<?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-574860689630486097</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:51:10.542-08:00</updated><category term='coming out of my shell'/><category term='I missed you'/><category term='3rd and 4th lives....'/><category term='blah'/><category term='Simon'/><category term='Do you actually read this?'/><category term='I&apos;ll call you'/><category term='for my Othello'/><category term='y&apos;all'/><category term='Words are an aphrodesiac'/><category term='My ears are stll ringing....'/><category term='Don&apos;t call me'/><category term='mmmmmmm......'/><category term='how things change....'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='2nd'/><title type='text'>ScarlettAngel's Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3873222695934785642</id><published>2009-11-01T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:50:52.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't even say it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it's been a few weeks....months? Since I've blogged and so I figured that since I was adding some fun stuff to the new blog, I might wanna write a bit too...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case you haven't take a look, I've added some new stuff...Games! Horoscopes!Sims Cheats! So, take a look and play around and of course, tell me whatcha think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else have I been doing, you might ask...watching after The Molly! Lemme show ya... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SoFebtzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EchO7E3tzmU/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203114393515826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SoFebtzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EchO7E3tzmU/s320/003_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SnmJicFI/AAAAAAAAATs/mXZTizieXZ8/s1600-h/002_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203105984376914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SnmJicFI/AAAAAAAAATs/mXZTizieXZ8/s320/002_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SpAIWUbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c_Rx_-vmAaM/s1600-h/mollly%26me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399203130138579378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SpAIWUbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c_Rx_-vmAaM/s320/mollly%26me4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is Molly and Me...not to be confused with Marley and Me..although if you saw the movie, you've got a pretty good idea of what life is like with "monster dog"! She still steals shoes and socks...and paper...and underwear (she's stolen at least one pair of everyone's and run them all through the house). However, once she gets them she just stands there waiting for you to come get it. If you tell her to drop it, she will....okay, if *I* tell her to drop it she will. Anyone else? She tends to run...but you can see her smile as you chase her! She goes after the stuff of whoever (whomever? lol)she wants attention from. She even ate the handle off of my dad's tupperwear cup! She doesn't eat plastic, she just pulls it off and spits it out. Toys? Unless they are the "rugged" toys they usually last about 5 minutes. I am not even stretching the truth...I timed her once on this cute ball that was supposed to keep her attention ...it did...for five..count 'em...five minutes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so Sam's probably reading this and saying..."I'm sick of hearing about Molly-you said you wouldn't keep talking about her"! So I guess I should mention that Sam is going to be running a high school out of Second Life (what? You don't know what Second Life is? What's the matter with you? Are you sure you know me?--Check the link I've got here and Go!-I'm ScarlettAngel Silverstar there....get going!) And guess who is going to be teaching some classes? Yup..yours truly! I've got an elective "Vampires and the Movies" (From Nosferatu to Twilight) and also teaching a Government class--well, kind of goverment and law. I think it's going to be pretty interesting and I can't wait for it to be up and running! You know The Angel has always wanted to be a teacher but too lazy to go back to school to get my degree so this is the closest thing I can find...and I can do it in my underwear if I want! How many teachers can say that? Okay, how many teachers do you wanna see in their underwear anyway? Roflmao!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, if you see me in SL say hi...or if you are a follower of Yoville or Farmville on Facebook, gimme a shout-out! If you don't like this format or any of the new stuff, lemme know ...I miss you guys and hope to be writing more but then again, I think I'm always saying that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SpAIWUbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c_Rx_-vmAaM/s1600-h/mollly%26me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3873222695934785642?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3873222695934785642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3873222695934785642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3873222695934785642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3873222695934785642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-even-say-it.html' title='Don&apos;t even say it!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Su3SoFebtzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EchO7E3tzmU/s72-c/003_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5855689657179506118</id><published>2009-09-24T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:00:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirstie  Alley is a Twit (ter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, any of you who know The Angel, know that I love celebrities.  I am an avid reader of The Enquirer, Star, People and US --scoff all you want about how it's all garbage, but if you look at older issues, you'll find that most of their stories did come to pass.  I also read TMZ and Perez Hilton religously every morning (although Perez is missing more than he is hitting)  So, imagine my glee when I discovered Twitter and that real celebs post their thoughts and ideas for anyone to read.  And you can "follow" them so you get to see each and every time they Tweet.  Who was my first Tweetie? John Mayer of course..lol. The guy has some really crazy shit going through his brain but one thing I Twitted was..."If John Mayer Tweets and TMZ doesn't cover it, did it really happen?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also started following Kirstie Alley-she started out pretty normal sounding but sometimes she spends the entire day on Twitter.  For someone who is working out for "hours" at a time and busy with her schedule and businesses, she spends an awful lot of time just twittering about nothing.  So, most days I just kind of went past her "tweets"...that was until Monday.  Monday was the season premier of "House"...I don't watch it, but I know what's going on.  Logging onto Twitter..there were a bunch of tweets from KA going on and on about the use of medication on the show.  Now, I know that she is a Scientologist and their views of medication, including those for depression are very well known (Hello, Tom Cruise!). The more she went on and on, the more pissed off I got reading it so I replied to her... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" @&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirstiealley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; neither are cults who offer free iq tests....hmm...but whatever celebrities endorse is accepted by some  " (I pass a Scientology center on my way home every day and see the ads for the free iq tests--and then I got it off my chest...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least til I read the continuation of her rants...finally talking about how "faith can cure anything" and garbage such as that...my response to that???   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirstiealley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "The spirit, you, can heal anything with the right guidance". even obesity? Guess it really hasn't worked for you?  "  And you know what? I actually got a response to that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Kirstie Alley" href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirstiealley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/scarlettangel00"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scarlettangel00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; wow, why are you so bitter to me? just curious..you don't even know me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(silly, coming from someone who seems to share every single detail of her life with her followers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had to reply back..."