it best to stay away.....so did Sandy, thank god. The brumley kids were smokin pot in ponys room, filled the whole damn house with smoke. People brought us presents and we had a huge cake made. At the end we busted out the champagne and Darry made a toast speech thing then everyone slowly started to leave after that. It was a great nigh celebrating a great occasion with the best person in the world, my wife Katie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3869892687585786609?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3869892687585786609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3869892687585786609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3869892687585786609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3869892687585786609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6153675739543548263</id><published>2011-03-16T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:59:49.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>I never seemed to notice Tyler before, but now that I know who he is he seems to be everywhere. We had a nice dinner that night I invited him over, at least I think we did. Introduced him to the family. Poor kids never really had good friends, I cant imagine the torment of being a soc gone greaser. Its never happened before, but that makes him more of an outcast than any of us. After Tyler left that night I took a shower and was gonna go to bed but as I started for Ponys room a hand reached out from the doorway and rested on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;"I heard everything you said..... to Bob." Katie said.&lt;br /&gt;"It was all true." I replied softly.&lt;br /&gt;'I know," our eyes locked, "I've always known, I was just.... just hurt I guess."&lt;br /&gt;"And you had ever right to be, I messed up and I'm so so sorry." I contained the tears this time. "But your the one I love Katie, and I wont let you slip away from me.... id die without you." I always found that line in movies humorous little did I know id actually feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me. I held her against me, my fingers tangled in her hair. Oh how I missed this, I breathed it in. Then she slipped away kissing me on the cheek. I stared at her for a moment, then stroking her cheek I pressed my lips against hers.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you." I said.&lt;br /&gt;When she pulled away she caught my hand and pulled me into the room... our room. It was nice to be back in my own bed for a change, next to the person I love most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6153675739543548263?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6153675739543548263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6153675739543548263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6153675739543548263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6153675739543548263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1656500974230121516</id><published>2011-03-07T18:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:49:17.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xTUFEmefZ8/TXWV0wZhkoI/AAAAAAAAASg/6u-JOqKH8N0/s1600/other%2Bsheldon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to relieve myself from the tension thats currently building up in my house and go out for a bit this weekend. I hit up the tastee freeze, then the vacant lot, i made sure to stay as far away as possible from the bars -.- I thought about what we needed at home and made up a list to go shopping. I was pacing the isles when I looked up and saw someone familiar, it was Sandys friend Mark, the one who did the DNA test that stated the baby Sandy is having is apparently mine. My first instinct was to ignore him, and i started to. I know he knew I was there, he kept looking over and fidgeting with a box in his hand. Finally he walked up to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Look man, I need to tell you something," he was very hesitant. "I cant ruin anyones life like this and you deserve to know the truth."&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. I retraced the last encounter we had but nothing was catching my attention.&lt;br /&gt;"The baby isn't yours....it's Sam's"&lt;br /&gt;I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell would you lie about it?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because.... its what she wanted. She says leaving you was the stupidest thing she ever did, and well when she realized your life turned out okay and her's didnt exactly turn out how she wanted, I just thought it would help her, but as much as i care for Sandy, I cant do this to you."&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe what I was hearing. I was relieved to know the kid wasnt mine, but I still couldnt grasp the fact that he lied to me. What if he had never told me the truth?&lt;br /&gt;After that he just kinda awkwardly walked off leaving me there in shock.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a huge chunk of this had worn away, yeah I still cheated but I now didnt have kid that wasnt my wifes to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paced home after that, on my way to tell Katie about it, hopefully it would lighten things a little. I had just about reached the curb infront of my house when I hear a voice behind me, a voice i knew all to well but one i wish i hadnt known at all,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well if aint the prettiest curtis."&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and faced the person I hated most in the world.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell do you want Sheldon?" I wasnt in the mood for his drama.&lt;br /&gt;"I heard about your whorish little act. Didnt know you had it in you." He gave me that devilish grin that I so much hated.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to mess with Bob, I really just wasnt in the mood for it right now, then again I never am.&lt;br /&gt;"And with your ex-girlfriend... damn curtis and I thought I was the only thing that ruined your life." he laughed at his own joke.&lt;br /&gt;I was fed up and frustrated. I was going to punch him the the mouth if he got any closer to me. Finally, I had enough,&lt;br /&gt;"You know what Bob," I was yelling, im pretty sure the whole south and north side could hear me, "You did me a favor, if you had never taken Sandy from me I wouldnt be with the woman im with now, and i would rather die than to live life without her."&lt;br /&gt;He started to move towards me, but something held him back.&lt;br /&gt;"Leave him alone Bob." another voice, this one I didnt recognize.&lt;br /&gt;"Go home, this isnt your fight." Bob was arguing with the person behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at him, I didnt recognize his face. It wasnt till Bob said his name when it finally connected in my head,&lt;br /&gt;"Go home Tyler, your not wanted here." Bob was getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler approached me, Bob just stood there a second then got back in his car and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;"Tyler?" I couldn't believe it. "The younger Sheldon?"&lt;br /&gt;The Sheldon parents split a while back, it wasnt a surprise to anyone really, we all saw that coming. Bob stayed with his dad on the South side. His dad was the one with all the money so when they split Tyler and his mom moved deep into the North side, making Tyler technically a greaser. Tyler wasnt ever seen with the soc crowd anyways so it didnt seem to bother him, but a former soc going grease... kinda makes him an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." I could tell he didnt like being refereed to as Bobs kid brother, cant blame the kid though. "Im usually the first to notice when he crosses into the north side, Dad was never good a discipline..." He trailed on, i felt he was trying to get something across but didnt have the time to burst out with a life story. He was hated by the socs but disliked by greasers... he didnt really fit in anywhere. He scribbled somethin on a piece of paper and handed it to me before he started to walk off.&lt;br /&gt;"If he comes back, give me a call." and with that he left. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed the number as I watched him walk away then pull out his phone answering it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you wanna stay for dinner?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He hung up, turned around and we both walked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xTUFEmefZ8/TXWV0wZhkoI/AAAAAAAAASg/6u-JOqKH8N0/s1600/other%2Bsheldon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xTUFEmefZ8/TXWV0wZhkoI/AAAAAAAAASg/6u-JOqKH8N0/s400/other%2Bsheldon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581532046773293698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1656500974230121516?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1656500974230121516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1656500974230121516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1656500974230121516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1656500974230121516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/deadly-encounters.html' title='Deadly Encounters'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xTUFEmefZ8/TXWV0wZhkoI/AAAAAAAAASg/6u-JOqKH8N0/s72-c/other%2Bsheldon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6862453403868042624</id><published>2011-02-22T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:47:23.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Sorry Isn't Enough</title><content type='html'>I had to tell her. I plotted all the different ways to do it in my head, but not one of them seemed to be easier than the other. I wasn't in the mood to cook dinner, so I left everyone to fend for themselves with the leftovers in the fridge. I was sitting on the couch with the TV on but not really watching it. Katie walked in the front door and noticed that I wasn't in my usual place cooking dinner. "Hey," she said walking in. "Whats for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's leftover night." I said with a sigh I tried to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you have fun at that party last night?" I cringed at her words.&lt;br /&gt;"Katie, we need to talk about something."&lt;br /&gt;Her movements were slow after that. She set her purse down on the piano bench then walked over and sat down by me on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" she said placing her hand on my twiddling thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;I was silent for a minute, trying to get the words out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"Soda, you know you can tell me." She intended on making me feel better, but it only caused me more pain.&lt;br /&gt;"Katie, I got really drunk last night.....completely wasted. I don't know how it happened, I just remember waking up... and it wasn't you." I started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Katie's facial expression grew worried, "What do you mean..." My crying made her cry, and I hadnt even told her the worst part yet.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt hold off any longer, I just had to say it, "I slept with Sandy." I said&lt;br /&gt;Her hand moved away from mine and she just stared with tears streaming down her face.&lt;br /&gt;I started to babble on about how I was sorry and that it was a mistake, but she just continued to stare until she finally cut me off,&lt;br /&gt;"I dont even know what to say to you right now." Then she got up, walked into the bedroom, and locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Pony was a little shocked to find me in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;"SODA!!" I woke up to Ponyboy screaming in my face.&lt;br /&gt;"What Pony, What?" i sat up rubbing my puffy red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought we decided you'd stop sleeping in my bed when you got married." He said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well some things have changed since I cheated on her Pony." I pulled the covers back over my shoulder and rolled over facing the opposite wall.&lt;br /&gt;"You did what??" He shook me.&lt;br /&gt;"At that party the other night, I got wasted and.... well I slept with Sandy."&lt;br /&gt;"You cheated on Katie with Sandy??"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Pony, do you need me to give you all the little details?"&lt;br /&gt;"No No No, I get it." He was quick to answer. "But, Soda how could you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;I rolled back over to face him, "It was a mistake Pony. A big fucking mistake." Hot tears filled my eyes, "I was drunk and I thought it was Katie, but I fucked up Pony, I fucked up bigtime and screwed my ex-girlfriend." As soon as I was finished talking Pony pulled me into a hug against his chest. Ironic, I thought I was supposed to be the big brother.&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been married or cheated on anyone Soda, but if it was a mistake like you said, things should work out okay." Pony wasnt supposed to be giving me advice and telling me its okay, that was my job.&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno Pony, this is bad." I admitted more to myself than to him.&lt;br /&gt;"But if love is anything everyone says it is... shouldnt she forgive you?"&lt;br /&gt;God why did Pony have to be so smart.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess" I said. "But, I just dont know Pones,"&lt;br /&gt;"Soda, I know both of you and I know how much you both love each other, if if doesnt work out for you... then love isnt what I thought it was."&lt;br /&gt;I guess Pony had a point, but I just dont know yet. I felt like I couldnt possibly get any lower than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6862453403868042624?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6862453403868042624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6862453403868042624' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6862453403868042624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6862453403868042624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-sorry-isnt-enough.html' title='I Know Sorry Isn&apos;t Enough'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1616808154996692353</id><published>2011-02-12T00:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:32:01.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sure As Hell Didn't Expect to Find Myself Here</title><content type='html'>I came home from work wednesday afternoon with a sluggish attitude. I didnt wanna do anything with anyone. I wanted to take a shower and lounge on the couch till it was late enough when i could crawl into my bed and sleep off the wait for a new morning. Dimitri not being at work has really put a strain on mine and steves days. Too much work and not enough workers, but I guess i cant blame the guy, after all i can have sex and he cant LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached the shower with a relaxed mood. As soon as I stepped in to the warm water, someone busts through the bathroom door slamming it into the wall. There are only two people in the gang that do that, Pony and Steve. Since Pony was still at school for the day i figured it was steve.&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit Soda hurry up we got a party to go to." he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"Steve, i aint goin to no party..."&lt;br /&gt;"Like hell you aint buddy."&lt;br /&gt;I barely had enough time to throw on clothes before steve had me by the arm yankin me out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;"Since when did you go to parties in the middle of the day steven?"&lt;br /&gt;"Since they had em in the middle of the day Soap."&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone have a party in the middle of the day? We approached the house, and the moment i laid eyes on it I knew exactly who's house it was.&lt;br /&gt;"Since when did you go to parties at my ex-girlfriend's house steve??" I was nearly shouting.&lt;br /&gt;"Since she started throwin great parties dumbass."&lt;br /&gt;"Remind me to tell Dimitri he's my new best friend."&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to a greaser like Steve to stick his tongue out at you in replace of a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen or heard much from Sandy since she told me she was knocked up with someone else's kid and was leaving me, so when she answered the door i wasnt sure of what to say, so i let steve do the talkin........bad idea -.-&lt;br /&gt;"Woah. Still as sexy as i remember. Since ur not with my buddy Sode's here anymore what about takin a whack at me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take a whack somewhere Steve, but I promise it won't be anywhere you'll enjoy." She answered.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh, but as soon as I did she laughed too. God how i used to love that laugh. Everything rushed back at that moment. The nights i stayed up late to sneak out of my house and crawl into her bed, the first thought i had about marrying her, the tears that hit the floor when she told me it wasnt mine, the letter she returned without bothering to take a peek at it. It was almost overwhelming. The only thing that caused me to catch my breath was the thought of the person i had waiting for me when i got back home, and only then could i walk proudly through that front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been there a while along with most of our gang, to relieve the tension I did have a few beers, then we started dancing and having some fun playin strip poker and beer pong, then i had a few more beers, and a few more after that then a few after that. The next thing I knew I had no awareness of my whereabouts or who i was with. We were dancin and drinkin when i noticed those blonde curls dancing in front of me. I scooted up closer to her, my hands on her body, my eyes scanning her every curve. I didn't expect to see Katie at a party like this in the middle of the week, especially pregnant. I pushed the thoughts away and just kept dancing. After a couple of more beers i realized we were in a different part of the house, a bedroom, and we were on the bed with no clothes. I remember the feeling, her body beneath me, the soft noises she made as i pleased her. My lips were all over her skin, my hands caressing her body. After that I blacked out. It didn't feel long after that when the sun was streaming in on my face. As soon as i opened my eyes, the headache hit, it hit damn hard, but what i realized after that hit me even harder. I peered around the room, this wasnt my room, this wasnt even my house, and the person snuggled up against me..... wasnt my wife. It was Sandy. I couldnt remember my head hurting after that, all i could feel was the sharp ache in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my clothes and left the house before anyone else woke up and realized what i had done. Luckily katie was at work when I got home. I felt so disgusted the moment I got out of the car I puked in the driveway. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and went inside the house. I couldnt go to my room, the memories i had there with katie wouldnt help my situation, so instead i turned the knob of the door across from mine. I shut it behind me and crawled up in Kit's bed and just cried. I smelled awful, and I was sick to my stomach, but I didnt move. I couldnt move, all i could do was cry. After a while, the crying never ceased to slow so I decided to call someone. Who could I tell the awful, shameful thing that I had just done? Who knew how to convince me that everything would be okay? I scrolled down my contacts in my phone, and pressed call on the one right under Katie's.&lt;br /&gt;It rang and rang and rang. No one answered, after all she was at school, but I tried again...still no answer. I gave up dropping the phone beside me and weeped into the pillow some more. My phone rang only a minute later. I pressed the answer button and suddenly couldn't remember what words were. I just bawled into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Soda? What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kitty?...... I need you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1616808154996692353?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1616808154996692353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1616808154996692353' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1616808154996692353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1616808154996692353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-sure-as-hell-didnt-expect-to-find.html' title='I Sure As Hell Didn&apos;t Expect to Find Myself Here'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4232129901283639365</id><published>2011-02-08T14:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:38:55.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Chase</title><content type='html'>Since Dimitris been in the hospital I decided to show Chase around Tulsa so he wouldn't have to be at Dimitri's house alone all this time. What happens when you put a happy-go-lucky, crazy person like me with an insane, over-active person like Chase? TROUBLE and NONSENSE. Having said that, you know this post it most likely gonna be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to spend the night at Dimitri's house the first couple of nights cause we had to take care of Cloud anyways. The first thing we did was raid the liquor cabinet. We stared with the wine then moved on to the rum and the next thing we knew we were makin bloody marys and they ended up all over the kitchen. Drinking our bloody marys, we wet some rags and put them on the floor and skated on the rags across the kitchen to mop up the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I ran over and turned the stereo on full blast "I wanna see your Peacock cock cock, your Peacock cock cock." Oh the greatness of Katy Perry. We danced and stripped while we danced and ended up in Dimitri's room jumping on his bed and throwing his clothes all over the place. We pulled open his nightstand drawer and found another bottle of vodka. Somehow we ended up under his bed passing the bottle back and forth telling the stories of our wasted youth. "....and then she left me...all by myself man.... all by my fucking self." I dont' even know who I was talkin about but i was balling. So there we are laying under Dimitri's bed drinking naked....and crying. After a while we ended up downstairs passed out on the living room floor. I woke up at about 3AM because I was...... wet. I sat up and noticed that there was water everywhere. It was pouring down the stairs. I hit Chase in the head and attempted to run up the stairs but i slipped about half way up and hit all the stair goin back down. I think Chase pissed himself laughing at me. No really he pissed himself. I finally made it up the stairs and realized the water was coming from the bathroom. I pushed open the door to find Cloud rolllin around on the floor soakin wet. He must have nudged the faucet with his nose or paw sometime in the night. Now the whole damn house was flooding. I heard Chase coming up behind me as I tried to turn the faucet, but it was stuck. I pulled harder and even put my foot up againt the counter to push against my weight, and when I did that, the faucet handle broke off -.- "Shit man why did you do that?" I almost back handed Chase in the face. We had to crawl in the six inch deep water to get under the sink and unhook the pipe so the water would stop running. It took us a whole freakin hour to stop the damn water from running. And the house was sitting in atleast 4inches of it. We tried to vacuum some of it and empty it out, that lasted for about an hour, then we opened all the doors so it would run out, that got rid of a lot of it. The we gathered all the fans and plugged them in so they would dry the carpet. Luckily nuthin was damaged.&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to sleep at my house. It snowed twice this week, and all the school kids were out playin in the snow. Jamie called us and asked if we wanted to join her, brooke, johnny, pony, kit, steve, carson, buck, curly, and the brumleys all for an epic snoball fight. She almost cried when we declined, but we had other plans :D We stood on the porch and could see the snowball fight taking place at the vacant lot. "Ready..." I said as we pulled off our shirts, "Set.." then we took off our jeans, "Go..." we ripped off our boxers and sprinted towards all the kiddos. We screamed and ran through all their little snow walls and battle fields, they yelled and laughed as they pegged us with snow. You dont know how cold snow is until youve been pegged in the balls with a snowball. Then the girls thought it was a fun idea so they all changed in to their bikinis and we made naked snow angels. Once we thought it was cool to pee in the snow, they chased us around the corner. The nearest house was the Cade's apartment so we decided to pay Ms. Dawn a little visit. We found her window and started throwing snowballs at it. We did so for about ten minutes when someone finally pulled back the curtain. We ran around to the front door and knocked. She answered and we stood there naked and drunk, "Daw..Da..Dawn, you know...you..ju just do damn beautiful.." Chase said with slurred words. "I..i think you'd like some of this.." then he pointed to his package. When he did that I looked at Dawns face, only it wasnt Dawn. It was her neighbor whos like 70 years old. "Shit." We ran like hell as the woman claimed to call the cops on us. Those cops are fast, they were there in like three minutes. Living in Tulsa all my life i know it backwards and forwards so I took the shortcut that led me back to my house behind all the buildings where no one can see me. I left Chase all alone. He didnt return after a while. I flipped on the TV and the news popped up....and there was Chase naked being handcuffed on the hood of the cops car, and in the background was Dawn standing on the balcony laughing her ass off. I almost peed myself. It was hilarious. I assume Chase is in jail now XD poor guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4232129901283639365?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4232129901283639365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4232129901283639365' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4232129901283639365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4232129901283639365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/babysitting-chase.html' title='Babysitting Chase'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6760373782872118439</id><published>2011-01-29T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:34:42.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh No's" and "Oh My God's"</title><content type='html'>This has been a week of a mixture of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri had to play superhero and jump in front of a speeding car and save Jellys life. Its hard to pick up your friends shifts at work when your not sure if hes gonna wake up or not. But he did, thank god for that. I guess Steve and me will be workin over time for a while. That just means we'll get paid for overtime.... but Dimitri still gets paid using sick days so hes gettin paid for doin nothing... damn those sick days im gonna start using them. We had a busy week without Dim at the DX and I was so excited for my day off. I woke up late, took a long shower, and ate chocolate cake for breakfast. I took Katie lunch at work. Something was up with her, she was fidgety and anxious about something. She didnt bring it up so I didnt bother asking. The rest of the day I relaxed on the couch and was just about to start cooking dinner when I heard the front door open. Katie walked in and I greeted her with a kiss. I started to ask her how her day was but she pressed through the conversation and decided to hurry in to the shower. I stood there dumbstruck, what the hell was up? I pushed it to the back of my mind deciding I was gonna talk to her about it later. I needed to finish getting dinner ready. TwoBit and Kitty were gonna join us. I heard them come in the front door when I noticed it sure was takin Katie a while so I knocked on the bathroom door then decided to just let myself in. Katie was standing in a towel staring down at something sitting on the counter. I asked her what was wrong, and the answer she gave was far from anything I expected. I didnt believe it till I walked up to her and stared at the double pink lines on all 3 tests. My mouth dropped and I had to say the words myself to get them to really sink in "You're Pregnant!?!" Then she started crying.. I knew exactly why, last time this happened it obviously didnt go so well. I assured her that this time was gonna be different. We'd make it through everything, and NO ONE was going to screw this up. Id like to see Bobs ugly ass face near my house within the next 9 months....he aint gonna be around much longer. I picked Katie up and swung her around and kissed her just as Kit walked in the bathroom door, "What the hell is going on? I just heard the P word." she said. "We're having a baby." I gestured to Katie. Then there was some jumping and screaming and yelling and before I knew it the whole damn neighborhood knew that Sodapop Curtis is gonna be a dad..... for real this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6760373782872118439?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6760373782872118439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6760373782872118439' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6760373782872118439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6760373782872118439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-nos-and-oh-my-gods.html' title='&quot;Oh No&apos;s&quot; and &quot;Oh My God&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5394341621937553833</id><published>2011-01-22T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:58:34.