@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirstiealley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; cuz i'm sick of reading about your politics.i didn't say anything during your tirade against perez but you just lost a followr"--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week or so ago, she got herself in the middle of a twitter-arguement between Demi Moore and Perez Hilton about Demi's daughter, Tallulah.  KA even called Perez a pervert and mentioned child pornography.  He responded asking for who her lawyer is--I'm hoping he does end up filing a lawsuit--however, she trusted him enough to Twitter Jaclyn Smith's "supposed" death the other day without checking her facts either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so...I got one final tweet from her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Kirstie Alley" href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirstiealley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/scarlettangel00"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scarlettangel00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; well, I think that is best since you hate me...I wish you well " uhmmm...yeah.  I then got two...hate-tweets from people who wanted to "defend her honor" I guess....yeeeeaaaaahhhh.....that worked...NOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I mention that she went on...and on...and on about how our medicinal society is what killed MJ and Anna Nicole (could have sworn it was their doctors....lol)  Oh..and she keeps going on about this new "weight loss system"...have you *seen* pictures of her lately?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say? Kirstie Alley is no Valerie Bertinelli....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5855689657179506118?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5855689657179506118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5855689657179506118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5855689657179506118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5855689657179506118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/09/kirstie-alley-is-twit-ter.html' title='Kirstie  Alley is a Twit (ter)'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1583940061519664310</id><published>2009-08-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:08:53.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a fat girl always a fat girl, no matter what her size?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to confess...I'm a fraud...a complete and total fraud...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least that's how I felt as I roamed the aisles of our local Old Navy store.  Now, I have never been in ON.  Why? Hello....! I'm a fat girl.  Who thinks ON has fat girl clothes? And how in the heck did I get here anyway??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I think I made my last trip to Catherine's.  The smallest sized pants they have are a 16 and The Angel now looks like she is swimming in 16s (Yay me!) Do you know how long it's been since I've been too small to shop in plus-sized stores? *I* don't even remember how long it's been.  I've been pretty bummed out that our local Target store no longer has a big girl department so I was just ...confused...as to where to go.  So...as I was looking around Target....picking up a cute little Hello Kitty thingie for Sam (who still hasn't seen it cuz we just seem to pass in the night these days) I kind of slinked ...slunk?...to the women's department of Target ...they had jeans...real jeans..with a button and a zipper and everything...and they were a 14! Well, I thought...even if I don't fit into them now, I will soon...so I picked them up and brought them back.  No harm in trying them, my pea-brain said....I don't know, answered my heart.  The waist looks pretty tiny.  So I put one leg in...and then the other...and then up they came...nice and snug  on my thighs (it's okay, I've got regular sized thighs..it's just when you get above the thighs that the trouble begins...I'm an apple!) Now...to button...OMG...they buttoned...and zipped!  I have *real* jeans ...from the regular department. ME!  Okay, so they are a bit long..cuz I'm not.  But they fit! They fit me!  I was soooo excited...now, if I only had the butt ...but that's another blog altogether!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the next day I decided to face one of my fears and go into Old Navy.  I know, it's not like Saks  or some huge store, but I don't want to spend a lot of money on clothes I only hope to wear for a few months (til I can get something smaller)  Cashiers asked me if they could help me..when all I could imagine them thinking is..."What is *she* doing here? Like we have anything that big?!"   I went all the way to the back...the sales racks....not only did they have my 14s, but they had stuff in 16 and 18 and even a few sizes bigger!  I got 3 pairs of pants there for the same price I would have gotten 1 pair at Catherine's.  I know that you use more material for bigger clothes, but the prices are ....wow...that's all I can say.  And then I went to Kohl's..yeah, I think they have a big girl department but you know what? I didn't want to go there.  I went to the first rack I walked past and  picked up the first jeans I saw.  Lol...Gloria Vanderbuilt...all I could think was...I would have killed for them back in junior high...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I've got myself a few pairs of pants in my "new" size (although I don't get to wear them yet cuz they are being shortened...as we speak) and it feels wierd.  I feel wierd.  I know that it's not like I've lost a lot of weight. But I'm also getting smaller clothes.  Clothes that flatter my new shape.  As Tajuana has pointed out (and Erika too about a year or so ago), I tend to wear big clothes.  They are roomy and comfy and I don't have to think about anyone seeing...the rolls (and I'm not talking Royce..roflmao) but with these smaller sizes I've been wearing, I tend to be more self-conscious.  My one saving grace is that my chest is still up and out ...lol.  Thank goodness for the girls..they make me so proud! Lol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I guess we are getting into the TMI portion of our blog...so going back to my first question....is a fat girl always fat, no matter what her size?  Am I destined to always feel like the biggest one in the room?  And if I am....is that a bad thing or a good thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1583940061519664310?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1583940061519664310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1583940061519664310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1583940061519664310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1583940061519664310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-fat-girl-always-fat-girl-no-matter.html' title='Is a fat girl always a fat girl, no matter what her size?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7344547074462292971</id><published>2009-08-11T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:27:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My type? How about ...with a pulse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been threatening to do this post for a while now so I guess I might as well stick it in here (besides, Sam's just updated her blog so I have to keep ahead of her!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought back to when your "type" became your type?  Well, I've spent the last couple of weekend mornings doing just that while on the lengthy drive to work.  I know that Sam thinks that I only have one type...but there really are two types that I go after.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first type is the "big guy".  I'm not talking huge here..but big guys.  I've actually traced it back to..geeeezz....7th grade, y'all.  He was in my math class and hurt his back and couldn't come to school.  The teacher asked if anyone wanted to write him letters.  Well, you all know me...I was writing notes even back then.  We wrote for a long time and when he came back, it seemed a bit odd (just like when you only talk to someone online and then meet them in person) but we ran in the same circles and became boyfriend and girlfriend for a while.  We would break up and then make up and it went back and forth all the way through high school and even for a bit after high school.  He was my "first" in a lot of ways....but not the one way that I wished he was.   I always look back on him with fondness and imagine my surprise when I was in Texas ....Texas...so many many miles away from SoCal....and I was in a tiny little town in Texas too.  Not Dallas, Houston....San Antonio...but  a tiny little town.  What are the chances that the two of us would be in that same tiny town?  For who knows how long and not have run into each other? OMG....the odds are astronomical!  And he was still...sigh...the ying to my yang.  From books to movies to...even careers...we were on the same wavelength.  Even now, I figure that when I'm a million years old and in that little retirement home, I'm gonna look around and there he will be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway...he was the first of many big guys that have captured my heart...if not just my body (roflmao) Don't worry, no dirty little details...but my Telford was always there as well.  He knows that he will always be a part of my heart and my life even if  he won't come back to Cali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's always been another type.  The skinny, quiet...alright..NERDY guy.  He isn't in the midst of any clique.  He keeps to himself, which then makes me want to talk to him and think that he is so "deep". LOL...and believe it or not, I can trace this back to 7th grade as well!  I'm not going to mention his name other than to say....if you saw "Fast Times at Ridgemont High", you saw him.   There's always been one  of my quiet guys...from Pac Bell...AT&amp;amp;T...and yeah, even now where I am.  I know better than to act on anything where I am but it's always nice to look.  I never want to become like the Jessica Rabbit that we have at work.  At Xmas, I have this shirt that says "Ho Ho Ho" on it...I call it my Jessica shirt.  (Yes, Sam...I *did* just say that). I wonder if she even has a clue what people say about her....she must, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, well I've gotten this out of my system and out of my brain so now I can think about other things.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going out to see the meteor shower....I almost feel like one of my Sims3 characters....I actually had Pink out there watching a meteor shower...roflmao...okay...have a goodnight my peeps.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7344547074462292971?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7344547074462292971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7344547074462292971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7344547074462292971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7344547074462292971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-type-how-about-with-pulse.html' title='My type? How about ...with a pulse?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1042031639475488873</id><published>2009-08-06T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:17:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't you....forget about me....don't don't don't you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt92WtVuNI/AAAAAAAAASs/58Si2EGetnY/s1600-h/jh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367021753704233170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt92WtVuNI/AAAAAAAAASs/58Si2EGetnY/s320/jh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read, with such sadness, about the loss of John Hughes. He was *the* director of my generation and it's a shame to lose someone so young. I've written just about everywhere of my love for "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" because it was filmed in my high school while I was going there. Yes, it ages me...but I've learned to accept my age (mostly because I don't look it! roflmao) Looking through his roster of movies (I'm sure Italo will have a better blog about it with more pics. I'm just the writer, ya know)I forgot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt_oOukRxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AgNFGuaEyvo/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367023710066984722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt_oOukRxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/AgNFGuaEyvo/s320/breakfast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that he'd given us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, there was "Breakfast Club"..which seems to be on cable all the time and I always stop to watch. I love the ending with Molly and Judd Nelson. Yeah, I went to elementary school with her...Colfax Elementary in North Hollywood--they bussed us valley kids to Hollywood...lol. It's where Cuba Gooding, Jr. protected me from the love of my life at that time. Where people whispered about Molly and Kim Fields because they only showed up at school once every three months. Where I had my first "real" boyfriend...such as it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt_yzhKOLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gpijPZHVqJs/s1600-h/only.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367023891741554866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt_yzhKOLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gpijPZHVqJs/s320/only.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, but I digress..anyway... there was also..."Only the Lonely". John Candy (another great and powerful loss)...I don't feel that it got the recognition it deserved cuz it was my favorite John Candy movie...Don't just watch the interation between him and his mother, but when he first starts to ask out Alley Sheedy...giving her a list of excuses to pick from...sigh....yeah, I can relate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, tonight, pick your favorite John Hughes movie...maybe for you it's "16 Candles"...and Long Duck Dong (roflmao) but just smile for John..I'm sure he's smiling down on us....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1042031639475488873?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1042031639475488873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1042031639475488873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1042031639475488873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1042031639475488873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-youforget-about-medont-dont-dont.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t you....forget about me....don&apos;t don&apos;t don&apos;t you&quot;'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/Snt92WtVuNI/AAAAAAAAASs/58Si2EGetnY/s72-c/jh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3086656678814283238</id><published>2009-08-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:59:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...no...W-e-i-g-h-t!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I'm making sure that I do a blog entry before I go back to Sims3 (which is so addicting, it's a miracle I make it to work sometimes!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not even really sure anyone reads these, but I really feel that I have to put this into words.  I don't talk about it really with anyone other than my mom because I'm not really one to blow my own horn, ya know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As of today, the Angel is 18.2 lbs lighter than she was on her (gulp) 41st birthday.  It's been almost 10 weeks that I've been back to the big WW.  Being (gulp) over 40, diabetic (blah..and at least 3rd generation , at that), from a fat family (again, at least 3 generations back) and not the most athletic person (have you ever seen someone fail PE in high school? I did-twice!Can't pass if you don't participate! lol) it's hard to lose weight.  The entire time I was in Texas -10 years- I weighed 220...I couldn't remember any time that I'd been under 200.  No matter what I ate, it didn't go up...but it didn't go down either.   I blamed my weight on being home and figured that once I was out on my own that I would automatically do "the right thing".  Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I got back to Cali it took ...hmmm..about a year maybe before Mom decided she wanted to try Weight Watchers again and I went along with her.  My mom and dad had been long time WW starters and restarters.  Mom and I found a great meeting!  The "trainer", Michelle, is a great motivational speaker and I loved going.  Michelle was from South Africa so she had a marvelous accent (that Mom sometimes didn't quite understand) and so we went every week.  Of course, after every meeting we had to reward ourselves with a trip to the fast food place of our choice!  I've been trying to figure out how much weight I lost...I know I was under the 200s...like in the high 190s at that point.  I learned how to manipulate how I used my points and not quite sure I followed all the rules.  If I felt I did't lose anything, we just didn't go to meetings! (lol)  After a while, we stopped going and I felt that I had gained everything back ( I really didn't)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I had been thinking more and more about going back --and those darling commercials with the furry "Hungry" character were very tempting-but wasn't sure I was up for more meetings, especially with still having to make sure someone was available to watch Molly.  So, I'm trying WW online.  No meetings but with their blogs and message boards, I get all of the assistance I need.  But this time....I'm following the plan better and actuall excersizing.  ME! ME? Yeah, ME!  I started out at 30 minutes and now am up to over an hour--50 minutes on the bike and 17 1/2 on our eliptical machine--and using resistance, not just moving, but moving hard! I try to do at least 3 days a week.  Molly and I also take a 2 mile walk on Tuesdays &amp;amp; Wednesdays.  I swore that when we got her, I would walk her all the time ---but I don't.  