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning my day off. What do you do on a day off? SLEEP IN =D Well that was the plan but I realized that was shot to hell when I woke up at 8 am to Kit slapping me in the face. She was yelling at me to get up but I just ignored her and stayed put. Then she ripped the covers off me and then I heard "GOD SODA HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF FUCKING PAJAMAS?" XD&lt;br /&gt;Her loud screaming woke me up so I decided I'd get outta bed. When I asked what we were doin she just shoved a pair of jeans at me and told me to get dressed. One lesson Ive learned over the years, dont mess with KitKat Curtis in the morning, so I did what she said and we headed out the door to the car. After a short drive we pulled up to this big fancy building, I didnt realize what kinda building it was till I noticed the name. "Shoe shopping?" I said as unenthusiastically as possible. Then Kit told me to shut the fuck up and get my ass inside. I walked in and looked around. No way could we afford a pair of shoes in this place, what the heck were we doin here? Kit walked back to the dress shoes section where I saw pictures on the wall that clued me in on what we were doin. "Wedding shoe shopping?" This was gonna be a long day. She handed me box after box after box and asked which fit and which I liked. "Kit I really don't give a fuck. Its your wedding you pick." She walked away then came back a minute later shoving something in my face. "Okay then, how bout these?" I glanced at the hot pink stilettos hanging off her hand. Shooting her a look I randomly pointed at a box and she picked em up and added them to her "buy" pile. "Now does Dallas wear a bigger shoe size than you? Oh and what about Buck?" She was throwing more questions at me. "How the hell should I know? Aren't you kinda supposed to bring em all with ya?" Just then she shot me the "Are you really as dumb as you fucking look" face. "Are you kidding? We'd be kicked out after five minutes with those dipshits." She did have a good point. I sprawled out on the big round cushion in the middle of the room while Kit paid for the shoes. Then a brilliant idea struck my mind. I walked over to the first section of shoes I saw. I opened up two boxes of 2 different shoes and switched them. I then pulled out 2 more boxes and switched the shoes in them too. Then another, and another till I felt someone behind me. It was Kit. I gave her my loving devilish grin and then she joined me in mixing up the shoes with different boxes. We were almost done with a whole row of shoes when I decided to chunk a sneaker at her.... it hit her in the face. "Oh shit, I didnt mean to Kitty..." before I could finished a show came flying in my direction hitting me in the shoulder. "OUCH!" I chunked another and another until we knew it the whole damn isle was full of shoes. Thats when we heard a voice behind us, knowing it was a working we got up and sprinted out the door to the car. "So, whats next on your shopping list?" I asked. I expected a response in words but instead I gotta slap to the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5394341621937553833?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5394341621937553833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5394341621937553833' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5394341621937553833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5394341621937553833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8585348056826852806</id><published>2011-01-13T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:28:01.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Day at Work</title><content type='html'>I got up, showered, and ate some chocolate cake before heading off to work. It was kind of a slow day.We had a few cars to work on that were brought in earlier this week but we didn't have many stop by today. There was one car that some guy brought in yesterday with all these problems... damn Ford -.- It took all three of us to work on it. Dimitri was under the car, Steve inspected the outside, and I checked under the hood. I popped the hood and propped it up and began to glance around. I started to reach for the oil tank when I heard a *snap* and the next thing I knew the hood came smashing down on my hand. I yelled some highly inappropriate language at work. Steve ran to the drivers seat and pressed the button to pop the hood again but it wouldnt work, he kept pressing it while Dimitri figured out what was goin on and slid out from under the car, grabbed a crowbar, and pried my hand out from under the hood. Damn, now we gotta fix the hood too. I was still swearing when I saw the swelling and discoloration. Went to the hospitial and found out its broken -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8585348056826852806?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8585348056826852806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8585348056826852806' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8585348056826852806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8585348056826852806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/tough-day-at-work.html' title='Tough Day at Work'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5650984990532430452</id><published>2011-01-05T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:30:02.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in A Long Time</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a while now, Sodapop Curtis has no idea what to post about. :( And when that happens and people ask me to post this is what u get..... a big load of nuthin XD Are you ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony asked me to post about a Soda &amp;amp; Pony day so here it is, Pony i'll pick u up from school and we'll go get ice cream. The End :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I raped Dallas's facebook wall..... he enjoyed it....a lot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't already know, me and carson are the king and queen of Narnia. Yep, we go there all the time. Carson has a pet unicorn and I have a miniature dragon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dally and Blairs wedding reception, I went up to dal and said I had some advice for him being married and all. I said "DONT SLEEP WITH OTHER WOMEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about all thats happened in my life recently so TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5650984990532430452?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5650984990532430452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5650984990532430452' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5650984990532430452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5650984990532430452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-time-in-long-time.html' title='First time in A Long Time'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2295028938539505978</id><published>2010-12-29T19:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:01:19.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BACHELOR PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRv1Lel4JbI/AAAAAAAAARU/vqi2-E-uAsg/s1600/dalsBP6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how weddings work. Marriage is planted in to your mind as something thats supposed to be faithful, beautiful, a partnership. You spend endless amounts of money for cake, food, flowers, dresses and tuxedos... all for one day. You pledge your love for that one single person you cant live without. So why is then that a few nights or so before your wedding day you plan a night designated on forgetting all about that one person? Going wild? Getting wasted and watching women who you are not marrying, take their clothes off??? I really just don't get it, but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the best man :) means Im in charge of the bachelor party. I wanted it to be a good one so i debated on where to have it. I finally decided on Buck's cause well hes our friend and gave us the place for the whole damn night for a very decent price. Plus this way he could join us. And we all have memories here so it just kinda fit the deal. I went in early yesterday with Buck, Tim, and Darry so we could decorate. We covered the walls in black sheets, letting no light in, and then we put up a few black lights and a fog machine. And then we cut neon paper in the shape of feminine bodies and hung them up haha, It looked epic. We set out beer, vodka, margaritas, bloody marys, and just about every alcoholic drink you can think of. It was all arranged nicely on round silver trays on the bar. Food wise I asked Darry to grill some steaks and sausage and stuff. Yum :)  Then came time for the party to start. I set a dress code for the party and showed up at Dal's house wearing black shorts and a bow tie and holding extras in my hand. "Curtis, what the hell are you wearing?"  Dal's face was priceless =D "The same thing you are." I handed it to him and made him change. Then we drove to Bucks. Everyone cheered when Dal came in and thats when the party really got started. The music was blaring and we were all eating and getting drunk. Steve showed up with a blow up doll -.- dont ask...i promise you dont wanna know. After a while Dal asked if there were going to be strippers... I said yeah that they were already here upstairs and that I would go get them. Secretly on my way upstairs i happened to nudge Dimitri and TwoBit. A few minutes later the music changed to something more ..... danceable, and a spotlight appeared on the archway where the strippers were supposed to appear..... and they did. Me, TwoBit, and Dimitri slid out under the archway wearing shiny black pants and white tank tops, and we started dancing...pretty provocatively i might add LMAO, once the tanks and shiny pants came off and exposed flashy silver banana hammocks, im pretty sure it woulda qualified as a porno. XD Dal tried to act mad so we would get him real strippers but i could see the laughs he was holding back. I actually did get real stripper though. They came out right after us with a poll and everything ;) (katie i still love you and you are the only woman for me, those strippers got nuthin on u baby)&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. We all got wasted and woke up the next morning in eachother's vomit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dally and Blair, I consider you both family and I wish you many happy years together.... but not as many kids XD Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRv1Lel4JbI/AAAAAAAAARU/vqi2-E-uAsg/s1600/dalsBP6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRv1Lel4JbI/AAAAAAAAARU/vqi2-E-uAsg/s400/dalsBP6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556304142830937522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2295028938539505978?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2295028938539505978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2295028938539505978' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2295028938539505978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2295028938539505978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/bachelor-party.html' title='BACHELOR PARTY'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRv1Lel4JbI/AAAAAAAAARU/vqi2-E-uAsg/s72-c/dalsBP6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8687496727186668472</id><published>2010-12-25T22:29:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:15:09.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You a Merry Christmas =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRfofRcn5uI/AAAAAAAAARE/8dqbcU6FUYU/s1600/buckspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS =D&lt;br /&gt;I got a lotta good stuff for Christmas, including a car.... which I bought for myself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbFj4DPCsI/AAAAAAAAANU/OtU5R-zNi6c/s1600/sodas%2Btruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbFj4DPCsI/AAAAAAAAANU/OtU5R-zNi6c/s400/sodas%2Btruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554844410540133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is all you guys's presents :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit: a kitten, since I killed your other one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbGCW5tX2I/AAAAAAAAANc/VEWj4AzuvVw/s1600/kits%2Bcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 81px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbGCW5tX2I/AAAAAAAAANc/VEWj4AzuvVw/s400/kits%2Bcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554844934217752418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair: a chastity belt, NO MORE KIDS!!! (its for your own good dal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbKCYDXVkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MYwd97cG1h4/s1600/blairspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbKCYDXVkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MYwd97cG1h4/s400/blairspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554849332573197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas: a life... merry christmas :) ha ha jk, i thought I'd get you something useful for your new house so here ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbGv9BJHlI/AAAAAAAAANk/s1P6Yd4WKa4/s1600/dalspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbGv9BJHlI/AAAAAAAAANk/s1P6Yd4WKa4/s400/dalspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554845717543591506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: lingerie  (Dimitri made me do it...he picked it out XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbNPbDbGTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IoZD-h9nJCA/s1600/jelspresentS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbNPbDbGTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IoZD-h9nJCA/s400/jelspresentS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554852855251933490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbHwSVqvYI/AAAAAAAAANs/RlvjyzLdHdE/s1600/jelspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony: a cardboard standup of Britney Spears....one condition Pony...if I see u makin out with this thing...im burnin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbIPWQoeOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aNHSV4bYEqU/s1600/ponyspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbIPWQoeOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aNHSV4bYEqU/s400/ponyspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554847356407019746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darry: you dont gotta keep payin for a gym membership anymore bro...im bringin the gym home to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJEgl0_LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qqf2Ab1iQN0/s1600/darspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJEgl0_LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qqf2Ab1iQN0/s400/darspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554848269713341618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TwoBit: New shirts...im tired of the mickey mouse ones -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJXXfZkSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QmgeBm8tTTY/s1600/twobits%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJXXfZkSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QmgeBm8tTTY/s400/twobits%2Bpresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554848593687974178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: a giant coloring book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJlCS6huI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UjUadb0ug1Y/s1600/stevespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJlCS6huI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UjUadb0ug1Y/s400/stevespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554848828516632290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson: a unicorn =D ....from Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJ1oGS-DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xVkk4VoKkRo/s1600/carspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbJ1oGS-DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xVkk4VoKkRo/s400/carspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554849113542162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke: cookie monster ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbKSl53UzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7rhDk18hnb0/s1600/brookespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbKSl53UzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7rhDk18hnb0/s400/brookespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554849611169354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breanna: a pretty purse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbLWrAoRmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/c7zsYB0z1Fg/s1600/brespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbLWrAoRmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/c7zsYB0z1Fg/s400/brespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554850780771010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin: New pants...seriously man tight pants are gross, no one wants to see that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbLvozf_zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eIbUdHPnOfA/s1600/austinspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbLvozf_zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eIbUdHPnOfA/s400/austinspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554851209675800370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbLWrAoRmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/c7zsYB0z1Fg/s1600/brespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew: new converse =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbNqqt24PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/p0Cnkg7FfrU/s1600/andrews%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbNqqt24PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/p0Cnkg7FfrU/s400/andrews%2Bpresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554853323312914674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elena: I know you'll love it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOGtaN6vI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R-Ee6hL0HjM/s1600/elenas%2Bgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOGtaN6vI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R-Ee6hL0HjM/s400/elenas%2Bgift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554853805072182002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: a pretty coat ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOTPmBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Cnj4pyJlfsU/s1600/jelspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOTPmBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Cnj4pyJlfsU/s400/jelspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854020406928194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Diamond earrings - i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOTPmBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Cnj4pyJlfsU/s1600/jelspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOkhzJORI/AAAAAAAAAPc/l4wP6H6K2tM/s1600/katiespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbOkhzJORI/AAAAAAAAAPc/l4wP6H6K2tM/s400/katiespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854317351581970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly: a new switchblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbPFwmymeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NmlmcwrmdQE/s1600/curlyspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbPFwmymeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NmlmcwrmdQE/s400/curlyspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854888261982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: a new hoodie... isnt it awesome lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbPozD4gMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Xs2HYNAlYOE/s1600/calebspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbPozD4gMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Xs2HYNAlYOE/s400/calebspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554855490216296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: a pair of vans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbQXnb8QkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qRCfZoO8tI8/s1600/kylespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbQXnb8QkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qRCfZoO8tI8/s400/kylespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554856294549832258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: a leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbQy2mdOyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g76z-rXXzDU/s1600/dawns%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbQy2mdOyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g76z-rXXzDU/s400/dawns%2Bpresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554856762476935970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny: THE MUFFIN MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRCfcq8gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8rmQAg5FFq8/s1600/johnnys%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRCfcq8gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8rmQAg5FFq8/s400/johnnys%2Bpresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554857031139783170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: a pretty dress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRQS0pgGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fO7LCjiU4ic/s1600/jamiespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRQS0pgGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fO7LCjiU4ic/s400/jamiespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554857268268859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri: V necks and Ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRtLM5XpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iBcBRica-Mg/s1600/dimspresent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRtLM5XpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iBcBRica-Mg/s400/dimspresent2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554857764439285394" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRqq7JxlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HKY0xp5yq7o/s1600/dimspresnt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbRqq7JxlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HKY0xp5yq7o/s400/dimspresnt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554857721415190098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candie: perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbS9Y1gzhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BPgRJjzJbGQ/s1600/candiespresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbS9Y1gzhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BPgRJjzJbGQ/s400/candiespresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554859142488837650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark: a trip for 2....on a cruise =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbUAMTjmaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bd7KEVcHtY0/s1600/markspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbUAMTjmaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bd7KEVcHtY0/s400/markspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554860290176424354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott: A gift card to a nice dinner and a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbUTnVsecI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9tVSDy_32rU/s1600/scottspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 48px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbUTnVsecI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9tVSDy_32rU/s400/scottspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554860623850666434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cristys present: a pair of Chanel heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbU8yvGE9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lqhv97jhItI/s1600/cristyspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbU8yvGE9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lqhv97jhItI/s400/cristyspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554861331284628434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucks present: a Rolex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRfofRcn5uI/AAAAAAAAARE/8dqbcU6FUYU/s1600/buckspresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRfofRcn5uI/AAAAAAAAARE/8dqbcU6FUYU/s400/buckspresent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555164289341843170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like ur presents =D and i hope i didnt forget anyone. Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8687496727186668472?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8687496727186668472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8687496727186668472' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8687496727186668472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8687496727186668472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-you-merry-christmas-d.html' title='I Wish You a Merry Christmas =D'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TRbFj4DPCsI/AAAAAAAAANU/OtU5R-zNi6c/s72-c/sodas%2Btruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2810560576207409496</id><published>2010-12-19T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:54:18.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes There are Just Some Things We Don't Wanna Hear</title><content type='html'>The phone rang Friday afternoon. Darry was the one to answer it, and being the curious person that I am I wanted to know who it was. Darrys expression was everything but good. He hung up without saying a word, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door. I asked Pony if he knew anythin that was goin on but he didnt. It wasnt till four hours later when we finally got a clue to what the hell was goin on. The phone rang again, this time I answered it. Pony studied my expression until I finally hung up. "We gotta get to the hospital now!" I said. So me, pony, and katie took her car to the hospital. We waited in the lobby for Darry. It didnt take long for him to appear, "What's goin on?" I asked. I was taken away by his response....&lt;br /&gt;He said Kit was suffering from Bulimia Nervosa, an eating disorder. Thats why she so damn skinny and puking her guts out all the time. I remember just sinking in to one of the lobby chairs, trying to get reality through my head. Kit Kat Curtis has an eating disorder? My sister? My smart, strong, funny, lively, beautiful sister? No way! I've seen her inhale more food than myself sometimes...theres no way... Darry explained how she would go behind our backs and let it all out in the toilet after meals. I just couldnt believe what I was hearing. I burst into to her room. She was hooked up to all sorts of machines and tubes. She looked so fragile and helpless. She just stared at me....with tears in her eyes. I hugged her, as hard as I could without thinking I was gonna break her. "Its okay Kitty." I said. 'Youre gonna be okay." I still couldnt believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They released her from the hospital the next day. They gave her some medication to take and told us what her diet should be and stuff. I went grocery shopping and got a lot of food, healthy food and brought it to her apartment. I spend the evenings over there to make sure she's followin doctors orders. Dr. Winston checks up on her too. Every night when she goes to bed, before I leave, I randomly place sticky notes around the house.....inside a cabinet door, on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, on the TV. And they say things like "I love you." "You are so beautiful." "You are strong." Positive things like that. Then I leave and drive home telling myself that shes gonna get through it and that shell be okay, because she is KitKat Sarah Curtis. My loving, gorgeous, fun, thrilling sister who I love very much, and she of all people can conquer anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQ7Sq5AzUvI/AAAAAAAAANI/qfYrH3P78m8/s1600/kitandsoda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQ7Sq5AzUvI/AAAAAAAAANI/qfYrH3P78m8/s400/kitandsoda1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552607024894923506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2810560576207409496?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2810560576207409496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2810560576207409496' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2810560576207409496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2810560576207409496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-there-are-just-some-things-we.html' title='Sometimes There are Just Some Things We Don&apos;t Wanna Hear'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQ7Sq5AzUvI/AAAAAAAAANI/qfYrH3P78m8/s72-c/kitandsoda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8050558797969960810</id><published>2010-12-14T12:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:14:00.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days...</title><content type='html'>Its been snowing all week here in Tulsa so yesterday we decided to take advantage of it. The whole gang came over bundled up in their coats and scarves and hats. We started out with a game of snow football, shirts against skins.....which ended in Darry gettin a mouth full of snow and many of us gettin frostbite XD&lt;br /&gt;Then broke out the snow ball fights... girls against guys, and i have to say we kicked their asses :p After that we made snow cones, but we didnt have that flavored syrup stuff so we used beer, best damn snow cone ive ever had. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We then found this big hill at the park covered in snow so of course we had to go sledding..... on trash can lids. We also had a snow man building contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfA25H_94I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ghA6TWv2gGM/s1600/snowman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfA25H_94I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ghA6TWv2gGM/s400/snowman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617115037267842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfA-yv9zxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AYx76Zd9ooY/s1600/snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfA-yv9zxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AYx76Zd9ooY/s400/snowman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617250764803858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBGni1bCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D-9AKb3NKiI/s1600/snowman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBGni1bCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D-9AKb3NKiI/s400/snowman3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617385195891746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBPbsZXNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o1tWK5UhjJM/s1600/snowman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBPbsZXNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/o1tWK5UhjJM/s400/snowman4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617536633593042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBVRR-t0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DkomUcS0Y24/s1600/snowman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBVRR-t0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DkomUcS0Y24/s400/snowman5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617636917655362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBesKrspI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f6DbrEh0OGs/s1600/snowman6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBesKrspI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f6DbrEh0OGs/s400/snowman6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617798753628818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBjoJLTgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cqIs_hWJJSI/s1600/snowman7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBjoJLTgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cqIs_hWJJSI/s400/snowman7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617883572915714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBqSlBfxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6QMjI1KsoOQ/s1600/snowman8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBqSlBfxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6QMjI1KsoOQ/s400/snowman8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550617998043217682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBybHQV2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/2m1Q6gR1FQE/s1600/snowman9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfBybHQV2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/2m1Q6gR1FQE/s400/snowman9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550618137773234018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfB3h_6z1I/AAAAAAAAANA/pgElMlQt5m4/s1600/snowman10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfB3h_6z1I/AAAAAAAAANA/pgElMlQt5m4/s400/snowman10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550618225520856914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8050558797969960810?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8050558797969960810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8050558797969960810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8050558797969960810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8050558797969960810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TQfA25H_94I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ghA6TWv2gGM/s72-c/snowman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5441107563581956209</id><published>2010-12-07T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:04:11.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning i woke up and took a shower and had some chocolate cake for breakfast :) I didnt have work so i planned on bein lazy and sittin on the couch in front of the TV all day. I walked outta my room and glanced over through kit's doorway. She was sittin on her bed, arms around her legs, boxes scattered among her room. She was moving into her new apartment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; "What's up Kitty?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;She sighed. "Tonight's my last night in this house...in this bed."&lt;br /&gt;"Isnt that a good thing?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and no."&lt;br /&gt;"Im sure its not your LAST night, youll be back...probably all the time."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, i guess so."&lt;br /&gt;When I started to leave she didnt say anything so i stepped in and plopped down on the bed beside her.&lt;br /&gt;"Im proud of you sis."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause.... you know how to grow up."&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a weird look...&lt;br /&gt;"For reals... youre getting married, and you were smart about how you went about it and who your gettin married to...youve got a job and a car and your own apartment....i only got 1 outta 3 of those things."&lt;br /&gt;"What if i dont want to grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed "Easy...then just dont." I smiled. "Getting married doesnt mean you have to grow up Kit... yeah your gonna have a few more responsibilities, but you got someone to take on those responsibilities with you. And if your in love then your in love...you dont have to be grown up to fall in love...you just gotta know how to do it right, and you do...your very smart sis."&lt;br /&gt;"Theres just so many memories here"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...but youll make new ones, and youll always have these ones to look back on."&lt;br /&gt;"Soda?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why havent you moved out?"&lt;br /&gt;I paused... "Well.... I guess because of Pony and Darry, I dont think they could get along without me here. Im just not ready to move out yet."&lt;br /&gt;We just sat for a moment, not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish mom and dad were here..." Kit confessed.&lt;br /&gt;"Me too sis..." I pulled her to my chest, holding her in a hug.&lt;br /&gt;"They would be proud...of all of us i think." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah....they would be."&lt;br /&gt;There was another long pause...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, remember when we used to play pirates? And we had sword fights and Pony almost fell outta the tree house?"&lt;br /&gt;Kit laughed, "Yeah....or the times where we would make mud pies and dare Darry to eat em?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha....poor Darry...no wonder he likes to be cynical...its all payback......... Hold on a sec.." I got up to get somethin. Returning a minute later I popped a tape in to Kits VCR. It was a video of us at the lake one summer. Dad was grilling, Mom was unpacking the camping equipment, Pony and I were tryin to throw each other in the lake, Kit was collecting pretty rocks, and Darry was gettin firewood...&lt;br /&gt;We watched the video, laughing and commenting on it together.&lt;br /&gt;"Those were the good old days.." Kit said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but these are the good new days."&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me and smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5441107563581956209?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5441107563581956209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5441107563581956209' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5441107563581956209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5441107563581956209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-old-days.html' title='The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6666415560073885073</id><published>2010-12-02T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:06:26.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG is that.......</title><content type='html'>I was workin with my best buddy Steve this mornin. Things were kinda slow and we were bored outta our minds....untill about noon when this car pulls up, and out of it steps..................................&lt;br /&gt;JEFF GORDON! (for you slow ones, hes a famous race car driver). I could imagine the look on mine and steves face when our jaws dropped open. Jeff said he was just passin through and was havin some troubles with his car and wondered if we could help. Speechless, steven and i just nodded. He showed us the problem and it turned out that it wasnt much of a big deal but it took three hours to fix. We chatted and he signed autographs for us and took a picture and everything. It was freakin awesome!!! After insisting we'd work for free, he handed us the payment for fixing it plus a bonus... a $500 bonus...... each! =D Great day at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6666415560073885073?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6666415560073885073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6666415560073885073' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6666415560073885073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6666415560073885073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-is-that.html' title='OMG is that.......'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7204512951681864447</id><published>2010-11-23T23:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:42:34.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Gift For The Perfect Sister</title><content type='html'>I may sound like im just suckin up to my sis, but really i mean everything i say. Yes she can be a hard headed smart ass sometimes, but shes also sweet fun and a genius...so what the hell do I get my oh so awesome sister for her birthday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i hate to say it, Kit is gettin married soon but she doesnt even have her own car. So as her older mechanic type brother, I get her a car. What kind? What color? How fast? How much? Last week i took a little trip to the junkyard, and this is what i found......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TOyj693np9I/AAAAAAAAALo/St0ztp3SkPw/s1600/kitscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TOyj693np9I/AAAAAAAAALo/St0ztp3SkPw/s400/kitscar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542985474821826514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.....it was once a 64' ford mustang. Clearly i had a lot of work to do. I had to find an engine, a starter, brake pads, brakes, headlights, tires, rims, a bumper, a new gas tank, a back windshield....and a few other parts here and there....cost quite a lot so i just wont tell Darry how much i spent and it will all be good =D&lt;br /&gt;I got started fixin it up right away, every spare moment i had at work went to this car. Of course Steve and Dimitri helped ..... a lot. Like hell I could do all this by myself in a week. We got it lookin good and runnin smooth. Hope you like it baby sis =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TOyk1QRBi3I/AAAAAAAAALw/lv0v7paxZJo/s1600/kitscar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TOyk1QRBi3I/AAAAAAAAALw/lv0v7paxZJo/s400/kitscar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542986476192631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7204512951681864447?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7204512951681864447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7204512951681864447' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7204512951681864447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7204512951681864447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-gift-for-perfect-sister.html' title='The Perfect Gift For The Perfect Sister'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TOyj693np9I/AAAAAAAAALo/St0ztp3SkPw/s72-c/kitscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-815478101115569831</id><published>2010-11-16T18:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:32:19.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Get'em</title><content type='html'>Saturday mornin I went to work. Steve me and dimitri goofed around all day like we always do. We were fixin some "low rider" ha ha I didn't know those kinda people lived around here, anyways this thing sat about half a foot from the ground so we had to jack it up to get underneath it. Dimitri was on break and Steve was inside and I was workin underneath this car. I was layin on my side to reach the part I needed to. I was just goin bout my business tryin to fix it when I hear a loud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crack &lt;/span&gt;and the next thing I knew this car was jammed into my spine and rib cage. Steve came outside and saw me and screamed in a really girly high pitched scream and then got the damn thing off me. It didnt feel too good. I went to the hospitial and they said i pinched a nerve or two or sumptin in my back and now it hurts like hell, so i wont be workin for a few days. After that I just went home and tried to get comfortable on the couch. I took a little nap and watched some tv and then around 8 o'clock at night I heard someone knockin at the door. I opened it to find Dimitri with a bottle of vodka in his hand, he was drunk as hell. I was surprised he even found my house in his condition. He stumbled in through the doorway...this wasnt like him so i knew somethin had to be wrong. He fell on to the couch and just started cryin. Ok, I got this drunk dude on my couch cryin...what the hell do I do? With slurred words he told me what happened that mornin. After puttin words together and decoding the phrases in my head I came to the conclusion that his psycho ex basically tried to rape him and Jelly walked in and now she thinks he cheated on her. And hes tried to talk to her but she wont answer the phone and just slams the front door in his face. I told him he needed to sleep off all the alcohol and come back tomorrow sober ....I gotta plan. I walked him home and got em in his house, kinda wished I could lock it from the outside, to keep him from leavin and endin up dead in the street somewhere later. The next day he showed up at my house...sober...i think. We went to Jellys and I knocked on the door. A few minutes later I heard jelly yellin somethin like "If thats you Dimitri you better get the hell off my front porch or my daddys coming out there with his rifle." Damn, Im glad I never got on her dads bad side when we dated. But I said it was just me and she let me in. She left the front door open... I explained to her how i was sorry about the situation she was in and then I pulled her in to a hug. Dimitri popped in the front doorway and I mouthed something and he ran upstairs to Jels room. Jels screamed and ran up after him. I snuck out the front door and waited on the porch for a while...and hour passed...then an hour and a half... so then I left with the conclusion that my plan worked and they were in the middle of makeup sex LMAO. I guess we'll find out later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-815478101115569831?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/815478101115569831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=815478101115569831' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/815478101115569831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/815478101115569831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-getem.html' title='Go Get&apos;em'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6968006337807107019</id><published>2010-11-09T20:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:18:36.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Guys Hang Out</title><content type='html'>When a group of guys hang out anything can happen.... and i mean ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Dallas&lt;br /&gt;TwoBit&lt;br /&gt;Darry&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri&lt;br /&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the evening by watching the football game at 2. Yelling and drinking till 5 when it was over. After wards we argued over whose woman was hotter when Dallas and Dimitri almost ended up in a fist fight. We drank and drank and drank so yes we got drunk...all of us, even Darry. Have you ever seen Darry drunk? It's hilarious. He ran around the house in his socks and underwear with a towel tied around his neck and calling himself superman.... yeah that wouldnt be the first time this has happened haha. Then someone mentioned that famous lap dance that Dimitri gave Kit that night we all went out to eat together and well what does Dimitri do? He gets on the table and starts dancing....in his boxers and a cowboy hat.. no idea where the cowboy hat came from, but being the drunk asses we were we just laughed...well some of us joined in...i wont say names *cough*twobit*cough*steve*cough* =D&lt;br /&gt;We played beer pong somewhere in there and Dally won every game. Did I mention he peed on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;All the little kiddies were out and the girls were hanging together. Kit walked in around 9 this morning to find us all passed out on the floor half clothed.....except Dallas, he was asleep butt naked on the couch. Poor Kit LMAO. She flipped on the light and someone...i think it was Mark, yelled at her to turn it off and then he threw a beer bottle that went crashing into the wall behind her. All I heard after that was "Oh Hell No!!" and I think she left again. I woke up later to see everyone still passed out cold. Darry was hugging Ponys teddy bear, Dimitri fell asleep with the cowboy hat on, twobit was sucking his thumb, and Mark was asleep on the table, steve had his hand down his pants, and dallas was on the couch still but this time he was laying on his back exposing everything -_-&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I call a night out with the guys =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNorHvucntI/AAAAAAAAALg/RcR5D4f6mPo/s1600/blogpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNorHvucntI/AAAAAAAAALg/RcR5D4f6mPo/s400/blogpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537786103875804882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6968006337807107019?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6968006337807107019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6968006337807107019' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6968006337807107019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6968006337807107019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happens-when-guys-hang-out.html' title='What Happens When Guys Hang Out'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNorHvucntI/AAAAAAAAALg/RcR5D4f6mPo/s72-c/blogpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4178968597769670207</id><published>2010-11-03T09:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:07:10.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>Ah, the greatness that is Halloween. Every year the little kids go out trick or treating with their parents and stock up on sugary candy that keeps them up all week long and late for school the next day. They look forward to it every year just for the excuse to eat insane amounts of candy, but for us teenagers its a little different. We love halloween for the excuse to dress horribly inappropriately, get completely wasted, and scare those oh so innocent little trick or treaters.&lt;br /&gt;So what better way to celebrate than a party at the Curtis house? Everyone showed up around six in their slutty, half naked halloween costumes. I was dressed at the naked cowboy =D wearing only underwear, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. There were various other revealing costumes such as Tarzan (Dimitri), A Playboy Bunny (Katie), A Sexy Devil (Dawn), A naughty little Fairy (Jelly), A Muffin (Johnny), A Vampire (Elena), A Cat (Kit) lol, and then probably my favorite costume was Dallas. He didnt dress up so I just told everyone he was a Dick LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to games, people started gettin a little frisky. The first one we played was a couple game. Each of the girls had a garter high up their leg and their partner had to be the fastest to get it off.... with his teeth. I have to admit that I failed miserably. Dallas and Blair won, Im sure that wasnt the first time they've done that XD im also pretty sure blair had bite marks after wards. Kit and TwoBit came in second... that didnt make me feel too great -_-&lt;br /&gt;After the games it was time to get wasted =D. I think my favorite part after that was when Pony, dressed as Britney Spears, got on the table and started to sing and dance... I cant say Im proud to call him my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TwoBit, Steve, Austin, Dimitri and I all went outside to scare the shit outta the little trick or treaters. Dallas crept up on this one kid and screamed in his ear and the kid turned around and punched Dal in the face HAHAHA he couldnt have been over 8 years old. We got a lotta candy doin that.&lt;br /&gt;Next was time to mess with the socs... We went over to the south side and... had some fun. We TP'ed and egged and forked and smashed car windows and put various bloody halloween masks on their car antennas, we also left a coupla "dead bodies" here and there. We did Bobs house last, save the best for last right? Ofcourse his house looked the worst :) I think someone even puked on his porch LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night and well worth the hangover the next day. Halloween gave us the excuse to act stupid and reckless, but that dont mean we wont any other time of the year! Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3a0IlWdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BiKlKs9UL5M/s1600/halloweenparty1dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3a0IlWdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BiKlKs9UL5M/s400/halloweenparty1dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535336719570000338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3iVznGpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qN2ygiqJngg/s1600/halloweenparty1jelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3iVznGpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qN2ygiqJngg/s400/halloweenparty1jelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535336848867924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3zqekN-I/AAAAAAAAALA/9QyJwyg2khE/s1600/halloweenparty1jatie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3zqekN-I/AAAAAAAAALA/9QyJwyg2khE/s400/halloweenparty1jatie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535337146474575842" border="0" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF38T3zbxI/AAAAAAAAALI/mb0kDOfdhuk/s1600/halloweenparty1elena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF38T3zbxI/AAAAAAAAALI/mb0kDOfdhuk/s400/halloweenparty1elena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535337295025237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWN                                          JELLY                             KATIE                         ELENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF4VP-8jvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wCXYglN2KkA/s1600/halloweenparty1johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF4VP-8jvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wCXYglN2KkA/s400/halloweenparty1johnny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535337723478183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF6cTVbXwI/AAAAAAAAALY/u88HrWdz2u0/s1600/halloweenparty1kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF6cTVbXwI/AAAAAAAAALY/u88HrWdz2u0/s400/halloweenparty1kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535340043660123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KITKAT&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3zqekN-I/AAAAAAAAALA/9QyJwyg2khE/s1600/halloweenparty1jatie.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3iVznGpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qN2ygiqJngg/s1600/halloweenparty1jelly.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4178968597769670207?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4178968597769670207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4178968597769670207' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4178968597769670207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4178968597769670207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TNF3a0IlWdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BiKlKs9UL5M/s72-c/halloweenparty1dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8975907525272053215</id><published>2010-10-26T13:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:19:05.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date for my little Brother</title><content type='html'>Here we go with the match making again...i dunno why i do this none of the other ones were very successful but Pony asked so I did some searching and a little bit a stalkin and heres what i got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMckVw9OZWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IXePFGbm7TM/s1600/pontpost1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMckVw9OZWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IXePFGbm7TM/s320/pontpost1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532430623585494370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison (Madi) Kane&lt;br /&gt;DOB: January 7, 1994&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Light Blue&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Lynx&lt;br /&gt;Fav Subject: Biology&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: She loves to sing and play the piano. Madison has never made a grade lower than a B in all her years at school and when she graduates she plans on going to college to become a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes the kinda girl who likes to have innocent fun with the ones she cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMckdUvhRJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U9AdtjRU75k/s1600/pontpost3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMckdUvhRJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/U9AdtjRU75k/s320/pontpost3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532430753450771602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raine Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;DOB: October 6, 1993&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Black Bears&lt;br /&gt;Fav Subject: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Raine is a black belt in Karate and needs no help showing how bad ass she is. Her favorite thing to wear is her jeans and converse but when needed she definitely knows how to show off her gorgeous body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love Raine is very passionate. She is very strong and hates it when people discover her weaknesses. She is very devoted and never gives up. She knows how to party and have a good time but knows her priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMcklybq3vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/04hFCjKKQa0/s1600/ponypost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMcklybq3vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/04hFCjKKQa0/s320/ponypost2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532430898859532018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Young&lt;br /&gt;DOB: June 28, 1994&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Zebras&lt;br /&gt;Fav Subject: English&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Julia loves to be creative. In her free time she likes to draw, paint, and sometimes scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to hang with friends. Julia likes to document events by taking pictures. She is fun and full of energy. In the summer she is always found at the pool and in the winter shes often out sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony I wish you luck and hope you find someone that makes you happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8975907525272053215?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8975907525272053215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8975907525272053215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8975907525272053215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8975907525272053215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-for-my-little-brother.html' title='A Date for my little Brother'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TMckVw9OZWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IXePFGbm7TM/s72-c/pontpost1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7038148948979789952</id><published>2010-10-19T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:40:53.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And another date....</title><content type='html'>Okay so the past couple of weeks ive been on "dates".&lt;br /&gt;I went on a friendship date with Carson.&lt;br /&gt;I went on a best friend date to the fair with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;I went with Pony to homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went on a date with the most beautiful and perfect person in the world. My wife.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like forever since we have done somethin together. So I started by surprising her with breakfast in bed. ;) Only her favorite.... chocolate chip pancakes with a cheesy omelet and bacon, and of course chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I took her shopping. I bought her a pretty dress with matching shoes and jewelry. We had lunch in the mall between all our shopping. And I took her out to a nice place for dinner where she wore the outfit I bought for her. And then we went to the drive in and DIDNT watch a movie. =D It was a great night. It couldnt have been better simply because I spent it with Katie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7038148948979789952?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7038148948979789952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7038148948979789952' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7038148948979789952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7038148948979789952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-another-date.html' title='And another date....'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-9121012464601900474</id><published>2010-10-12T21:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:04:58.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of Dal's Accident!