About 1/2 of the walk is uphill and I'm always so proud of myself when I get up that hill...but Molly's the only one who hears my "YEAH!" when I get there...roflmao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some big surprises this time....Hummus...omg...I love hummus now.  When I get home from work, I have some precut (by me--I set up 5 bags on Wed and fill them w/ radishes and sugar snap peas)veggies and 4 tbs of hummus (2 points for the Athenos brand, thankyouverymuch!) and it fills me up.  I'm eating a ton of veggies this time--1 yellow or orange bell pepper and a tomato at lunchtime--ask any of my co-workers.  I'm known for my 'matoes now.  I've even started adding some flax seed...flax seed? What the heck am I doing with flaxseed? Who knows, but I know it can only help, not hurt me and I don't taste it, so I put some in my morning oatmeal and some in my hummus and I'm good to go.  Oh...and something else I've discovered is Vitatops...they are like muffin tops and come in some great flavors like Banana Nut, Peanut butter chocolate, Dark chocolate and pomagranate and even a corn one.  They've got only 100 calories and tons..tons..of fiber.  I have one for my morning snack (again, 2 points)at work and then one for dessert.  They even have one that is sugar free...w/only 80 calories.  Yeah for the Angel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, am I just being *sooooo* perfect? Hell to the NO!  I've decided that instead of having a "cheat day" every week, I only have one once a month.  On the anniversary, so every 29th or 30th, I head over to Mickey D's or Carl's Jr and pick up a burger and small (yes, small!) fries.  I only have red meat once a week, at the most.  When I pick up anything at the market, I use my little WW calculator to figure out the points..."is it worth it?" is my new matra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So...I'm around 50lbs less than I was in Texas (stop calculating, I'm never gonna tell you the exact number so just stop it right now!) However...I'm still wearing the same size clothes. It's time to get rid of the fat Angel...I always felt that if I got the bigger clothes, they would skim right over the fat parts...roflmao. I always wanted to dress that way than to wear something skin tight where you could see the rolls (yeah, there's this girl at work...J...no, not gonna put her whole name, but the girl is ghetto w/ a capital G...who maybe doesn't know she's fat?) but I think I maybe can move out of the 3x that I'm used to buying.  Boys and girls, I bought some things at Target today that are just an xl.  In the regular girls department (that's cuz they don't have a big girl's dept at my Target anymore...can you believe that shit?)  So, I'm going through my closet and getting rid of a lot of stuff...cleaning out the fat clothes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I've rambled long enough...I miss my Sims...Wish I could tell you more about the family--Pink Princess (mom), Blue Brosnan (dad), Purple Rain (son) and Autumn Harvest (daughter)--roflmao....I named the mom Pink because Pink's song  "So What" is my excersize saver! It is *the best* song to get you going...I owe her one for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what...I'm still a rock star. I've got the rock moves..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3086656678814283238?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3086656678814283238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3086656678814283238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3086656678814283238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3086656678814283238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/waitnow-e-i-g-h-t.html' title='Wait...no...W-e-i-g-h-t!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8574459949288893427</id><published>2009-05-26T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:38:36.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! It's actually a new blog entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I haven't written and that's because my morale ---along with those I work with--has been so low that it takes all of my energy just to walk into our office...Speaking of our new office, it's been about a month and a half since we've moved in.  The drive is only about 3 miles farther each way, but it's a traffic filled 3 miles and seems like it takes an hour longer.  I'm going from  my happy little suburb in the West Valley, to the alley-way of El Easto Valley.  I guess it wouldn't be so bad...if I had air conditioning!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, let's talk about the building first. Now, our old building was a bit behind the times and if you didn't get there by 9ish, you were parking on the street or across the street.  The bathrooms were tiny (there were 2 of them) but fairly close by.  The office was small enough that you could yell to someone at the other end of the office (and yes, Sups and "helpers" were always doing that).  This new place? Parking is really great. Really...no matter what time you come in you've got a place.  The restrooms are nice and sparkling clean--although there is only 1 upstairs and 1 downstairs--don't worry, at least 6 stalls.  The office itsself seems to me to be the length of a football field--although to be fair, I've never *walked* the length of a football field, so I'm probably wrong! lol.  The restrooms are on 1 end of the field, meaning that if you are not on my team, you are walking quite a ways down. Me? I'm basically right next to them--sometimes a good thing...sometimes a noisy thing (I hear every toilet flush! roflmao) Me being on this end basically means that if I have a question or need help, I've gotta wait a while before someone sees me floundering.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; This new office even has an elevator, for lazy people like me who would rather walk a bit farther to the elevator than to walk up the closer stairs (lol)  I have found a nice, quiet place downstairs to read--comfy leather (ish) chairs and no tv.   The old office had very few windows, leaving you feeling like you were working in a cave.  This new place is covered with windows.  I'm thinking they're bulletproof but always have thoughts of a disgruntled customer coming up and shooting them out. (You know me, dear Readers, always looking at the upside of things!)  Customers still come in and it's still a bit funny to see them freaking out ...yeah, I take thrills in the little things.  A couple of weeks ago, some lady got here after the office closed and was having a major meltdown, banging on the doors-like that was gonna help-til our old, feeble security guard went out there and told her to leave.  She peeled out of there like no one's business...Yeah, that was a good day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before the move, I went through 4 Sups in a month's time. I missed my original sup, but then got a great guy who I think could have taught me so much (he lasted a month with me before he went on to greener grass) So I got put with a sup that I thought I would get along great with, only to find that due to a change, I would be with another lady....who then traded me...*traded me* for someone else.  So...think of the scariest person you know...*that's* the sup I ended up with.  Now, she works afternoon/evenings and I work mornings, so I don't see her so very much and guess what...she and I are more alike than I thought, even down to the books we read. And ya know what else? She isn't as smart as I thought she was...at least when it comes down to things like...hmm..I don't know...turning the volume down on her speakerphone!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, morale at the new office is a bit low this month but I'm kinda happy. We have a new "Big Bossman" and I like him...why? Cuz he's *NEW*.  That means, he doesn't know anyone, therefore, no preferential treatment. Everyone is treated the same way.  No one gets extra money for being the boss' favorite...no one gets better hour choices just because they are a better seller.  Heck, he's even been letting us go home early if it's slow! (And it has been pretty slow) I've been doing half-days, basically... I've seen all the new movies and I'm a happy little camper!  Which boss would you prefer? Someone who tells you like it is, no matter how bad it might be (as in--"We can't pay you the big bucks for sales because we don't have the money, so we are gonna change things to make it harder for you this month") or someone who tells you what he thinks you want to hear just to be popular (as in "Yeah, everyone's gonna get 3 days off when we move" but no one gets any time off cuz he "misunderstood")?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I'm not great at what they pay me to do.  Customer service I can do.  Sales? Not so much, but I've been trying and now with the changes, I think I might have a chance...I'm hoping it's not too little, too late. I kinda figured if it got to the point where *I* was getting over 1000.00/month (before taxes) commission that something would have to change and it changed for the worst this month but it's gonna get better so I continue to have faith...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you, Dear Readers, have faith as well....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8574459949288893427?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8574459949288893427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8574459949288893427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8574459949288893427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8574459949288893427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-its-actually-new-blog-entry.html' title='OMG! It&apos;s actually a new blog entry!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6414409592308700994</id><published>2009-01-28T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:02:44.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Molly Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDrBAgx4SI/AAAAAAAAARk/KH0b1FQeimw/s1600-h/molly8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296491564337586466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDrBAgx4SI/AAAAAAAAARk/KH0b1FQeimw/s320/molly8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Molly. I'm da reason why The Angel hasn't been posting. She's been too busy taking care of me since before Christmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hers 'dopted me on December 12th. I was only 2 months old and now I'm almost (holding up her paw) dis many months old! It's been a long two months of us gettin to know each odder. I useta not know any people words but now I know... my name, sit, shake, and da most 'portant word--"MINE". I hear dat one all da time when I take somefin I'm not 'post to. Usually it's shoes. I loooove shoes!! They are so yummy to chew on and it makes everybody so excited when I take them and run! I also like to chew on books (oh, my momma gets so upset at this! They are her favorite things) I've got a big yard to play in here, but I like digging up da pwetty flowers more! The dirt smells better and then I can chew all of the roots! I like to be outside, but momma sometimes brings me into her room so I won't bother everybody and she tries to be on that mean ol' 'puter, but I won't let her! Every time I see her typing, I grab a shoe and start chewin away til she turns it off and comes to play with me and pet me! (I love belly rubs best of all, don't you?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDs3rw91VI/AAAAAAAAARs/aWYR83Y4Q8M/s1600-h/P1190022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493603172767058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDs3rw91VI/AAAAAAAAARs/aWYR83Y4Q8M/s320/P1190022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dis is my favorite chair outside. It swings back and forth. Me and momma sit outside and watch da stars sometimes when I'm bein' a good girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting my puppy classes now so I can learn more things. I can already sit when I'm told to and shake hands too. Momma says that I've got to learn to be polite to new peoples when they meet me and tell me how purty I is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I liked my first class and meeting all the new doggies but I gots in twouble cuz one doggie wouldn't leave me alone when I told her to so I had to growl at her to make her listen! Teacher thought it was my fault so she sprayed me! (She don't know how much I lobes water !) I have a new class tonight and momma said I've gotta show that I am a good girl. I didn't yap even one time even though the little black doggy did. I even fell asleep! (It was my usual nap time, not my fault)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My momma loves me so much she has pictures of me all over her desk and every day when she gets home, we go for walkies! I try so hard to be good and to remember how to sit at every corner but it's hard for my little puppy brain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDuXFLj6gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kllc_4LZwVw/s1600-h/PC250003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296495242082773506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDuXFLj6gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kllc_4LZwVw/s320/PC250003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me on Christmas Day (I was da Angel's big Christmas present) She had bought me a shirt on the night she 'dopted me but by da time Christmas came, it was already too small cuz I'm a growin' girl!! She buys me lots of cute shirts, but her momma says that doggies don't like wearin' clothes and so she takes 'em off me. I even got a Christmas card that I could eat that says I'm the world's best doggy! And I gots a big box of toys already! My favorite ones are the ones that make noise, but if I play too much with dem, dey get taken 'way cuz I wakes everybody up! (But I'm gettin big 'nuff dat I can almost reach where dey get hid at!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma says that I've been on her keyboard long enough so I have to save some stuff for next time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woof...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6414409592308700994?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6414409592308700994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6414409592308700994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6414409592308700994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6414409592308700994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/molly-blogs.html' title='The Molly Blogs'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SYDrBAgx4SI/AAAAAAAAARk/KH0b1FQeimw/s72-c/molly8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5287411961374505045</id><published>2008-12-08T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:26:39.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can one be too depressed for the internet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I haven't written in....could it be?...2 months. Sorry for that...it's not that the intent hasn't been there.  There isn't a week that goes by that I don't think--"I've gotta blog about that!"  But the fact is that the holidays aren't the happiest times for me.  Yes, they are so much better now that I'm home.  Being alone in a far away state for 10 years was so much worse than this.  The fact is that my brain ...well, every year I put such hope in...a real reason to shop!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the gifts I buy that I think are perfect when I get them....I feel are all sorts of wrong the longer I look at them.  Nothing seems good enough and they seem to last forever.  I'm not feeling the "Christmas Spirit" even though I'm sort of being pushed towards it fairly quickly.  Our team's Christmas meeting is tomorrow....the 9th....9th?! Really?! But I'll put on my smile and laugh....it's going to be the last Christmas together for the 07 Coyotes.  Seems we are such a mess that we have brought the entire company to a standstill.  Of course, it isn't our team that is putting a price increase in at a time when the country could really use a break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a lighter note, it looks like we are going to be adding another 4 legged member to our family.  I knew that we would be getting another dog sooner or later. We haven't been more than a few months without one my entire life but Dad seemed to be pretty firm about "no more animals". Which left us with the cat from Hell, Mimi....how a cat can be so evil to everyone else but Mom, I'll never know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I was hoping to get a new puppy for Christmas and it seems that Dad has finally caved.  No yappity little tiny dogs--I am sooo not Paris Hilton--but I'm not looking for a dog as big as Scarlett was either.  I was looking online and in the classifieds for dogs but dang! the prices these days.  I know to some people, price is no object but I just can't see spending that much money for something like that.  So, I think we are going to go the route that everyone should....the animal shelter.  While I find it a bit depressing and want to take all of them home, I'm sure we will find what we are looking for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My New Year's Resolution....to not spend every second talking about my puppy and what it can do and what it looks like...I refuse to fall into that trap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#330099" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another note...Welcome back, Ruel...you were missed and I hope you are doing so much better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5287411961374505045?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5287411961374505045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5287411961374505045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5287411961374505045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5287411961374505045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-one-be-too-depressed-for-internet.html' title='Can one be too depressed for the internet?