</title><content type='html'>Dallas and Blair needed someone to babysit last night so they could go out. Dal told me ahead of time that he was gonna pop the question to Blair so me and Katie offered to keep Blaze the whole night. (God only knew what that kid might have had to listen to last night XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal brought Blaze over about dinner time. Of course he didnt feed the kid first so we had to. After he flung food all over the damn kitchen we had to give him a bath. I didn't even have to shower the baby food off, Blaze did that for me. Thank God the kid didnt piss on me at all. Being an older brother, I know pretty well how to change a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;After his bath, Me, Kit, and Pony decided to play dress up with Blaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhFxUfpJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NiyvJTiJ2AM/s1600/blaze1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhFxUfpJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NiyvJTiJ2AM/s320/blaze1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527360500689511570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhKd9hxAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TeXRofah2_U/s1600/blaze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhKd9hxAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TeXRofah2_U/s320/blaze2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527360581392253954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhPWf2wdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/utt7TIpklio/s1600/blaze3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhPWf2wdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/utt7TIpklio/s320/blaze3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527360665288098258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was waking up every hour cause the kid was cryin all night. :p But I have to admit, I did enjoy it.... kinda made me think about how it woulda been with Snow. I dunno, maybe someday, in the far far future, Sodapop Curtis will have kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-9121012464601900474?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9121012464601900474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=9121012464601900474' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9121012464601900474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9121012464601900474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-care-of-dals-accident.html' title='Taking Care of Dal&apos;s Accident!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TLUhFxUfpJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NiyvJTiJ2AM/s72-c/blaze1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6015471793787709274</id><published>2010-10-05T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:23:54.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friendship Date With CARSON =D</title><content type='html'>Me and Carson went on a date.....yes a date. It was a friendship date :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornin started out at the Krispy Kreme. We decided to take a break from chocolate cake and have donuts :) theyre just as good, especially the chocolate ones, and of course we had chocolate milk too.....but not Steves kind...we had the kind thats legal to sell at walmart ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Next we decided to catch an early movie at the movie house. All the movies they were playin were lame so we just picked one and decided to cause trouble in the theater. There were actually a lotta people in there for it bein such an early movie. We noticed a couple of Socs a few rows in front of us, so what do a couple a immature greasers like us do? We throw popcorn =D and we threw a lot of damn popcorn too. Dumbass Socs didnt even see us lol. After we ran out of popcorn, that we didnt eat any of ha ha, we decided to fake a make out in the middle of the theater....actually it was more like a porno in the middle of the theater but whatever. We started fake makin out, with our lips not actually touchin and our hands all over each other. Then we both pulled off our shirts lol, thats when heads started to turn. We unzipped our pants and started makin akward sex noises lmfao, you shoulda seen everyones face XD, they were grossed out, but it was hilarious. So layin in the seats half naked with our pants unzipped and tryin not to laugh, one of the ushers finally caught us and kicked us out. We almost peed ourselves laughin. Poor Pony was workin and he was the one who had to clean our theater ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;After fakin a romantic display of affection, we went to the park and decided to skinny dip in the fountain. Parents were freakin out when we started to take our clothes off, poor little kids. But it didnt last long cause the damn security guard was on duty. He was gonna fine us but we ran like hell and got away. We then decided to just chill by the train tracks for a while, just talkin bout the good old days when the Randles and Matthews used to come over and we would play house in the backyard. Darry and Blair were always the mom and dad and we were their obnoxious troublesome children.....except for Steve, he always wanted to be the dog. :p We would make mud pies and leaf salads....and then we would dare each other to eat them =D until mom caught us and told us to come inside and eat a real pie instead lol. And one day carson and I decided to make out under the tree house cause  we watched our parents do it all the time ha ha, then mom caught us and  yelled at us about it. I think I was about nine and car was seven. XD I miss those days :( When greasers were just greasers and socs were just socs....when the biggest problem we had to deal with was cooties.&lt;br /&gt;It started to get late and we thought whats a better way to end our friendship date than to get totally wasted and dance till we passed out?..... so we did =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6015471793787709274?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6015471793787709274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6015471793787709274' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6015471793787709274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6015471793787709274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendship-date-with-carson-d.html' title='A Friendship Date With CARSON =D'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5815190259726194281</id><published>2010-09-20T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:04:27.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Possible</title><content type='html'>Agent S.P. Curtis here on a mission. A mission to get Ponyboy Curtis back in Britney Spear's fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of tears and shreds of Britney Spear's posters, I S.P. Curtis decided to track down the Pop diva and give her a piece of my mind. I started by stalking her twitter account to see if she posted her whereabouts. She had a concert in Tulsa this week so she couldnt be too far. I left my phone on her twitter page while I snuck around the venue where her concert was gonna be. I wandered unnoticed for almost two hours when finally, a twitter update. "Sitting in my dressing room, getting ready for tonight's concert in Tulsa. It's going to be a blast!" HER DRESSING ROOM! How the hell was I supposed to get in there? I sat defeated for about three minutes and then decided to get off my ass and actually do something.&lt;br /&gt;I ran around to the back of the venue where I noticed a door that said "Do Not Enter" ha ha since when did Sodapop Curtis, oops i mean, Agent S.P. Curtis do what he was told? So i opened the door. On the other side was a long hallway. I followed it until it turned down another hall, thats when I noticed two huge body guards standing by a door with a big star on it. It had to be her dressing room. I decided to take Kits advice, and think with my head this time.....and when that got me absolutely nowhere i started thinking with my... "petiteness". So what did I do? I stripped down naked and started running as fast as i possibly could down the hall and past the guards. One of the great things about being petite.. you can run fast =D I sprinted to the lobby of the venue and opened the outside door where i found myself butt naked in a sea of Britney fans. Parents covered their kids eyes, guys gave me disgusting looks, and girls well..they were enjoying this. I looked over to see a pathway through the crowd so without hesitation I started running again. I ran back around to the same door I went in earlier and down the same hall. Just when I rounded the corner I turned to grab my clothes, but they werent there. Damnit. "Looking for these?" I heard a deep voice say behind me. I turned to find myself face to chest with a six foot tall four hundred pound security guard dangling my clothes in the air. Almost peeing myself, I started to run again but this time I only got about ten feet when he tackled me to the ground. Im not sure but it feels like I shattered a rib...and a few other areas in my body, like my collar bone, and my petiteness. (wont be usin that for a while :( ) I thought I was gonna suffocate when the door in front of my face opened, and guess who it was, Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;She asked what all the noise was and noticed a possible fan was being crushed under her massive bodyguard so she ordered him to get up. Thats when she noticed her possible fan was naked. First all she did was laugh and then she asked why I didnt have clothes on. So i explained to her my stalkerness and streaking and then gave her the reason behind it. I almost blew up too, no one makes my little brother cry and gets away with it. I dont care if your a famous pop star or a hobo, you will face the wrath of Agent S.P. Curtis!!!!!! I was almost screaming by the time I was finished. I told her how she cant treat my brother like that and how hes her biggest fan and all that. I may have scared her just a little bit, but then again I wouldnt be very threatened by a naked guy yelling at me. After all my yelling i was outta breath and panting. Britney just stared at me then started laughing again. But she agreed to make Pony the president of her fan club again cause he must be a big fan for his brother to run around naked just to tell off Britney Spears. And she also thought i was attractive so she also gave Pony free front row seats and backstage passes to every local concert for the rest of his life. After that she gave me an autographed picture and a pink silk robe. When I asked what the robe was for, she smiled and looked down then turned and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this concludes yet another successful mission by Agent S.P. Curtis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5815190259726194281?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5815190259726194281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5815190259726194281' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5815190259726194281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5815190259726194281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/mission-possible.html' title='Mission Possible'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3961342778545623482</id><published>2010-09-13T18:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:42:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Match Made in Tulsa</title><content type='html'>I did Darry a favor with hookin him up with a girl so im gonna do the same for my best friend Steve. Steves been alone wwwaaayyy too long. Its time he got himself a good girl so after some investigating and deep searching, these are the lucky top 3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI60Ws3Nc3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NMCid5VywKY/s1600/sodapost1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI60Ws3Nc3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NMCid5VywKY/s320/sodapost1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516544895668286322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Allisyn Shetler : The Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Allisyn loves to be original. She has a heart for children and enjoys babysitting for money. Shes into reading and swimming and loves to cuddle (take it from someone who knows XD).&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Killer Wales&lt;br /&gt;Fav hobby: Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI6z7Ax7X0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/XA1qfQUXdGM/s1600/sodapost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI6z7Ax7X0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/XA1qfQUXdGM/s320/sodapost2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516544419978501954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Hayli Foster: The Party Animal&lt;br /&gt;Hayli definitely knows a good time. She loves to get drunk and go wild. When it comes to what she wants, theres no stopping her. Her sensitive side? She enjoys helping at the teen clinic with young teens who have addictions to illegal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Orange&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Lion&lt;br /&gt;Fav Hobby: Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI60CCOw-PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/revmOZfgdTw/s1600/sodapost3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI60CCOw-PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/revmOZfgdTw/s320/sodapost3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516544540626974962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Tori Donovan: The All American Girl&lt;br /&gt;Tori loves life. She always sees the positive even in the lowest situations. Her afternoons are spent teaching piano classes and her nights are usually out on the town. Shes a coffee-fiend and is easily hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;Fav Animal: Koala Bears&lt;br /&gt;Fav Hobby: Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one of theses girls satisfies you Steven. Consider this a present from your best friend =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3961342778545623482?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3961342778545623482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3961342778545623482' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3961342778545623482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3961342778545623482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-match-made-in-tulsa.html' title='Another Match Made in Tulsa'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TI60Ws3Nc3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NMCid5VywKY/s72-c/sodapost1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7802241718973502845</id><published>2010-09-04T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:50:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of the Real Life Admiral Twin Drive-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TIMTfC-KPYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xdpo4FJfxzk/s1600/drivein.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TIMTfC-KPYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xdpo4FJfxzk/s320/drivein.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513271792926080386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those of you who don't know, the Admiral Twin Drive-In in Tulsa Oklahoma where The Outsiders was filmed, burned down yesterday. From what I've read, they are trying to rebuild. This post is in honor if that drive-in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like years since the gangs been to the drive in, so last night I rounded everyone up and we all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started at seven and we got there a little early to get a good spot. We brought the truck and some blankets to sit on, and of course a LOT of beer =D. The first movie was great, we all just sat and watched it like normal people, but by the time the second one started most of us were drunk and restless. We also took a stroll down make out city. All the couples were together down each others throats and in each others pants and what not. And then there was some streaking lmao, thanks to Dallas and TwoBit. That almost got us kicked out. Overall I have to say it was a fun time, it felt like the good old days. No socs were around so we didnt have to kick ass, not that I wouldnt have liked to, it just wasnt necessary. I did learn something though... ten couples in the back of a truck all making out at the same time, is never a good thing.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7802241718973502845?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7802241718973502845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7802241718973502845' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7802241718973502845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7802241718973502845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-honor-of-real-life-admiral-twin.html' title='In Honor of the Real Life Admiral Twin Drive-In'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TIMTfC-KPYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xdpo4FJfxzk/s72-c/drivein.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1313141933414178781</id><published>2010-08-21T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:09:39.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Generosity</title><content type='html'>Today I was hangin with Johnny, Brooke, and Kit. We started the day off by going out for breakfast. I asked everyone what they wanted and Johnny said Muffins. Of course. I told him he always has muffins and he said sumptin about Muffin Mondays. Then I told him its Saturday and he said close enough. Ha ha, Johnny needs help with his muffiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hit the mall. We goofed around trying on clothes, pissing off security guards, splashing in the fountain, and bothering people with fake surveys about their sex lives. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pet store in the mall.  Brooke wanted to take every animal home with her. She really wanted this one puppy. She went up to the guy at the desk, who's name was Simone according to his name tag, and she asked how much for the puppy, Simone said it was $500. He said the puppy was a 6 week old baby girl dachshund who is very playful and loves pink things apparently. I dunno how a dog can love pink things, arent they color blind? Anyways,  Johnny said they couldn pay for it. We had to drag Brooks outta there so we could go get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After eatin lunch we got some snow cones that ended up on each others clothes. After that we called it a day and headed home to shower off the snow cones. I couldn stop thinkin about that puppy Brooke wanted....im supposed to be savin for a down payment on a house but....what the hell. I was feeling really nice so I went and bought Brooke the puppy. (Darry can just suck it :p)&lt;br /&gt;I showed up at Brooke's house and rang the doorbell. Johnny answered and said Brooke was out so I just sat the puppy on her bed where she fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/THCvmm9Mc7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hoWL5WewYf8/s1600/brookespuppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/THCvmm9Mc7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hoWL5WewYf8/s320/brookespuppy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508095422101222322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1313141933414178781?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1313141933414178781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1313141933414178781' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1313141933414178781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1313141933414178781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-generosity.html' title='A Little Generosity'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/THCvmm9Mc7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hoWL5WewYf8/s72-c/brookespuppy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4839110495515390811</id><published>2010-08-18T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:12:31.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Lib Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I asked you to fill in the blanks, and here's what you came up with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;night was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;repulsive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i decided to throw a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;torrid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;party. Everyone came over at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;217 B.C.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I brought out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;vodka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;gerber baby food&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats when the party really started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    Everyone was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that we decided to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TwoBit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Blair&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dimitri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ponyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tim Shepard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Darry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;decided we should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lick eachother&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So we did that for about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;83&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hours, then we all settled down to watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Youth in Revolt"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the middle of the movie I looked over and saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pushing each other&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I yelled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hey TwoBit, Mickeys on TV!"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just couldnt believe them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone fell asleep at about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1 pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fell asleep on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;toaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,   i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;jizzed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at the sight of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  The next day i woke up to the smell of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone looked &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fluffy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; But id have to say this was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;most sparkly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;party ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4839110495515390811?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4839110495515390811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4839110495515390811' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4839110495515390811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4839110495515390811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mad-lib-finished.html' title='Mad Lib Finished'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-9166538678223284896</id><published>2010-08-13T01:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:31:45.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Lib (i need ur help)</title><content type='html'>Okay heres how this works...&lt;br /&gt;Below is a funny story I made up, but its funny yet because it aint finished, well you all have to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT READ THE STORY (IN &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;) Its only funny if you read it when its finished...&lt;br /&gt;only read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; words, what ever the purple word is, is what the story needs there to make sense.. so you will comment a word. The first person will comment with a word that the first purple space asks for, then the 2nd person will comment to fill in the 2nd purple space and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please for now only read the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;words =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only read the purple words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; DAY OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;night was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ADJECTIVE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i decided to throw a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ADJECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;party. Everyone came over at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I brought out the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SOMETHING U CAN DRINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SOMETHING U CAN EAT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats when the party really started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    Everyone was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that we decided to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VERB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with each other&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER GUY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER GIRL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER GUY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;decided we should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VERB&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So we did that for about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NUMBER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hours then we all settled down to watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the middle of the movie I looked over and saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;,   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VERB&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I yelled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FAMOUS QUOTE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just couldnt believe them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone fell asleep at about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   BLOGGER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fell asleep on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMETHING U FIND IN A HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,   i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VERB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at the sight of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  The next day i woke up to the smell of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOUN&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ADJECTIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; But id have to say this was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ADJECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;party ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END--i will fill in the blanks when you all fill comment with the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-9166538678223284896?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9166538678223284896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=9166538678223284896' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9166538678223284896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9166538678223284896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mad-lib-i-need-ur-help.html' title='Mad Lib (i need ur help)'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1379589967601663872</id><published>2010-08-05T00:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:48:31.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is Sodapop Curtis and you're watching The Dating Game. Our contestant today is Darry Curtis. Tell us Darry, what made you decide to participate in the dating game? "My brother forced me to do it. He thinks I need to get laid"&lt;br /&gt;(It's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So after flipping through my old phone book and with the help of Katie, this is who I came up with...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Darry here are your options.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:  Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpMthUwRaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ByPetMPUGBo/s1600/aaablogdategame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpMthUwRaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ByPetMPUGBo/s320/aaablogdategame1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501794239709726114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Ashley Jo Kerr&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Fav Food: Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley enjoys walks in the park and boating. Hates to cook but like picnics. Shes fun and lively and likes her men well built and muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Lissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpNp6D0F3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/c3oUN_MzghU/s1600/aaablogdategame2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpNp6D0F3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/c3oUN_MzghU/s320/aaablogdategame2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501795277141710706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Lissa Blake Sander&lt;br /&gt;Age: 22&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Fav Food: Strawberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissa's favorite place is the beach. She loves the sun and heat. She likes serious men with a loving sensitive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpPFJeV3tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qURXuP4k0Dk/s1600/aaablogdategame3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpPFJeV3tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qURXuP4k0Dk/s320/aaablogdategame3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501796844647603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Danielle Adrianna Thadder&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Fav Food: Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle isn't afraid to get down and dirty. She played basketball in high school and loves the outdoors, but also likes sitting at home and enjoys movie nights. She likes her men playful and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go Darry, all you have to do now is choose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1379589967601663872?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1379589967601663872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1379589967601663872' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1379589967601663872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1379589967601663872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/dating-game.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFpMthUwRaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ByPetMPUGBo/s72-c/aaablogdategame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6719122880355783424</id><published>2010-07-30T18:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:30:25.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Break me off a piece of that KIT-KAT BAR =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFNgXXT1rWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r6uSna8yht4/s1600/aaakitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFNgXXT1rWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r6uSna8yht4/s320/aaakitty2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499845524459990370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and needed to post and was talkin to Kitty, so this is what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT KITKAT CURTIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(u better feel special sister...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: She can kick ass; dont even have to stick up for her, she handles herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: She can be serious and sarcastic at the same time...impossible you say? nothing is impossible with Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: Shes strong...i dont just mean physically, i have only seen my sister cry a handful of times in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Shes independent, though she loves her family and friends, she doesnt need them lookin out for her, she can take care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Shes smart....most of the time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: She has a sense of humor, always keeps me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: Shes understanding and can be depended on when I need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: She is willing to do just about anything for the good of the ones she cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: She dont put up with Shit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: SHES MY SISTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya go kit, the post youve been waitin for =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFNgfSKvRmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aBV8fB4Hg1c/s1600/aaakitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFNgfSKvRmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aBV8fB4Hg1c/s320/aaakitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499845660518598242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6719122880355783424?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6719122880355783424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6719122880355783424' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6719122880355783424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6719122880355783424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/break-me-off-piece-of-that-kit-kat-bar.html' title='Break me off a piece of that KIT-KAT BAR =D'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TFNgXXT1rWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r6uSna8yht4/s72-c/aaakitty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8958734302487787104</id><published>2010-07-29T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:42:55.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot</title><content type='html'>this isn't really a post but it's the only way I can reach this person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone emailed me about appearing in a post, im so sorry I lost your email so now I dont know your name....please email me again =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8958734302487787104?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8958734302487787104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8958734302487787104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8958734302487787104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8958734302487787104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-forgot.html' title='i forgot'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-5223293202136304047</id><published>2010-07-25T21:15:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:24:05.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Dimitri's party was great. I didn't get totally wasted though...someones gotta keep you all in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home from the party, we slept for hours. I woke up before anyone else. I plopped down on the living room couch and next to me was Kitty's camera. I laughed at the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;That night Kit and Katie were out with the girls, so I invited all the guys over. Earlier I took Kit's camera and got some of the pictures blown up big and developed. Apparently the girls took "sexy" pictures of themselves at the party. We made score cards and flashed through the pictures LMFAO.... and we scored which ones we thought were the sexiest =D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately damn blogger wont upload the pics, so you'll have to see em on facebook =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-go to my albums, its the one titled "the girls"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Angela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-5223293202136304047?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5223293202136304047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=5223293202136304047' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5223293202136304047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/5223293202136304047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7034210508194763269</id><published>2010-07-15T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:17:14.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Winston</title><content type='html'>I remember meeting Grandma Winston when Jelly and I were dating, ha ha I wish I had a grandma like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Steve Dimitri and me were workin the other day and Jelly decided to stop by with grandma winston case Dal was hangin with us and he had to see her. Jelly was "re-introducing" us since its been so long since we have seen her grandma.. she got to me and her grandma said "Oh yeah....aren't you the one who popped Angelica's cherry?" I think my mouth dropped open, and i froze... what the hell do you say to someone's grandma when they ask if you screwed their granddaughter? Not to mention Dimitri heard that, poor guy. But before I had to come up with an answer, Jelly changed the subject to somethin bout Dal. Thank God! My appreciation for grandma Winston went down a little after that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7034210508194763269?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7034210508194763269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7034210508194763269' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7034210508194763269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7034210508194763269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandma-winston.html' title='Grandma Winston'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7431522265416250323</id><published>2010-07-05T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:37:14.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire......works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TDLA8V1SScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Wahohb4BGu4/s1600/blog4thjulypost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TDLA8V1SScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Wahohb4BGu4/s320/blog4thjulypost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490663038603381186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forth of July is one of my favorite holidays. I dunno why, legally being able to blow stuff up is definitely a plus... and the food and parties i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a party last night. I remember when we used to have parties like every weekend =D i miss that. Anyways... we shot off fireworks in the vacant lot with Shepards gang. I cant deny nor agree that a few were purposely shot in the direction of bob's house. We got crazy and experimented with the fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;I wont point fingers or say names but... someone decided that putting a firecracker in a bottle of alcohol would be cool..... almost brought the fuzz down on us. We also had a roman candle war ha ha. Our gang beat shepards, and we gotta couple of burns but it was fun. After fireworks, came the getting drunk part, yeah we saved it for AFTER fireworks. Everyone was dancing and drinking and talking, i left for about thirty seconds to go to the bathroom and I come back, and its make out city all over my living room... I fucking swear every couple has got there hands all on each other and their tongues down their partners throat, some of em werent even couples. I think were gonna get a new couch.... and burn the old one. The people who werent makin out were gambling so I joined Steve, Darry, Ari, and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;After a while Darry grilled some burgers and we all stuffed our faces at 3 am lol.&lt;br /&gt;Every year the Socs go wild and shoot off a buncha fireworks, like a real show, and they do it at 4 in the morning and wake up the entire neighborhood. Everyone grabbed a seat in the backyard and we watched the show that lasted for about an hour. Everyone was so drunk by that time... i'm not even sure what happened next .... ? There was one thing I did remember... Elena snuck off with someone... someone who looked like.... bob. Dimitri was too occupied with Jelly so I didn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;I guess overall it was a great fourth of july.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7431522265416250323?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7431522265416250323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7431522265416250323' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7431522265416250323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7431522265416250323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks.html' title='Fire......works'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/TDLA8V1SScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Wahohb4BGu4/s72-c/blog4thjulypost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6916988879007462614</id><published>2010-06-28T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:56:46.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night...</title><content type='html'>The family had just sat down for dinner when there was a knock on the front door. I opened and found Dimitri in a state of panic...&lt;br /&gt;"Elena.....20 socs..." was all he managed between breaths, but really he didn't need to say anymore, we understood. Luckily Dal and Kyle were over so us and Darry sprint off behind Dimitri and his brother. We get to the lot and Elena is surrounded by socs, and they have blades...&lt;br /&gt;We started goin at em from all over, next think I knew Elena's on the ground with a huge gash across her back and bleedin..... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri pulled a blade on a soc and freaked em all out enough that they started to run. Dimitri dropped down by Elena and just as I turned to warn him a soc busted a pop bottle right on the side of Dimitri's head. He passed out. The soc ran and Adrain followed em.&lt;br /&gt;Dallas was throwin out swears right and left, and Darry was thinkin what the hell to do. Elena said sumptin bout no hospitial so we did the next best thing... we took em to Jelly's. Her dad is a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;We show up on her doorstep with her boyfriend in Darrys arms and his sister in Kyle's. "What the hell??" was the first thing outta her mouth. We told her we needed her dad. Kyle laid Elena on the couch and just before we laid Dimitri down he woke up... we had to explain about the pop bottle and that damn soc.&lt;br /&gt;Jelly's dad came in and said that Elena didn't look too bad, she might need a few stitches and an IV. She was in and outta consciousness. Well me, dal, and kyle went to find that son of a bitch and lend adrain a hand. We get across the lot to the park and sure enough there's Adrain...and one soc, I should have known...... we got closer and I noticed.... it was Bob. "Long time no see Soda." he said with a grin on his face. "How's that pretty little wife of urs?" That was it "You dont fuckin talk about my wife you son of a bitch..." and with that I used all my force and socked him one across the face... there was a loud cracking sound and he fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to Jellys. Apparently Dimitri had a concussion so if he fell asleep he would have to be woken up every 2 hours. From what I understood him and Elena just stayed the night over there.&lt;br /&gt;We made it home not too late... and explained what happened to Pony and Katie, but I left out the Bob part.&lt;br /&gt;No one messes with our gang..... NO ONE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6916988879007462614?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6916988879007462614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6916988879007462614' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6916988879007462614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6916988879007462614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2665794896984450969</id><published>2010-06-23T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:26:54.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to be Home</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with Katie in the Bahamas, but I cant lie....i missed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Im only gone for ten days and Kit gets jailed and proposed to ??? I do have to say I was suprised at her answer, she is more responsible than I thought, but either way I would have been happy for her. She left the day I came back, and I havent seen her, I worry about her all the time. Yes I know she is 17 and strong and can take care of herself, but its still scares me to think that I have no idea where she is or who shes with. I turned off my phone while I was gone because I wanted it to just be me and Katie and I didnt want any bother from you guys, no offense I love you all. But before I went to bed every night I turned it back on and the only person I talked to was Kit.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been so caught up in things lately that I feel like I dont even know Pony anymore, so today I had a date with my brother ha ha. We went to a movie, I suffered sitting through an entire movie just for Pony. Then we went and got ice cream and headed over to the stables to feed and groom Mickey Mouse. After that I dont even know how we ended up there but we went to the train tracks where mom and dad died. We sat there for a while not talking and when we finally did talk we couldnt stop. We talked till the sun went down, we talked about everything, mom and dad, brooke, snow, me and katie, darry, kit leaving..... it was like how we used to be, laughing and crying together, i didnt realize how much I had missed that, and how much I missed Pony.&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to get the gang together and hang out, we all went to eat and had a game of football in the vacant lot, guys against girls, and Im not gonna lie, the girls beat us.....TWICE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2665794896984450969?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2665794896984450969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2665794896984450969' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2665794896984450969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2665794896984450969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-to-be-home.html' title='Good to be Home'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-389701390751078952</id><published>2010-06-07T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:01:19.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin some time off...</title><content type='html'>All you guys know that a lot of stuff has been going on... Well Katie and I decided that we need some time away...alone. Disney World wasn't meant to be our honeymoon really, it was just a vacation with the gang, so I guess you can call this our honeymoon. We'll be back before you can miss us, I promise. Our flight leaves Friday afternoon and we'll be back on the 21st. We just need some time to think and to have fun together. Were going to the Bahamas and we'll see you all soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emmyellis.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/bahama-imagee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://emmyellis.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/bahama-imagee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-389701390751078952?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/389701390751078952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=389701390751078952' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/389701390751078952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/389701390751078952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/takin-some-time-off.html' title='Takin some time off...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6844080492532494717</id><published>2010-06-02T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:40:33.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more words of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>You know how much I hate theses posts but I have to post em. I think the basis of all our problems is we get lost in our real lives and bring them to the blog. Thats a big NO-NO. The blogs were made to be a separate life, and alternate reality. And when you bring your real life and real self on here is when things turn messy. Obviously if we were all stuck in a room together, someone would get beat to death, but were not, some of us are half way around the world. All this fighting is just ridiculous and a waste of time and frustration. Is it really that hard to let things go? Are you really that immature to keep these fights going? Forgive and Forget guys, its that simple. Thanks to those who dont cause trouble, you're the ones who stay in character. When you created this character, it was one away from yourself, you shouldn't be acting like yourself, you should be acting like your character. DO things your character would do, and SAY things your character would say. Its a simple form of acting that obviously some of us suck at. Our characters are all friends and love each other so theres no point in fighting. Dont come on this blog as yourself....come on as Steve, KitKat, Pony, Darry, Breanna, Jelly, Dally, ect. Because those are the people we all love, not to say that I dont love some of your real people, i do, but not everyone does so on here PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE stay in character. If someones giving you a hard time all you have to do is ignore it, personally there are some of you I dont enjoy much myself, but you dont know that because I dont yell and scream at you, I keep it to myself. I dont care what you all do while personally texting or emailing eachother, but on here AND facebook you are characters, so start acting like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed there is some drama with people who have left. No offense, I love you and everything but you left, you cant complain about how things are going on here because you are no longer a part of it, that was your choice. Yes we will always welcome you back, but for now you cant tell us how to run things or yell at people because of things they did. You left because of that very reason, so why are you coming back to it? Some of you also think that leaving made things better here? Well it doesnt, you may have done it for personal reasons and for that I understand, but if you left because you thought it would make things better here, you were very very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone understand this and that I care about all of you. Please take into consideration our FANS. We have them, and they love this, but it's not fair if all were doing is hating each other. We have to start acting like the Outsiders again. Think inside the box. Who is your character and what do they do, say, like...ect. What would S.E. Hinton say about them?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we can fix things, lets make this The Outsiders again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6844080492532494717?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6844080492532494717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6844080492532494717' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6844080492532494717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6844080492532494717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-more-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Some more words of wisdom...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6684135521002499460</id><published>2010-05-22T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:06:58.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin it together</title><content type='html'>For the past week all I could do was stare at hospital walls, I couldn't even let myself think. I tried my hardest to keep this pain away.....and then I finally found the solution to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing a child is one of the hardest things I will ever suffer through, even a child I never got to meet. Im trying to stay strong for Katie, she needs me right now. I won't be working for a while and Katie will come home from the hospital next week. When you suffer unimaginable pain such as this... the only thing that can even begin to make it better, is your family and friends. I knew I was appreciated before, but what our entire gang shares is genuine love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannill took me out the other day, just to get away. We went out on Mickey a while and Jannill made me a chocolate cake. Just for a few hours my mind had the freedom to wander. To wander to a place where the pain I recently felt couldnt ever exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, my best buddy, has sacrificed his time and job to be here for me. Hes always at the hospital forcing me to eat and sleep. And hes taken care of Mickey for me this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and Kit brought all of Katie's clothes, makeup, and hair accessories to the hospital. Even though shes been laying in a bed all week they wanted her to feel good. They dressed her up, painted her nails, and did her hair. In the moments of that, I could see how Katies heart was beginning to heal, how her face lit up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri has been workin his ass off at the DX covering mine and Steves shifts, and on his little time off hes been here with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darry and Pony are taking my part in the chores at the house, and have to suffer through eachothers cookin since Im not there to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre and Dallas check in every once in a while, catching me up on whats happenin on the south side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like this its when you realize who cares the most. I couldnt ask for better friends and I definitely could not suffer through this without you guys. When there is pain like this in life, you realize the only thing that can take it away are true friends and family. I just want to thank you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6684135521002499460?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6684135521002499460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6684135521002499460' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6684135521002499460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6684135521002499460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/keepin-it-together.html' title='Keepin it together'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6840448656271357405</id><published>2010-05-13T18:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:30:21.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Can't Even Say...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Steve, Dimitri, and I hung out together. We went to the rodeo and then got some food afterwards. We didnt get back till late and I found out Kit was out with the girls, Pony was somewhere with Brooke, and Darry was working. Katie was home alone, well if she was even home. The house was dark but her car was in the driveway. I opened the front door and started over to turn on the light when my foot nudged against something against the floor. I reached down and realized...... It was Katie. "Katie!" I said her name but she didnt answer. I raced to turn on the lights and when I turned back towards Katie, thats when I noticed the blood. It was everywhere, all over the floor and Katies pants. She had cuts on her face and bruises down her arms. Im sure they covered her but her clothes hid them. I swear my heart fell out of my chest. I heard footsteps commin up the porch. Kit, Pony, and Darry walked in. I already had Katie in my arms carrying her out to the car. Pony and Darry stared with their mouths hanging open and Kit was on the verge of crying. She hopped in the car with me to help hold Katie in the seat while Dar and Pony jumped in the bed of the truck. I swear I've never driven so damn fast in my life. Kit got Katie to regain some consciousness, enough to where she could talk. Kit asked Katie what happened and all she managed to say was "Bob." I almost forgot how to breathe. Hot tears were starting to run down my face. We reached the hospital in about three minutes and as soon as we pulled in Darry leaped out and sprinted inside. They came and got Katie and rushed her in to the emergency room where all these doctors and nurses were covering her in tubes. I was scared, I couldnt even get close to her, all I wanted to do was tell her I love her and that she was gonna be okay. They made me sit in the waiting room. I walked out to find the entire gang sitting there. No one said anything me... they just all stared, most of their expressions were horrified, I guessed their expression was a reaction to mine. I plopped in a chair next to Kit and Steve. For the next five hours my eyes were glued to the floor. I have never sat so still. Everyone was lookin and talkin about me but I didnt care. All I could think about was Katie and Snow. At three AM the doctor finally appeared and motioned for me. He took me back to Katie. She was hooked up to some machine and was asleep. The doc said she will be fine but has to stay in the hospital for a while. I walked closer to her and thats when I noticed.... there was no lump in the sheet, Katie was back to her non-pregnant size. I looked at the doc and all he said was, "Im sorry. We did everything we could." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think. I stumbled and had to catch myself on the bed rail to keep from falling to the floor. Back in the waiting area I found the gang standin by the door. I fell in to the first arms I found and hit the floor. It was like someone purposely tore my heart in to pieces and set them on fire. I swear Ive never cried so much in my life or so loudly. There was a puddle on the floor and a wet stain on whoevers shirt it was that I was cryin on. All the girls were in tears.... and even some of the guys. I was practically screaming. I was so ready for this, so ready to be a daddy to my little girl, and in an instant she was ripped away from me, by the person I hate most in the world. I looked up and found that it had been Darry's shoulder I was cryin on, the one that was cryin right along with me, and if you know Darry then you know it takes a hell of a lot to make him cry. I stood up and almost fell back down again but Steve caught me first. "I need some air." I managed to say. I went outside and turned against the brick wall. First I beat my head against it, then my fists. I hit it so hard it tore at my knuckles and I probably woulda kept goin till it reached the bone if it werent for Steve, Dally, Dimitri, and TwoBit. It took all four of them to pin me to the ground and get me to stop screamin. When I finally stopped they pulled me to my feet and I started cryin again, this time it was Steve that I went to. He had me in a hug for about twenty minutes. My cries echoed off the brick walls and I was sure you could hear em clear down to our house. Darry came lookin for us, he saw the blood on my fists and forced me to go back inside. I refused to let them treat my hands, I just wanted this nightmare to go away. I wanted to hold Snow in my arms. I wanted to hear her first words, to teach her how to ride a bike, to shoot the first boy to break her heart. But all that is gone now.... shes gone. I cried for endless hour, way after the sun came up and half the gang had left. I haven't slept or eaten since then. I just dont know what to do anymore. Is there anything that can mend a heart crushed in such a way as this? If I didnt have Katie, I wouldnt know how life could possibly go on. Looking at Dallas, of all people,.... when he talks about Blaze, theres just some loving, connected fatherly instinct and a bond between them that only a father can understand. I was so ready for that. After marrying the love of my life, its what I wanted, most, and to suddenly have that vision shattered and ripped away from me..... its killing me inside, slowly eating at my life, making me wonder if this pain can ever stop.  I cry tears but I have no idea why. Pointless tears that will never change anything, that wont ever bring my baby back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bob has taken three things from me. Sandy, that child that should have been mine, and now Snow. I have never felt so much rage building up inside of me. Next time he crosses my vision will be the last time he ever breathes. I want to kill him....no, I want to torture him, to make him suffer, to make him feel my pain. I want to cause him so much pain that he rather be in hell. I want to kill him and then bring him back to life, just so I can do it all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6840448656271357405?