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2526763624620218164</id><published>2008-10-04T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:46:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma...karma....karma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SOgnV8e0oOI/AAAAAAAAARY/YOVWvYcoTjg/s1600-h/oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253492223293825250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SOgnV8e0oOI/AAAAAAAAARY/YOVWvYcoTjg/s320/oj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 13 Years to the day he was acquitted of the murders of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman, OJ Simpson was convicted of 12 new charges in Las Vegas including kidnapping.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2526763624620218164?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2526763624620218164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2526763624620218164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2526763624620218164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2526763624620218164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/karmakarmakarma.html' title='Karma...karma....karma....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SOgnV8e0oOI/AAAAAAAAARY/YOVWvYcoTjg/s72-c/oj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2291690755909752300</id><published>2008-09-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:25:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyes...Butch Cassidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could write about Heather Locklear being busted for dui....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could write about Scarlett Johanssen and Ryan Reynolds getting married...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there is only one thing on my mind....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251313925763734770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SOBqMV01nPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bdhUxm0brNw/s320/0929_paul_newman_rip_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2291690755909752300?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2291690755909752300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2291690755909752300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2291690755909752300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2291690755909752300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-eyessundance.html' title='Blue Eyes...Butch Cassidy'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SOBqMV01nPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bdhUxm0brNw/s72-c/0929_paul_newman_rip_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6416147187698141159</id><published>2008-09-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:22:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O....M....G!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SNmyS_YIVfI/AAAAAAAAARI/-BEE8F3qz2A/s1600-h/people__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249422879997056498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SNmyS_YIVfI/AAAAAAAAARI/-BEE8F3qz2A/s400/people__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6416147187698141159?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6416147187698141159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6416147187698141159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6416147187698141159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6416147187698141159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title='O....M....G!!!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SNmyS_YIVfI/AAAAAAAAARI/-BEE8F3qz2A/s72-c/people__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4974443581262820581</id><published>2008-09-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:24:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many DVRS is enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, you are probably here looking for my "Dancing with the Stars" review...c'mon, there were 13 couples! With pictures! Uhmm.....no! If you want a review, stop by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b30415_dancing_with_stars_returns_lance_kills.html?sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b30415_dancing_with_stars_returns_lance_kills.html?sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, that long-ass link....lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually, it was full of the good (Lance Bass and Toni Braxton with their partners), the bad (Rocco DiSpririto and Susan Lucci) and the ugly (Jeff Ross and Cloris Leachman). Somestimes it was just hard to watch. At one point, Len told Cloris to "watch your cleavage". I guess I never thought of the 82 year old as buxom but man, her ta-tas have a zip code of their own!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a 3 night event and by the end of the 3 days, 2 of the couples are going to be gone.... How about if we take 1/2 the couples off instead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week is called ABC's official "Stay at Home" week. Heroes started last night ....Big Bang Theory and Two and a half Men...Sarah Connor Chronicles....Boston Legal....OMG! How am I supposed to keep up? And playing SL at the same time? I think I'm gonna go insane this week...thankyouverymuch!&lt;/strong&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/574860689630486097-4974443581262820581?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4974443581262820581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4974443581262820581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4974443581262820581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4974443581262820581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-you-are-probably-here-looking-for-my.html' title='How many DVRS is enough?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4185764609022997837</id><published>2008-09-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:07:56.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Hours I'll never get back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, the Emmy's were on last night. Yeah....It was hosted by the 5 nominees for best reality or competition reality hosts--Tom Bergeron (Dancing with the Stars), Ryan Seacreast (American Idol),Jeff Probst (Survivor), Heidi Klum (Project Runway) , and Howie Mandel (Deal or No Deal). Now, aside from Howie's time as a stand-up comediane, none of these people says more than 1 page of dialogue on each of their shows.  Now, how can the winner of the best reality program for the last 7 years....as long as the catagory has existed not have a host nomination? "The Amazing Race" is the best reality show around and Phil is the best host ever. He was robbed, I tell ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for the other awards? Well, I was happy the Pushing Daiseys won at least one award--for Directing, I think....Other awards were won by Mad Men (best Drama) and 30 Rock (best Comedy) and for actors from those particular series.  John Adams won most of the miniseries awards.  If you want a full list of winners, you can find it just about anywhere...I'm just here to comment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought one of the best awards was a belated Emmy to Tommy Smothers for his writing on The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour back from 1968!  Wow....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was also great to see Don (How *old* is that guy, anyway) Rickles  up on stage although I don't think he paid much attention to the teleprompter! Heck, I don't think anyone did since all I was hearing was that everyone was running behind and everyone's skits were being removed for time....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...you thoughts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh...and my thoughts, prayers and wishes for a speedy recovery to Travis Barker and DJ AM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4185764609022997837?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4185764609022997837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4185764609022997837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4185764609022997837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4185764609022997837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-hours-ill-never-get-back.html' title='3 Hours I&apos;ll never get back....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4415229731958687607</id><published>2008-09-16T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:21:26.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite song!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, it's country...you only have to read the words to know.