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6840448656271357405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6840448656271357405' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6840448656271357405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6840448656271357405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/words-cant-even-say.html' title='Words Can&apos;t Even Say...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1906432933704317793</id><published>2010-05-05T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:11:14.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love embarassing my little sis =D</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night the gang went out to eat at the mexican restaurant by the DX. It was fun hangin out with the gang and everything. Well Steve and I decided to pull a few jokes. Steve saw Dallas checkin out the waitress and so Steve told Dally to call her a "Puta" cause it ment something good. LMAO it really ment somethin bad and the waitress took the pitcher of beer in her hand and poured it on top of Dallas's head. He was kinda pissed but it was worth it and he was a little drunk so it just made it funnier. Being an older brother I really wanted to pull a prank on Kit, she had a few beers herself and knowing she likes Dimitri I leaned over to him and whispered suumptin to em. He gets up walks over to Kit and starts givin her a lap dance XD next thing you know he's all over the table and Kit's beat red face was enjoyin the whole thing. Ha ha I love ya little sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1906432933704317793?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1906432933704317793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1906432933704317793' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1906432933704317793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1906432933704317793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-embarassing-my-little-sis-d.html' title='I love embarassing my little sis =D'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8019405890083811373</id><published>2010-04-23T16:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:00:05.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>You have all been complaining about me posting a picture of Katie so I hope this makes you all very happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYDwPUkBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PzeA32mZ3io/s1600/katie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYDwPUkBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PzeA32mZ3io/s320/katie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463455750721671186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYL42fSqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w7LCBfL7oHg/s1600/katie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYL42fSqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w7LCBfL7oHg/s320/katie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463455890472389282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYSwb1lfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/li8IhYoBz3Y/s1600/katie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYSwb1lfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/li8IhYoBz3Y/s320/katie8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463456008472204786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8019405890083811373?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8019405890083811373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8019405890083811373' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8019405890083811373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8019405890083811373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S9IYDwPUkBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PzeA32mZ3io/s72-c/katie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-9171208815961697347</id><published>2010-04-14T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:59:05.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble &amp; Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>So we won the rumble. I think this was the worst I've ever felt after a rumble. I cracked three ribs and my shoulder blade, yeah it dont feel too well. I was right about Dimitri, he can kick ass. I saw him take on three Socs all at once, it was intense. I dont think I've ever heard Dallas scream so loud, were in the rumble and all of a sudden I hear someone shout the F word. I looked over and Dal was clutchin his hand, we found out later that he shattered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steve and I are best friends again, but Im still keepin Dimitri around cause he has no other friends. I invited Steve to the drag race with us since we made up and all, they seemed to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to be postin a picture of Katie soon cause all you guys keep askin for one, so probably sometime next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-9171208815961697347?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9171208815961697347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=9171208815961697347' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9171208815961697347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/9171208815961697347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/rumble-other-stuff.html' title='Rumble &amp; Other Stuff'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7248108900054692427</id><published>2010-04-11T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:30:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Replaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S8IwNscYnvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/utSl_mGi5zg/s1600/ian+somerhalder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently i've been too busy for Steve so he replaced me as his best friend with Jelly. Well guess what Steve im replacin you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S8IwNscYnvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/utSl_mGi5zg/s1600/ian+somerhalder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S8IwNscYnvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/utSl_mGi5zg/s320/ian+somerhalder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978710153109234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, my new best friend Dimitri. &lt;br /&gt;He 20 years old, loves cars, partying, and hes got a cool ass name. He came by the DX the other day lookin for a job and we talked for a while. Were goin to go watch a drag race tomorrow. He just moved here from California and was lookin for somewhere to fit in. Hes not rich so I told him to hang with us greasers ha ha. He may help out in the rumble tonight too, apparently he can kick ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7248108900054692427?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7248108900054692427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7248108900054692427' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7248108900054692427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7248108900054692427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/replaced.html' title='Replaced'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S8IwNscYnvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/utSl_mGi5zg/s72-c/ian+somerhalder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4273639369068400245</id><published>2010-04-06T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:05:26.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to Date</title><content type='html'>So bad news.. Kit, Johnny, and Jelly are in the hospital, Good news... i think Pony and Brooke are back together. And i dunno what happened between Bre and Darry. This is a lot to process for me. And now there ares some soc asses I need to kick. But i dont wanna dwell on that, lets talk about some happy things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was getting ready for work and for some reason instead of kissing Katie goodbye I hugged her but when I did I felt something between us, it was the baby... moving. I looked down and cracked a smile. "She's already a daddy's girl!" Katie said. "How do you know?" I asked "Because she always moves when you're around, or when she hears your voice. She loves her daddy!" Katie said. That kinda hit me, hit me deep. How do you love someone you have never met? I love Snow, so much already... and i dont even know her yet. This moment made me realize some things... this is my little girl, Im gonna be the one she comes to when shes hurting, or when shes sad and crying, or when shes hyper and excited. Im the one whos gonna kill the first boy to break her heart (and every one after that). Im the one whose gonna walk her down that isle on her wedding day. I cant wait to be that for her. So I finally kissed Katie goodbye and headed off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4273639369068400245?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4273639369068400245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4273639369068400245' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4273639369068400245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4273639369068400245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/up-to-date.html' title='Up to Date'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4699475448298059388</id><published>2010-04-01T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:46:39.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this Shit</title><content type='html'>Im sick and tired of everyone's shit. Im tired of people saying they're quitting, truthfully it makes me wanna cry. Were all suppose to be friends and make this fun. In case u didnt notice we do have fans who read our blogs, these blogs arent just for us, theyre mostly for the fans, the fans who love The Outsiders just as much as we do and we keep theses characters alive for them, call me crazy or deep but its true. Im fucking tired of all the fighting. We have drifted from the storyline, the whole Soc against Greaser, not Greaser against Greaser. Theses problems started with the chat. I know I cant take it away because I dont have the power to make you all do that plus most of the time I enjoy it. From now on please keep your differences to yourselves. Just because you dont like someone doesnt mean they have to know about it. Just shut the fuck up and keep it to yourself. You guys are making this stressful and unpleasant and i am fighting for people to stay. Guys we need to get back to the original storyline and please I am begging you to just fucking get along. Is it too much to ask? I miss the fun we used to have. I have to say that if you are going to use the chat please no negativity towards each other, keep your feelings to yourself, what that person doesnt know wont hurt them. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!! People will leave if this doesnt stop and I would hate myself if that happened. Also, no posts concerning your feelings towards the authors of the blogs and no posts like "im quitting" keep that in private where our fans cant read it, thats not something they want to hear. How do you think that makes us look? And yes im going to end with a quote "So please... don't fight anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forgot to add something...&lt;br /&gt;if you are often in the chat please dont forget that you have a blog. Read the blogs.. post... comment thats kinda the whole damn point of "blogger"!!! I expect to see more posting and definitely more commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stay in character!!! the chat is not a place to talk about your personal life. if u wanna get to know each other for real, do it somewhere else. if u dont stay in character, weither im  on or not, i will hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;if you have a problem with someone, tell me, not them or anyone else. if u have my # text me or u can email me at sodapop_pepsicola@hotmail.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4699475448298059388?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4699475448298059388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4699475448298059388' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4699475448298059388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4699475448298059388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-this-shit.html' title='Fuck this Shit'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-501386451381014152</id><published>2010-03-27T21:27:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:11:30.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney and......... well, you'll see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67H3xAhWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0V70UGTfycY/s1600/disneyworld7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66_3f_gNgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2Vv-Hkw6NgE/s1600/disneyworld0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66-9WGyKAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/90lClQJH1rQ/s1600/disneyworld9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66-9WGyKAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/90lClQJH1rQ/s320/disneyworld9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453506159907579906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney World was amazing. It was so much fun. The first two days just Katie and I hung out together but after that we were mostly with Pony, Darry, Carson, and Blair. We met up with Steve and Dally every once in a while. I swear we rode the teacups every damn day we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66_3f_gNgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2Vv-Hkw6NgE/s1600/disneyworld0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66_3f_gNgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2Vv-Hkw6NgE/s320/disneyworld0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453507158993810946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Dally's favorite ride. I dunno why, he puked every time after we rode it LMFAO!&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I have ever enjoyed a fireworks show so much in my life. Every night they have like a forty-five minute fireworks show, and man it was tuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well on the forth day came the moment I was really lookin forward to... TwoBit met Mickey Mouse! I swear he pissed his pants. He flipped out and started screamin like a kid in a pet store. He had Mickey sign his shirt and im pretty sure he took about three dozen pictures.&lt;br /&gt;We did a little shopping and Katie went a little overboard when she found the baby department. A couple of the gang members picked out some clothes for Snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67BrQLgqXI/AAAAAAAAADE/bjgDhCjvUe0/s1600/disneyworld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67BrQLgqXI/AAAAAAAAADE/bjgDhCjvUe0/s320/disneyworld2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453509147614030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Kit      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67B5Qm6mhI/AAAAAAAAADM/2X7yLgG1wEY/s1600/disneyworld3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67B5Qm6mhI/AAAAAAAAADM/2X7yLgG1wEY/s320/disneyworld3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453509388247144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Molly    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CC03QHuI/AAAAAAAAADU/YzDHcnGDi2Y/s1600/disneyworld4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CC03QHuI/AAAAAAAAADU/YzDHcnGDi2Y/s320/disneyworld4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453509552598163170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  TwoBit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CO3Ai7zI/AAAAAAAAADc/Lhmk1e8P-SI/s1600/disneyworld5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CO3Ai7zI/AAAAAAAAADc/Lhmk1e8P-SI/s320/disneyworld5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453509759332446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jelly   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CbEtw18I/AAAAAAAAADk/e2TsGQVy4-c/s1600/disneyworld6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67CbEtw18I/AAAAAAAAADk/e2TsGQVy4-c/s320/disneyworld6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453509969170192322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Lillian &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67DFwyFxuI/AAAAAAAAADs/XHLOANpeXBM/s1600/disneyworld10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67DFwyFxuI/AAAAAAAAADs/XHLOANpeXBM/s320/disneyworld10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510702554007266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67DP8XVSOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qQYfJTMwQHg/s1600/disneyworld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67DP8XVSOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qQYfJTMwQHg/s320/disneyworld1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510877461694690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney World was a lot of fun and i was sad when we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night we were all hangin at the pool in our hotel. Dallas was drunk, ofcourse, and him, brooke, and i were sitting out just screwin around and Dal said sumptin about Brooke and him makin out, remember hes drunk, Well Brooke comes up with a really funny comeback. Apparently someone overheard us and told Pony about it. Pony got really upset and apparently called things off with Brooke for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Now about the whole Beach Party thing, A while ago we were chattin and I was playin with Brooke and told everyone she had the hott's for me, well she got very defensive and upset and later I found out its cause she really did, but i mean c'mon who doesnt? ;) Well she said it was weird cause shes datin my kid brother and everything. And I know she loves Pony, but I decided to put this to the test, and Pony didnt know about it but I told him after.. and Katie was in on it cause otherwise that woulda been real bad, ha ha. Well It was dark and all but I could tell it was Brooke out by the water. I had to see if what she thought about me was anything, i had to do it for Pony. So i acted as Pony and I went to her and I kissed her... and she kissed back, then I pulled her around in to the light so she could see it was me, Brooke immediately started flooding tears and ran off. I had never been so relieved to see someone cry, no offense Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;So the truth is, yeah im good looking but thats all I am to her, well that and a big brother. So I guess this is really ment for Pony to hear.....&lt;br /&gt;Pony, Brooke is the best thing that has ever happend to you. You may not know it but I can see how happy you are with her... it's the same way Katie makes me happy, and thats rare bro. I know you mean the world to her and you are a very lucky kid. Dont miss out on what she can give you... you are the only one she loves in that way, and yeah sometimes it will be difficult but in the long run its always worth it. So Pony... as your older brother I have to tell you to make up with Brooke cause if I dont im always gonna wish i did. I love you Pony... and Brooke loves you in a way no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67H3xAhWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0V70UGTfycY/s1600/disneyworld7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S67H3xAhWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0V70UGTfycY/s320/disneyworld7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515959654504962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-501386451381014152?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/501386451381014152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=501386451381014152' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/501386451381014152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/501386451381014152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-and-well-youll-see.html' title='Disney and......... well, you&apos;ll see...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S66-9WGyKAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/90lClQJH1rQ/s72-c/disneyworld9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4182983219219915496</id><published>2010-03-21T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:07:31.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wedding...and stuff...</title><content type='html'>I posted about the wedding already but there was something I forgot to say...&lt;br /&gt;One of my absolute favorite things about my wedding besides I married the love of my life, was that the whole gang was there.....no one was off on vacation or somewhere they ran away to.. we were all together, laughing, smiling, and wise crackin like old times and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to remind u guys that we all leave for Disney World tomorrow and well be back saturday =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4182983219219915496?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4182983219219915496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4182983219219915496' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4182983219219915496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4182983219219915496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-weddingand-stuff.html' title='More Wedding...and stuff...'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-122142554658154798</id><published>2010-03-20T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:00:27.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are The Best Days Of My Life</title><content type='html'>My first post as being married. It does feel good. This was the best day of my life. I am the happiest person the the world right now and no matter how hard someone tried they couldnt change that.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding went smoothly, except for the part when I had to leave twenty minutes before it started to go put gas in the truck cause everyone i trusted with it wasnt around at the time. I was in the grooms room while darry was adjusting my tux. All the guys were there obviously since theyre all in the wedding. But Kit was there for a little bit too since she is my sister and all. Before Darry left to take his seat he told me he was proud of me and very happy for me, that Katie is perfect and mom and dad would have loved her, that shes a very lucky girl. Just before he walked out the door I said "No Darry, Im the lucky one!" then he cracked a smile and left.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect and in place. I stood at the alter lookin at all the guests and i was so excited. So excited that the person I love most in the world is about to be completely mine. This was just the beginning of our life together. The doors opened and there she was, so beautiful in her moms wedding dress and carrying our child.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get the ceremony over with so I could call her my own and it eventually ended. The guys all looked damn tuff in their leather jackets haha. And yes girls you looked pretty too. Then came time for the cake and what not, well I told the gang no alcohol was allowed and to be on their best behavior, but what they didnt expect was that the reception was pretty much just an all out party with cake, beer, and dancing, ha ha your welcome guys. Yeah a few of you got drunk, but I wont say names *cough dally twobit dawn candie cough*. Lmao anyways it was great and better than i had imagined. Thanks for sharing it with me guys ;) Heres some pictures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VE2HKCOjI/AAAAAAAAACc/-R-xLCSlCeI/s1600-h/Soda+wedd+ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VE2HKCOjI/AAAAAAAAACc/-R-xLCSlCeI/s320/Soda+wedd+ceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450838620426615346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VFNqZfB9I/AAAAAAAAACk/TQZsT8rA-BM/s1600-h/Soda+wedd+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VFNqZfB9I/AAAAAAAAACk/TQZsT8rA-BM/s320/Soda+wedd+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450839025023649746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VFaBl8RJI/AAAAAAAAACs/1uZ00f69Xtw/s1600-h/soda+wedd+rec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VFaBl8RJI/AAAAAAAAACs/1uZ00f69Xtw/s320/soda+wedd+rec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450839237408343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-122142554658154798?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/122142554658154798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=122142554658154798' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/122142554658154798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/122142554658154798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/these-are-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='These Are The Best Days Of My Life'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S6VE2HKCOjI/AAAAAAAAACc/-R-xLCSlCeI/s72-c/Soda+wedd+ceremony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4323009830514995798</id><published>2010-03-16T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:39:12.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Do's and Don'ts</title><content type='html'>Okay guys i know how some of you can be sometimes so Im gonna have to lay down some rules for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please dress accordingly- most of you have to wear what i've already picked for you but the rest of you please dress formally, no jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No weapons of any kind- I dont wanna see them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No fighting- please dont make a scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No alcohol- the last thing i need is some stupid incident cause by one of your drunk asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Me and Katie are in charge- please do what your told, when your told to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. I hope you all can come on Saturday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4323009830514995798?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4323009830514995798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4323009830514995798' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4323009830514995798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4323009830514995798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-dos-and-donts.html' title='Wedding Do&apos;s and Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8099403883287951323</id><published>2010-03-14T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:47:48.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it Outside</title><content type='html'>IM SICK AND TIRED OF EVERYONE FUCKING YELLING AND FIGHTING ON THE CHAT. WHEN SOMEONE GETS YELLED AT IM ALWAYS THE ONE TO HEAR ABOUT IT. I TOLD YOU ALL ONCE NO YELLING OR FIGHTING, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT. JUST IGNORE EACH OTHER OR FUCKING GET OFF THE CHAT. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ENJOYABLE FOR EVERYONE AND WHEN PEOPLE FIGHT IT CREATES A NEGATIVE STRESSFUL ATMOSPHERE THAT NO ONE WANTS TO BE AROUND SO PLEASE "TAKE IT OUTSIDE".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8099403883287951323?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8099403883287951323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8099403883287951323' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8099403883287951323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8099403883287951323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-it-outside.html' title='Take it Outside'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4356887222140960715</id><published>2010-03-11T18:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:50:06.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Memory</title><content type='html'>I dunno when you guys were discussing childhood memories but someone said that Kit said we should post about one so here is mine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about ten so that made Kit about eight. We were bored one day so we went in to Kit's room and played barbies. We decided to foretell everyone's future. At that time we only knew The Randles, the Matthews, the Winstons, and Johnny. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SODA: At this point in time it was before Jelly and I dated and i had this huge crush on her so in my future we got married and had fourteen kids and we lived in this huge blue house. Jelly was a teacher and I was a professional Race car driver =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIT: When Kit was little she was in love with Johnny Depp. They had a huge wedding at a beach and she wanted to live in willy wonka's chocolate factory so they did, with their four kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARRY: Darry became a chef. I dunno why we just made him a chef. And he got married to Paula Dean LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONY: Pony grew up and bought a pony ha ha. And they lived together in a barn. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE: Steve became a cowboy and married Blair and they had two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARSON: Carson and Kit were best friends when they were little so Carson lived with Kit in her chocolate factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWOBIT: Twobit grew up to be the president of the Mickey Mouse club and he married Minnie Mouse and they had six kids (or mice???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLY: Ha Ha lmfao, when Dally grew up he became gay. Dunno why we made Dally gay but looking back at it is hilarious. Anyways Dally married Shaggy from ScoobyDoo lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE: Jamie married Ronald McDonald and they hey thirty two kids and live in a giant McDonalds play land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAIR: Like I said earlier she married Steve and had two kids and Blair was a dancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4356887222140960715?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4356887222140960715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4356887222140960715' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4356887222140960715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4356887222140960715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-childhood-memory.html' title='My Childhood Memory'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7158588155487173952</id><published>2010-03-04T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:40:50.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying down Some Rules</title><content type='html'>So there has been a lot going on in the chat and i think its time we set some rules........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;be in character: i dont care what you do through email or texting or on ur own "secret chats" but keep it in character on the main chat please. I think most of these problems have happened from being outta character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO FLIRTING&lt;/span&gt; unless it portrays your character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO FIGHTING: &lt;/span&gt;no virtual verbal fighting, please "take it outside". That doesnt mean characters cant fight for example how steve, kitty, and I did that one time when they "did things" because thats not real, its all just role playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really hate to see this chat resulting in someone quitting. It was made to be fun and to bring characters we all know and love to life for us and for our readers. I dunno about you guys but i love this because its a chance to escape my everyday life and spend time with other people. I love all you guys and I hope this makes it a little more enjoyable for everyone =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7158588155487173952?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7158588155487173952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7158588155487173952' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7158588155487173952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7158588155487173952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/laying-down-some-rules.html' title='Laying down Some Rules'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1948306530718469699</id><published>2010-03-01T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:48:16.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;            Katrina Elizabeth Michaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                     And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;             Sodapop Patrick Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;              On Saturday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                 March the 20th  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                  at 2 o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    At fourteen thirty-five Westbrook Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;            Followed by a reception &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1948306530718469699?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1948306530718469699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1948306530718469699' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1948306530718469699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1948306530718469699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7311943261058713603</id><published>2010-02-24T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:54:51.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past to Present</title><content type='html'>Last night I found out that Evie invited Sandy to come in to town for a few days. I didnt know how to react at first. I thought it would make things very akward and bring back old feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I figured she'd stop by the DX like old times, so i dreaded every minute of work today, except the part where Steve and I beat up an old engine, ha ha that was fun, he kept think it was gonna blow up. Anyways, i was workin on the brakes of some car when I heard a familiar voice, then i just froze. I hadnt even looked at her yet and already hot tears started to well up but i forced them back. I scooted out from under the car and there she was, staring me right in the eyes. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I was. I managed to squeak out a hello. She was holding the hand of a cute little girl with soft blond curls. The little girl looked up and smiled at me and I couldnt help but smile back. &lt;br /&gt;Then the feelings hit me. The feeling of the pain that drowned me when she left, and the sting that pierced my heart when she told me it wasnt mine. Suddenly someone called my name, I turned around and saw Katie. My beautiful amazing soon to be wife, and the red shirt that hugged my child. I just kinda laughed to myself and smiled and when she reached me i kissed her, passionately and it wasnt to make Sandy jealous it was because I know Katie is mine, and she loves me and I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7311943261058713603?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7311943261058713603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7311943261058713603' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7311943261058713603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7311943261058713603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/past-to-present.html' title='Past to Present'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4812034913811746674</id><published>2010-02-19T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:37:41.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Run</title><content type='html'>Last night Katie had her first craving. AT 3 IN THE MORNING!!! Being the great guy that I am of course I went out to the store to get Bacon and Jell-O. Dont ask cause I dont understand this shit. Anyways I didnt even bother to change, I just got outta bed and went to the store in my pepsi cola pajama pants. I got there and got the bacon and Orange Jello (katie's favorite) and I got in line and waited for a few minutes. Well i look over and two isles over is Dally getting stuff for Blair. LMFAO He said dont worry................it only gets worse. Apparently Dally has done this about six times already. Im gonna stock up on bacon and jello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4812034913811746674?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4812034913811746674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4812034913811746674' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4812034913811746674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4812034913811746674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-katie-had-her-first-craving.html' title='Food Run'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1066127623454597262</id><published>2010-02-15T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:54:52.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Party</title><content type='html'>Well before the party started I locked my bedroom cause all that happens at valentines parties is drinking and sex, and i didnt want anyone to do dirty things in my bed. Steve brought his "special" cookies and "chocolate milk". Bad idea to have both those at the same time. I dont remember much but I do remember that Dawn and Emily gave us a strip tease to "Good girls go Bad", that lasted for about forty minutes with the song on repeat. And apparently we played strip poker cause I couldnt find my pants later and Steve said Jelly pulled them off me during strip poker and Katie was watching. I think im in trouble but i dunno, she hasnt said anything about it, but apparently she pulled off steve's pants to get back at me or something. &lt;br /&gt;A while later I saw Carson, TwoBit, and Dally go into one of the bedrooms and shut the door, we heard noises for a while LMFAO! And apparently Steve screwed my sister cause he was so doped up and apparently forgot he has a girlfriend. Thats pretty much all I remember what happened so if you guys know anymore feel free to share...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1066127623454597262?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1066127623454597262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1066127623454597262' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1066127623454597262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1066127623454597262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-party.html' title='Valentines Party'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7638450133795163236</id><published>2010-02-12T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:03:32.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT PETITE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Steve and Dally keep sayin how "petite" i am in a certain area. I dont know how they would know that, well except for steve sneakin in my shower, but anyways i walked around the house all day in only my underwear just to prove how NOT petite I was. And for even more proof heres a picture Im pretty sure petite people dont have a bulge in their towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S3WJ1C6EOpI/AAAAAAAAABo/RdOTwIhi4BA/s1600-h/sodapop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S3WJ1C6EOpI/AAAAAAAAABo/RdOTwIhi4BA/s320/sodapop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437403669526231698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7638450133795163236?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7638450133795163236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7638450133795163236' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7638450133795163236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7638450133795163236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-not-petite.html' title='I AM NOT PETITE!!!!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S3WJ1C6EOpI/AAAAAAAAABo/RdOTwIhi4BA/s72-c/sodapop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3771636912039401107</id><published>2010-02-08T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:44:52.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Party</title><content type='html'>WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the superbowl everyone got wasted, and after is when all the....... interesting stuff began! I dont remember much, i dunno why i dont remember picking up a beer, and twobit wasnt there to spike my cola. Anyways, I remember a little, something to do with steve, britney spears music, and me shirtless, i dunno. I sat back and watched some of the gang play spin the bottle. Yeah lets never do that again!!! Ya know what i do like about all these parties? No matter how much anyone drinks, no one ever pukes anywhere in our house =D. At one point we started to play truth or dare and i think i was wasted by then. Katie and Emily were talkin back in the bedroom and someone truth or dared me. I said truth... they asked me who my FIRST was, i really must have been wasted cause i wouldnt ever tell anyone this, especially dally, but I told em the truth, it was Jelly. Im sure glad Katie didnt hear that, talk about akward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3771636912039401107?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3771636912039401107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3771636912039401107' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3771636912039401107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3771636912039401107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl-party.html' title='Superbowl Party'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-88582449724337406</id><published>2010-02-06T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:01:06.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Payback!</title><content type='html'>You guys have probably been wondering where TwoBit is. Well... Thursday he came over and was complaining about how they didnt pay their water bill so their water got shut off. So we let him take a shower at our house, while he was in the shower I snuck in and took his pants. After his shower he asked where they were and I said they got wet so i hung em up outside for a little while. Well being twobit he didnt bother with a towel he just went outside in his underwear to grab em, but they werent really there and i locked him out. So he had to walk home in his underwear. I found out a little while later he got jailed for disturbing the public. Sweet, sweet revenge!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-88582449724337406?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/88582449724337406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=88582449724337406' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/88582449724337406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/88582449724337406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-another-payback.html' title='Yet another Payback!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7142743534776839383</id><published>2010-02-04T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:01:33.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A date with my Sister</title><content type='html'>The other day I was thinking about how Kit and I havent really hung out lately. So when I got home from work yesterday I surprised her by taking her out and doing the things we used to do when we were kids. We started out by getting ice cream. We got the same flavors we got when we were little, Kit got Strawberry and I got chocolate chip. After that we went to the park and played tag around the playground, im pretty sure we pissed off some parents and made some kids cry, LOL! Then we went to the store and she couldnt figure out what we were doin there, whats so special about a store? We went to the toy isle and found this big barbie dream house on display, so we took a few barbies and opened them and played barbies in the store ha ha. Then this guy who works there got mad so we left. It was dark and we went to the vacant lot and had a camp fire and roasted marshmallows, yummy! Then we rented a few cartoon movies we used to watch years ago. It was so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7142743534776839383?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7142743534776839383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7142743534776839383' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7142743534776839383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7142743534776839383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/date-with-my-sister.html' title='A date with my Sister'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1456180630753739094</id><published>2010-01-30T11:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:31:46.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Partay</title><content type='html'>That was one hell of a party. Everyone was over by about 6 except Pony and Brooke came in around 9. Thank God all that beer is gone, Ponys been eyeing it all week but I didnt wanna spoil the party for him so I let him have one. We had to pretty much move everything inside cause it started to snow and all, damn it was crowded. &lt;br /&gt;We started to play this game called "Just Rolling Through", your in two teams and you have a partner, one guy and one girl. The first partners on each team start and the girl has to pass an apple up the guys pants leg and out the other, then they switch and the guy has to pass it through the girls sleeve and out the other, once one couple finishes the next one on the teams goes, ha ha it was fucking hilarious especially cause half of us were drunk. My team won!!! But damn I never noticed how hard apples are, ouch! &lt;br /&gt;We also had a dance off. That was pretty funny too, I think Kit won that, she was so wasted! &lt;br /&gt;The party lasted till 4am and somewhere around 1 Steve passed out on the floor, Im pretty sure I stepped on him a few times, and then I saw Dally and TwoBit standin around him figuring out what prank to pull on em, I dunno what they did though. Dawn walked in to the wall, lmfao. It was great Dawn! After that you kept rambling on something about the muppets and singing lady gaga songs. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 we started to clean up and I was so tired. Johnny started a conversation with me about something, to tell you the truth I dont think I heard a word he said, ha ha Sorry Johnnycake, I hope it wasnt important.&lt;br /&gt;The gang ended up sleepin over a few hours, which was great. Darry woke us up around 11 and made breakfast, so we all ate and watched Mickey Mouse cartoons. A great ending to a great Party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1456180630753739094?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1456180630753739094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1456180630753739094' title='156 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1456180630753739094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1456180630753739094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/partay.html' title='Partay'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>156</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8335288710284937526</id><published>2010-01-29T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:03:49.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Since your all talkin baby names I figured Id let you in on what Katie and I have come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (my fav *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane Braxton Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Stefen Jasper Curtis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison Ryder Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Snow Dylan Curtis*&lt;br /&gt;Snow Parker Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Sydney Addison Curtis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you guys think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8335288710284937526?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8335288710284937526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8335288710284937526' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8335288710284937526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8335288710284937526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-7768398407428326563</id><published>2010-01-28T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:07:05.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stress relief</title><content type='html'>So now that Carson is better and Pony and Johnny made up, I think its about time we have a party. A stress release party, just what everyone needs. Your all invited and you can bring whoever ya want and whatever ya want but please no beer....i got it covered thanks to twobit, i think 14 cases will be plenty. You can bring food or whatever, so tomorrow night party at the Curtis house!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-7768398407428326563?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7768398407428326563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=7768398407428326563' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7768398407428326563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/7768398407428326563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/stress-relief.html' title='stress relief'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3188815866696472069</id><published>2010-01-23T15:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:03:53.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding update</title><content type='html'>While on our "road trip" Katie and I had nothing better to do besides plan wedding stuff, which i guess is a good thing since we now have less than 2 months. She's also been talkin baby names, i dunno why, i think its a little early for that personally...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the wedding is going to be at a small chapel not too far from my house. A lot of you are in it as you know, and Katie has picked bridesmaids dresses (see below). She will be wearing her mother's dress to save money and because she wants to, (see below). You already know the colors are white and gold. She's still deciding on the cake, but I found my groom's cake! (see below) I think I already told you Katie's cousin is the flower girl. Were also lookin at invitations. Oh and Johnny you dont have to worry about a tux anymore cause I want the groomsmen to wear jeans, (not old torn up jeans, you have to buy some new ones) and black leather jackets =D, and converse, it'll look tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1twl0dAhvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GfzjXL_8Cpc/s1600-h/katie+wedd+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1twl0dAhvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GfzjXL_8Cpc/s320/katie+wedd+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430057570763048690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridesmaids dresses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1tx99WIneI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yniAACJXFko/s1600-h/Soda+wedd+dress+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1tx99WIneI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yniAACJXFko/s320/Soda+wedd+dress+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430059084978626018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Katie's dress) (she's gonna cut the sleeves off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1tyNSSeyII/AAAAAAAAABY/CfaKQKJ3iz4/s1600-h/Soda+wedd+groom+cake+%231.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1tyNSSeyII/AAAAAAAAABY/CfaKQKJ3iz4/s320/Soda+wedd+groom+cake+%231.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430059348298483842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My cake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3188815866696472069?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3188815866696472069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3188815866696472069' title='102 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3188815866696472069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3188815866696472069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-update.html' title='Wedding update'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/S1twl0dAhvI/AAAAAAAAABI/GfzjXL_8Cpc/s72-c/katie+wedd+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>102</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6736709528429394559</id><published>2010-01-18T10:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:38:48.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer &amp; Underwear</title><content type='html'>I wanted to let you guys know that I've decided that this being a dad thing isn't that scary anymore, in fact its something I want. Katie is so excited about it so I cant help but be excited too... anyways here is the start to my morning...  &lt;br /&gt;I woke up and got ready for work. I took a fast shower then went to my room to throw some clothes on. Well i soon discovered that my underwear drawer was empty. What the hell? I just did laundry yesterday. I checked in Katie's drawer and all of her's was still there. Darry was at work already, so I asked Pony about it, but he had no idea what i was talking about. Dammit!!! I had to borrow a pair of Ponyboy's which are way too small, it kinda hurts. I would borrow Darry's but he hides his from us. I got dressed and headed to the refrigerator for the chocolate cake I made last night. I opend the door and found... BEER, fourteen cases of FUCKING BEER!!! Only then did an explanation cross my mind... TWOBIT MATHEWS!!! Darry isn't gonna like having to go grocery shopping twice in the same week. Seriously TwoBit??? Pony is banned from alcohol at the moment and Katie sure as hell cant drink it... what are they supposed to eat???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6736709528429394559?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6736709528429394559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6736709528429394559' title='153 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6736709528429394559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6736709528429394559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/beer-underwear.html' title='Beer &amp; Underwear'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>153</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6280953952422377638</id><published>2010-01-14T16:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:59:00.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles</title><content type='html'>Last night Pony was released from the hospital. Darry and I went to pick him up while Katie stayed home. It didnt take long maybe about thirty to forty five minutes, Darry signed some papers and stuff and then we were on our way home. I helped Pony get outta the truck and when I turn around, Bob is standin behind me. He yelled something and tried to take a swing at Ponyboy so I knocked him a good one in the stomach and he turned back around and slugged me one across the face, almost broke my damn nose. Luckily Darry slammed that son of a bitch's head in to his knee before he got away. He started to run off, apparently someone called the cops, but before he was too far he yelled at me "I wouldn't leave your girlfriend at home alone if I were you!" I cursed and ran through the front door as fast as I could. Katie was sitting on the couch with a confused look on her face. She had no idea Bob was anywhere near our house. I swear if he does so much as blinks in Katie's direction I will fuck him up so bad he'll wish he was in hell!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6280953952422377638?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6280953952422377638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6280953952422377638' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6280953952422377638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6280953952422377638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night-pony-was-released-from.html' title='Troubles'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6509790229991118369</id><published>2010-01-11T16:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:07:53.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you for real?</title><content type='html'>I got in from work around 6 last night. I love that I dont have to mess with all those flirty chicks now that im getting married, ha ha shoulda spread that around a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Katie walked in not too long after me. She was really happy, smiling and what not. I had no idea why, its not that she's every really mad or anything its just she was...extra happy. I figured she just had a really good day at work or sumptin or planned more wedding stuff so I just shrugged it off. Later we started making dinner. I was stirring the pasta on the stove when I felt her arms around my waist, I turned my head and she kissed me then sighed and said "I love you!" Usually when she says that its during a conversation or somethin. I turned around to face her and said "I love you too, but why are you so "cheery" tonight?" she was silent for a second, then she grinned and said "Soda.......I'm Pregnant!" Im pretty sure I stood there for about 2 minutes with my mouth hanging open. Screw condoms, from now on its "the pill". I couldn't even believe the words she just said to me. I thought I was dreaming. The reality hit when she said "Your gonna be a dad!" I faked a smile and convinced her that I was really happy about it but really... im scared shitless. I dont know how to be a dad! I didnt have one long enough myself. I dont even know where to start. What the hell am I gonna do??? I cant raise a kid! Im practically still one myself. And doesnt this mean like, no sex for 9 months? Shit, how am I gonna live! I wanna cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6509790229991118369?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6509790229991118369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6509790229991118369' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6509790229991118369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6509790229991118369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-for-real.html' title='Are you for real?'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-4522077759882568284</id><published>2010-01-07T14:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:08:45.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow &amp; Steady wins the race my ass!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I got home from work and found Katie on the couch watchin tv. We talked a little about the wedding and yes Jamie she has picked colors, they are Gold and White. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat and cuddled for a while, then Pony came home and brought Kristi with him. They went back to his room. We were the only ones there so it was nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;After a while we start hearing....noises. Like someone is being stabbed and repeatedly thrown in to a wall kinda noises. Guess where they were commin from? Yeah, Pony's room!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I didnt wanna sit there and listen to that and I sure as hell didnt wanna walk in to make em stop, so Katie and I went to our room and decided to...create our own noises. I think this went on for about three hours. I dunno what time Darry got home but I feel sorry for him if it between 6 and 9 pm. By the way Pony... I so won!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-4522077759882568284?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4522077759882568284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=4522077759882568284' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4522077759882568284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/4522077759882568284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/slow-steady-wins-race-my-ass.html' title='Slow &amp; Steady wins the race my ass!!!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1755243969704478233</id><published>2010-01-02T14:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:12:56.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Party</title><content type='html'>I think that was one of the best parties we have ever had. I decided not too drink too much first of all i usually dont drink and second bad things happen when I do so I just had enough to toast off the new year anyways it was a blast. Tim and his gang were there and all of us except Johnny and Pony left early. &lt;br /&gt;   Well it started out as any party, everyone arrives and we just kinda hang for a while but soon I learned that the Brumly boys brought some fireworks so they got that goin. It was fun shootin off fireworks, Dallas almost got his ass blown off ha ha. Well a little while later I notice Two Bit is missing, and if you know him then you know thats not a good thing. Its wasn't till the next morning I found that he had spiked every non-alcoholic drink I had so I was really drunk and apparently made a fool of myself but I cant remember any of it. Steve and Katie said they tried to keep me in line but I dont believe them, they probably just let me loose and laughed at it. They hinted something about me mistakin Brooklyn for a guy or sumptin, Does anyone know what all I did???