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheater cheater where'd you meet her down at ernies bar? Did she smile your way twirl her hair and say, how cute dimples are? Did she use that line 'your place or mine' while you danced with her real slow? tell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liar liar did you buy her whiskey or rumDid you hide your ring in the pocket of your jeans or did you just keep it onWhen the deed was done an you had your fun did you think i wouldn't know? tell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm not one to judge someone that I ain't never metBut to lay your hand on a married man's bout as low as a gal can getHey I wish her well and she rots in hell and you can tell her I said soCheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loser loser hope you love her cause your stuck with her nowTake your sorry butt load up all your stuff and get the hell out of my house but I just wish you'd tell me this one thing before you goTell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that low down uptown, slept with every guy around, pressed on eyelash no good white trash ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4415229731958687607?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4415229731958687607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4415229731958687607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4415229731958687607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4415229731958687607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-favorite-song.html' title='My new favorite song!!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3213430621315903167</id><published>2008-09-16T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:12:09.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes..I know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while and you missed me. What? You didn't miss me? Didn't even realize I was gone? OMG.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;So, where have I been? 'Doptin' children, y'all.  I've been on Second Life (way too much) and going to the adoption agency with Sam. Yeah, I know what you're saying "Scarlett, did you not just have a baby?" Yes, I did...but, while I can take Blu everywhere with me,  she can't comment on my bad choice of clothing or the worse choices of those around me.  Now, the thing to realize is that all of these children are played by adults or older teenagers.  You try and keep that in mind but it's hard, at least for me.  To me, they seemed like real little kids and I hated to leave even one of them there.  So, how it goes is...you (potential parent) put up your picture and an application, answering some basic questions.  The kids do the same...so then you check out the kids' panels and pick who you like, who might be a "fit" for you.  The kids, again, do the same. So, when you both pick each other, you are put in contact with each other and put on a 4 day "trial" so see if you *really* connect.  Now, I haven't adopted a child and I feel for those who have gone through this process in real life so please don't take offense but I feel like I can understand a bit of the pain.   To find someone and talk to them and get to care for them and then...to have it just taken away.  The first girl I got was actually a teenager....I'll talk more about her later....let's just say that it didn't work out because...well, (shrug) I'm more of a friend than a mother.  Let's face it, I don't have kids, I wasn't raised around them and my Mom is more friend than mom these days.  So....the 2nd little girl and I got together...we went out shopping for furniture...I thought we were really getting along for those few hours we spent together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;So, imagine my surprise to get a message the next day that she got adopted by someone else! WTF?  So....back I go....and what comes up to me but this little girl...she starts talking to me about the lady she was in a "trial" with...who just kind of ignored her...then the girl said...."it's cuz I'm fat". Oh my goodness....now, if that statement doesn't pull on your heartstrings, you have no heart!  So, I talked with her and showed her the land that Sam and I have, all that stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;While we were talking, I was talking to this teenage boy...boyfriend of the original girl, lol...who had been on trial and now wasn't but was willing to give me a try.  The more he and I are talking, the more..self depreciating the "fat" little girl becomes....and a bit whiny, to be honest.  Readers, you know me.  I have enough drama in my own mind that I really don't need to spend my time telling some little girl how pretty she is, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;So, before I left, I told her to give her "trial mom" another chance...this would give my Teen time to come on the next day and pick me ....Little do I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;By the time I wake up in the morning, I've been picked by another girl! Oh man...and a beautiful little girl she was...wow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Only to have her cancel the "trial" by the time I get home from work because we aren't on together at the same time...lol...so, I got my teenage boy! Sam wants me to have a little child, and maybe I will work my way down...right now, I'm happy working with him.  Well, the "fat" little girl saw that I was on a trial with someone and became very upset. She called me a liar, among other things.  Now I know that this is all role playing, but I never promised anything. I never told her I would adopt her...we were just talking and I was trying to help her feel better. So, I did something that I felt okay about at the time, but you might not think so...I told her that with that attitude, it's not a wonder she is still there waiting.  I told her that when she was ready to apologize to me, I would be there as her friend.  Thoughts????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;So, now...at least for the next 3 days...I've got myself a teenage son. Not just a teenager, but  a Nekko....with ears and a tail....(If I would have known about them when I started, I probaby would have been one as well...lol) He's also got a girlfriend in the first girl that I had a trial with. They are soooooo adorable together and with her "twin" sister are just like having a group of 16 year olds together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Shopping and exploring Second Life by myself...Fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Shopping and exploring with teenagers...priceless.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3213430621315903167?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3213430621315903167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3213430621315903167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3213430621315903167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3213430621315903167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesi-know.html' title='Yes..I know....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1491933930846419008</id><published>2008-08-25T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:04:46.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Babies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the Olympics are finally over and now talk is going on about the new television season starting in the next couple of weeks....the major news today was the release of the names of the "Dancing with the Stars" cast....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kim Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;-a wanna be reality star--really?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Toni Braxton&lt;/span&gt;-Wonder if her ongoing heart problems will let her do her best?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lance Bass&lt;/span&gt;-Paired with a male or female partner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Susan Lucci&lt;/span&gt;-62 year old soap Diva...yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Warren Sapp&lt;/span&gt;-some NFL guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cloris Leachman&lt;/span&gt;-Wow..really picking from the old folks home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rocco DiSpirito&lt;/span&gt;- celebrity chef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cody Linley&lt;/span&gt;- from "Hannah Montana"-yeah, i don't know them either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brooke Burke&lt;/span&gt;-from Baywatch...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jeffery Ross&lt;/span&gt;-comedian-This season's Adam Corolla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maurice Greene&lt;/span&gt;-another sports guy we don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Misty May-Traener&lt;/span&gt;-Olympian ! Just brought home the gold in Beach Volleyball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ted McGinley&lt;/span&gt; -Happy Days, Married with Children, etc--considered the kiss of death of shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are my thoughts...what are yours??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news, you "no doubt" have heard that Gwen Stefani gave birth to her 2nd son, named....(da da dumm...) Zuma....really? after the beach?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the....haven't they had their babies yet? category....Lisa Marie Presley, Minnie Driver, Ashley Simpson...