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1755243969704478233?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1755243969704478233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1755243969704478233' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1755243969704478233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1755243969704478233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-party.html' title='New Years Party'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2125948402551619634</id><published>2009-12-31T16:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:15:50.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>So party at my house??? Dont know what were doin tonight but your all welcome to come to the curtis house and hang out for New Years. But if you come bring some food...and booze for those who drink it. can't wait, see you guys tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2125948402551619634?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2125948402551619634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2125948402551619634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2125948402551619634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2125948402551619634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3812046404240336636</id><published>2009-12-29T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:16:25.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristi's House</title><content type='html'>That was so much fun, we should hang out at her house again sometime Pony. Dally sure missed a good party. Where the hell has he been? Well after kickin everyone's ass at video games Katie's idea was to play hide 'n' seek since the house was so huge. Well I'm pretty sure someone broke a lamp and sometime in there someone grabbed my balls. No Lie! and it wasn't Katie cause I know how that feels LOL! Anyways while mostly everyone was watchin a movie Katie and I snuck off, and the first room we found had a water bed ha ha that was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3812046404240336636?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3812046404240336636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3812046404240336636' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3812046404240336636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3812046404240336636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/kristis-house.html' title='Kristi&apos;s House'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1916650984549432507</id><published>2009-12-25T13:03:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:57:32.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you waiting for...Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love Christmas??? Well we had a great one, after everyone opened their presents this morning I turned to Katie and pulled a small box outta my pocket. Then I got down on one knee and I told her I love her and I asked her to marry me.............&lt;br /&gt;........................and she said YES!!! I'm so incredibly happy, I can't even believe it, neither could she I swear she almost wet her pants with excitement. I woulda asked her sooner but I had to find the perfect ring (see below) and then I had to save up for it so yes I was waiting for Christmas. I'll let you guys know when we set a date and everything. We just had lunch and were expecting the whole gang over tonight for dinner, can't wait. Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/SzUN_7IVbqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PfKHBdMuHVw/s1600-h/wedd+ring+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/SzUN_7IVbqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PfKHBdMuHVw/s320/wedd+ring+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419253118465830562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dinner went well, Katie and I had planned enough for the wedding to make a few announcements....&lt;br /&gt;Best Man...Steve&lt;br /&gt;Groomsmen...Pony&lt;br /&gt;            Johnny&lt;br /&gt;            TwoBit&lt;br /&gt;            Dally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darry will be standing in for the role of mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid of Honor...Blair&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids...Carson&lt;br /&gt;              Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;              Jamie&lt;br /&gt;              KitKat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl will be standing in for Katie's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its awesome how pretty much the whole gang is in the wedding, I love that my best friends are also her best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell Tim Shepard and his gang that they better start looking for something to wear ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also picked a date....March 20th 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1916650984549432507?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1916650984549432507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1916650984549432507' title='71 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1916650984549432507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1916650984549432507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-are-you-waiting-forchristmas.html' title='What are you waiting for...Christmas?'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a2jUP0p3Z8/SzUN_7IVbqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PfKHBdMuHVw/s72-c/wedd+ring+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>71</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2170040113397072715</id><published>2009-12-21T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:25:00.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Agreements</title><content type='html'>So Katie's brother, Carl came lookin for her today. Apparently he left town after the funeral and just got back yesterday. He didn't know where Katie was but figured she was here. He didn't even know about her dad abusing her. He completely disagrees with his dad and cant even believe he did it. He also agrees that Katie should stay here. I told em to keep his dad away from my house cause I really dont feel like gettin jailed for murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you guys want for Christmas? I haven't had time to do shopping till now, the only present I've gotten is Katie's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2170040113397072715?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2170040113397072715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2170040113397072715' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2170040113397072715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2170040113397072715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/agreements.html' title='Agreements'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1620827747589870383</id><published>2009-12-18T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:19:41.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Happy Holidays....</title><content type='html'>I hadn't seen Katie since the funeral, every time I wanted to hang out she came up with some excuse and I didn't blame her since her mom just died, trust me I know how that feels. &lt;br /&gt;    Anyways I went over to her house yesterday, her car was in the drive way but no one would answer the door and i noticed it was unlocked so I walked in. It was dark, no lights in the house were on, nobody was in the living room so I went back to Katie's room. I found her on her bed so at first I thought she was asleep but then I heard her crying, so I went over to see what the matter was... when she turned her head to look at me I noticed the whole right side of her face was bruised up. I asked her who did that to her and she said it was her dad. &lt;br /&gt;    Apparently he had been beating her ever since the day of the funeral and she was scarred to tell anyone. I picked her up and carried her to the truck and brought her to my house, she has been here since, I dont think she wants to go back, I hope she doesn't wanna go back but I have a feelin her dad's gonna come lookin for her and when he does IM GONNA KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!!! No one does somethin like that to my girl and gets away with it. I swear to God if he ever touches her again he ain't gonna be dead... he's gonna be beggin for death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1620827747589870383?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1620827747589870383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1620827747589870383' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1620827747589870383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1620827747589870383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-so-happy-holidays.html' title='Not so Happy Holidays....'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-8536798881301931290</id><published>2009-12-12T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:18:45.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>Hey guys i just wanted to inform you that Katie's mom died Thursday morning. Apparently she had cancer. Katie's real torn up. Have you ever wished you could take the hurt outta someones life? When she cries, I cry too. I cant stand to see her like this. Well The funeral is tomorrow if yall wanna come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-8536798881301931290?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8536798881301931290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=8536798881301931290' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8536798881301931290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/8536798881301931290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3091912630597745969</id><published>2009-11-27T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:56:02.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well I had to work this morning but apparently no one gets their car fixed on black friday so they sent me home, ha ha Steve still has to work.&lt;br /&gt;  Thanksiving was really nice this year. I went over to Katie's house for lunch and ate with her family, it was really nice. So that leaves dinner with the gang. Ofcourse everyone came over but thankfully nothing caught on fire this year, things actually went really well. It ended with all of us watching a Christmas movie. By the way what do you guys want for christmas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3091912630597745969?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3091912630597745969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3091912630597745969' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3091912630597745969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3091912630597745969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1623700872115697213</id><published>2009-11-16T14:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:19:25.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>So instead of trick or treating every year year to get free candy, Dallas came up with the idea just to scare it off little kids. Personally I think its kinda mean but I didnt tell Dally that. Anyways, so were walkin down the neighborhood watching all the kids in all their funny lookin costumes walkin around with bags full of candy. Dally is dressed in a "scarry" costume. We finally find this small group of junior highers walking alone across the lot. Man you would think Dallys a pro at this the way he scared those kids was downright freaky. You'd think he'd just jump out at em or sumpthin but no, he did it all creepy like. He just starts following them being all sneaky, looked like he was in a freakin horror movie. In the end we made it out with a ton of freakin candy. Later on the guys decided to have a costume party and watch some scary movies. Im not really all for the dressin up thing so i was just my handsome self. Anyways everyone came, Tim and his gang, and Steve, two bit, dally, johnny and blair after she left Bucks of course, ha ha she was so drunk too. Just before we were about to start the movie someone knocked on the door so i answered it, and when I did I found this drop dead sexy vampiress standin on my porch. Ofcourse it was Katie. She and I cuddled on some blankets on the floor and watched the movie for a while, but then she said she was getting bored so we went into the bedroom.......man you havent had it good untill you've had it with a vampire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1623700872115697213?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1623700872115697213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1623700872115697213' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1623700872115697213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1623700872115697213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6518232523006948336</id><published>2009-10-15T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:29:15.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Happenin???</title><content type='html'>Hey guys sorry its been a while, but you know how things are. Months may pass but i'll still be bloggin so check back every once in a while, i'll let ya know when i officially decide to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So whats been happin??? Not too much round here... Katie and I celebrated our 1 year together not too long ago. Yeah she practically lives over here shes over all the time and she doesnt mind hangin with the guys all the time either, i love that about her... i love everything about her. So yeah since Johnnys been livin with us he's perked up a bit, ain't so scared anymore, its good for em. Went to a few parties since the last one and this time I took Katie with me to keep me from doin anythin stupid, wouldnt wanna repest of last time......well maybe except for that last part. Anyone heard from Dallas??? Aint seen em in a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6518232523006948336?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6518232523006948336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6518232523006948336' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6518232523006948336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6518232523006948336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-guys-sorry-its-been-while-but-you.html' title='Whats Happenin???'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-3018499301392383268</id><published>2009-08-27T18:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:26:41.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born 2 Be Wild</title><content type='html'>So last weekend Dally's dad went outta town with some tramp so Dally threw this enormous party. Now fitting 300 people in Dally's little house wasnt so fun especially when they puked...&lt;br /&gt;  Well Darry was workin of course and I wasnt about to let my kid brother go to a party like this but he got on my soft side and talked me into it. Pony, Johnny , and I are walkin down the block and were about a mile from Dallas's house when we start to hear the loud music and screamin. Thats when I warned Pony that if him and Johnny left with me trashed I'd skin em both alive, especially cause it was a school night.&lt;br /&gt;   We got to Dally's house and he welcomes us with a huge stench of alcohol radiating off his clothes, it was so bad it made me gag. It wasn't even an hour into the party and he was already drunk.&lt;br /&gt;   So we were there for a while and we met up with Two Bit and Steve and just kinda hung out. Well I got thirsty and of course everything at a party like this has alcohol in it even if its not ment to and knowing me I dont drink but this time I couldnt help it I was dyin of thirst so I had a beer... or two...or five, i cant remember, anyways Next thing I know Two Bit is passed out drunk on the couch. Steve was hittin on some girls Dallas was doin Lord knows what and I couldnt see Pony or Johnny anywhere which kinda worried me so I went lookin for em I hit the wall and trampled over some things or someones a couple times till I finally made it to the back yard. I saw this girl I used to go to school with before I dropped out and I had liked her back then but now I think shes kinda trashy and no good, but she comes up to me and we talk for a few minutes and all of a sudden she starts sayin how she liked me and thought I was hot or somethin and the next thing I know her lips are pressed up against mine with her tongue all in my mouth, and im too drunk to realize whats goin on otherwise it wouldnt have happened, suddendly shes yanked away from my mouth almost takin my tongue with her. I looked up and I saw Katie. And I wasn't drunk enough to think I hadnt done anythin wrong cause my heart almost fell outta my chest. All I could think about was that I blew it and Katie and I are over and now she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;  Well I was wrong...very wrong. She knows me well and knows I never drink and she knew I wouldnta done that otherwise. Well I dont remember what happend next cause I passed out. Next thing I knew Pony and Johnny were haulin me on in to the house and in to my bed. I started to wake up and I saw Katie sittin in a chair beside my bed starrin at me with her arms folded. I jumped up and told her how sorry I was and that that girl ment nothin to me and kept ramblin on about it till Katie kissed me and said "I know how you can make it up to me." a direct quote. Well she pushed me back on to the bed an.................. well you can just guess what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;   Wow, yeah thats the 1st and last time I ever get drunk, not that I didnt like what happened in end or anythin, haha. What a great role model I am for Pony.&lt;br /&gt;  Well did anyone else go to Dallas's party? And Dally what unlucky chick were you makin time with for so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-3018499301392383268?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3018499301392383268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=3018499301392383268' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3018499301392383268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/3018499301392383268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-2-be-wild.html' title='Born 2 Be Wild'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1504194746604213010</id><published>2009-08-12T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:22:25.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>Sup Guys? Not too much happenin here except for last week Johnnys parents came around lookin for em, they didnt know he was stayin with us and we figured they didnt care where he was in the first place but we were wrong cause they came lookin for em and found em at our house, well we explained how he had been livin here for months and this pissed em off real good, they started to go after Johnny but we told him since hes 18 and all he has the right to stay where he wants to and they aint got nuthin to say about it. Yeah so we told em real good and they hadnt come back since. Poor Johnny, It makes me even more glad he doesnt have to live with them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1504194746604213010?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1504194746604213010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1504194746604213010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1504194746604213010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1504194746604213010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-1324551737243614879</id><published>2009-07-27T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:40:11.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Again!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was at the store picking up some stuff off Darry's shopping list. I was almost done and started to head to the check out when I saw Two Bit. He didn't know I was there so it was a perfect time to mess with em. I just kinda followed him around a bit when I noticed he swiped some hair grease and stuck it under his jacket, and well in our part of  town there are quite a few cops just wonderin around so I found the closest one and told him that two bit had stolen something, and that cop had him down on the ground in secounds ha ha ha, it was hilarious. Well I high tailed it outta there pretty fast. ha ha ha ha your welcome Two Bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-1324551737243614879?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1324551737243614879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=1324551737243614879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1324551737243614879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/1324551737243614879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/revenge-again.html' title='Revenge Again!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6792984019586331496</id><published>2009-07-11T01:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:32:25.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>WOW! Hey guys, what has it been like 2 years??? Well at first I decided I didnt have time for bloggin no more but all you keep commenting on it I decided i might as well star it up again, so i hope you guys keep readin it. I've noticed no one else still blogs but it sure would be fun if they started up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh so much has happened, Johnny ended up movin in with us bout a year ago and its pretty tuff. I moved in to the bedroom with Darry and Johnny shares the room with Pony. Pony really likes havin Johnny around, someone who understands him better. Well me and Katie are still together and I still love her just as much. Shes a great girl and all the guys love her. Well keep checkin back, i'll try to post atleast once a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note from author: feel free to star your own Outsiders blog if one character hasnt posted in over a year you may have that character, but please let me know so I can put a link to it on to my blog, thanks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6792984019586331496?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6792984019586331496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6792984019586331496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6792984019586331496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6792984019586331496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6892244669780373823</id><published>2007-10-26T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:43:47.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Trouble</title><content type='html'>So the other day dallas, johnny, twobit, pony, and i all went down to hang out around DX. We were all standin  near the back door when these two girls walked by, well you should already know theres gonna be trouble cause its dallas, twobit and GIRLS! well anyways they looked like prostutes, so of course they have to go up and talk to em, not pony or johnny cause their too shy, and not me cause i got a perfect girl already. Anyways they walked up too em and started harrassin em, u no hittin em on the butt, callin em dirty names and stuff like that, well i turned around for two secounds to say sumptin to pony, and next thing I knew dallas was tryin to rip the poor girls clothes off, i mean even if she was trash that still aint right, she was hittin em and everything and twobit was just standin there laughin, so i went up to em and told him to stop, then i flenched thinking he was sock me a hard one, but all he said was "what, you think shes gonna like call the cops or sumptin?" then he kinda laughed. Well one of the girls took out a pair of handcuffs, and of course dallas had to say sumptin dirty bout that, and the next thing u knew she had em on the ground, hands behind his back, and in cuffs. It turned out they were really cops under cover. Wow we all had a good laugh bout that one, have fun rottin in jail dallas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6892244669780373823?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6892244669780373823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6892244669780373823' title='151 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6892244669780373823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6892244669780373823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/police-trouble.html' title='Police Trouble'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>151</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-2234820154008362299</id><published>2007-07-21T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:17:56.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome</title><content type='html'>Wow, I never thought life could be so dull when you got as many friends as I do. Dallas is on some dumb trip, Steve went to visit his mom in Seattle, Ponyboy's at some track camp thing, Katie's visiting her best friend who moved to Colorado last year, and Two-Bit went down to Grand bury, Texas for their annual Free Alcohol festival. It's just me, Darry, and Johnny. The other night Johnny's parents put a beatin on em', scared em so bad he peed his pants. Darry and I have been thinkin of lettin Johnny just live with us since he practically does anyway. I think that would be pretty good for Pony too, havin Johnny to goof around with. Besides work I ain't got nuthin to do. The girls went with Dallas on his trip, I can't believe they talked Darry in to it, I swear Dallas if either one of those girls comes back beaten or pregnant I'm gonna beat so much blood outta you you're gonna be moppin it up for weeks. They are way too attached to those boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-2234820154008362299?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2234820154008362299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=2234820154008362299' title='78 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2234820154008362299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/2234820154008362299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/lonesome.html' title='Lonesome'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>78</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6975349616104760090</id><published>2007-06-21T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:51:28.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan Two-Bit (the revenge)</title><content type='html'>Well last week we all went down to the lake, it was pretty late in the evening so hardly anyone was there, I brought Katie along. We were there pretty late. When it got dark enough Katie and I went skinny dippin,.......... that's right I said skinny dippin! Well she was kinda shy a little so I let her get in to the water without seeing her, it was practically too dark to see anyways. I hung my clothes on a tree branch and then joined Katie in the water. Meanwhile the gang was off a bit ways hangin round the campfire.  When it got time to leave and after we had, had our fun we went to get our clothes and of course mine were missin. I'll give you one guess who took em.  After half an hour of running around the campfire and trying to kill Two-Bit nude, I finally got my clothes back. Katie got a real kick outta all this. But I wasn't too mad because what Two-Bit didn't know was that I filled his sun screen lotion bottle with sun TAN lotion, ha ha ha ha, the next day he was darker than chocolate. Was that good or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6975349616104760090?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6975349616104760090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6975349616104760090' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6975349616104760090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6975349616104760090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/tan-two-bit-revenge.html' title='Tan Two-Bit (the revenge)'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26881878.post-6392561298712395528</id><published>2007-05-13T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:42:27.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see!</title><content type='html'>Sup guys, haven't been able to post in a while, caught up in too much. Katie and I have been hangin together, she is so sweet. Can't wait till summer when the pools open again, not that the fact they're closed has ever stopped us before. Anyways I think im cummin down with Darry's strep throat, man I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;           Not much really goin lately, the gang and I went up to the drive in the other night I left about half way through the movie, it bored me to death, Dallas left to, i think he had a fight or sumptin, how was it Dallas? Well I headed on over to Katie's, she's been wanting me to meet her parents for a long time. They work a lot so every time I've been at her house they haven't been there, wait one sec, i dont mean it like that nuthin ever happened most of the time her brother was there, at first I was afraid to meet her brother Carl cause Katie said he's the "over-protective" type, well after he met me he said I was Katie's best Boyfriend yet so I wasnt too afraid to meet her parents, yeah well to make a long story short they love me too. Why am I so loveable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26881878-6392561298712395528?l=sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6392561298712395528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26881878&amp;postID=6392561298712395528' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6392561298712395528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26881878/posts/default/6392561298712395528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapopcurtisblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see!'/><author><name>Sodapop Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16637955823368419738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slIS9_JhXPo/TVWTXCcaAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/waG3XA6Cs28/s220/sodapic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