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in the just announced listing.....Charlie Sheen's new wife Brooke (I hope Denise Richards is crying in her beer, the ho), Jennifer Gardner has admitted her spermination news, and Rebecca Romijn (will she ever add the O'Connell?) is going to have twin girls--she's announced that she's going to name one of them after Dolly Parton..hmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under the heading of..no so much entertainment as entertaining.....Yours truly, the ScarlettAngel, had a little second life baby of her own....Blu-Angel Silverstar (yeah, I've been looking at too many celebrity baby names) was born yesterday evening around 6 30 pm...little over 6 lbs and 18 inches long, she's got red hair and green eyes . You'll usually find her in my arms, trying to keep her away from Auntie Sam's wild SL travels...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Okay, going through labor and delivery has worn the Angel out....Just a quick shout out to Jinx! My dearest friend from Texas who never fails to make me smile and who I've been thinking so much of these days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1491933930846419008?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1491933930846419008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1491933930846419008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1491933930846419008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1491933930846419008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/dancing-with-babies.html' title='Dancing with Babies....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7415696952641083765</id><published>2008-08-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:14:18.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What next, Blogging as an Olympic sport?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  So, contrary to what I told Victor at the beginning of the Olympics (me watch? Surely you jest!) I did end up watching the opening ceremonies and have been watching NBC during all of the primetime shows.  Now, we are about half-way done and all of the exciting parts are over.  The (somewhat) fake opening ceremonies....The awsomeness of the Nastia and Shawn winning gold and silver in gymnastics ...and of course, the magic that *is* Michael Phelps. Is he the *greatest* athelete ever? Well, that's up to interpretation.  So, what else have we seen this week? Sports that should not be in the Olympics....Badminton--really? Badminton is a sport that rich people played in the 1800/1900s.  It's not a sport!  What else isn't a sport? Beach volleyball. Now, I love watching Misty May and her partner play..105 straight wins is incredible but really...where else but California would you see this played? Another even that we watched and laughed at?  Trampoline. Tramp-o-line! OMG! Be a gymnast or a diver...but trampoline?! The only time we should see a trampoline on tv is on "America's Funniest Videos" where some redneck tries to show off on it.  I really don't think that any sport that has a "World" medal should also be in the Olympics.   I think the term "Greatest Athletes" should be saved for those doing the Decathalons.   10 events? *That's* an athlete!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     So, I'm done with the Olympics...at least til London....how about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7415696952641083765?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7415696952641083765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7415696952641083765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7415696952641083765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7415696952641083765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-next-blogging-as-olympic-sport.html' title='What next, Blogging as an Olympic sport?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5506186780910368788</id><published>2008-08-03T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:53:09.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJaYGTK8_NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xw_tdvjTpj0/s1600-h/293_Pitt_Jolie_Twins_080308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230535251230260434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJaYGTK8_NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xw_tdvjTpj0/s320/293_Pitt_Jolie_Twins_080308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So....$14 million for.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 pages of Brad, Angie and the new babies. I don't know about you, but I adore the picture of Shiloh.  Yes, I know it will all be donated to charity....but still....how can you justify all of that money?  The kids would be out and in the limelite within a couple of weeks anyway.  Why not be like Halle Berry who was showing off pics of her 4 month old, not caring that she could have made a few mill...and now would be under $1 mil...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;You know that I'll still be getting my copy in the mail.  Yes, I'm a gossip-a-holic....you gotta problem wit dat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5506186780910368788?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5506186780910368788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5506186780910368788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5506186780910368788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5506186780910368788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re here....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJaYGTK8_NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xw_tdvjTpj0/s72-c/293_Pitt_Jolie_Twins_080308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4369572071499599998</id><published>2008-07-30T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:36:31.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin, Rollin...and Rants....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yesterday's lunch had a little rockin and rollin to it....a 5.4 earthquake. We are quite a bit away from the epicenter but every little roll scares those that have been through it before (The Northridge quake has left a lasting fear of sleeping in the dark ) Now, you can read Italo's blog (to your right, my babies) and his take on it...which is quite a bit different than mine. You know what they say--ask 10 different people and you get 10 different stories. So, here's my take on what happened...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was sitting down to lunch with Victor, at one of our off-center tables watching Judge Mathis (lol) when the table started to wiggle. I thought it was Vic wiggling his foot, so didn't think too much about it til I heard Jeanette mention the "E" word. By then the wiggling stopped and it was almost like time itsself stopped. And then the shaking started! Vic and I ran back into the office --for completely different reasons. He went to make sure his mom was okay. Me? I went to get my purse. I wanted to make sure that if we were going to evacuate, that I had all my stuff with me. There was some stupid girl in the doorway that said she wasn't moving and I really did just wanna push her over. (I could have taken her with one big push, lemme tell ya!) By then, the shaking had stopped and everyone was a bit discombobulated. We were looking for the big boss to say something profound. But as usual, no such luck. Now, if you read the news articles, they tell you not to run outside--there's more of a chance of you getting hit with some falling objects that way. The best thing would have been to get under the desks but no...the BloodSucker didn't recommend that either. Just for us to get back on the phones asap. I was still on lunch for another half-hour (cuz this is about noon) still trying to get through to my parents but of course, Verizon Wireless's network is gone. I can see Vic and his mom trying really hard to get through to his grandmother....his mom was still shaking...physically still shaking. The Evil Bringer of Doom was walking around with his cell-phone and not really paying that much attention to anyone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, what Victor sees as the Hand of God coming down on the EB's head ...I saw as someone trying to cover his own ass. What kind of an idiot would he look like if he didn't let one of his employees go? What if something really happened (God Forbid and knock on wood) and she hadn't been there? Lawsuits and stuff. So, I watched as he put his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder and told her (in that slimy way he has) that if she feels that way, she should really go and then looked at Vic behind her and said that Elizabeth shouldn't be driving and suggested Vic take her home. I notice that he didn't say "If there is anyone who feels that they need to be with their relatives, then they should go".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was able to get a hold of my parents after about 15 minutes...they were fine but it was just odd the way some things fell and others didn't. My uncle Tinko's picture (he died way too early in his life, in '77) fell from the top shelf of the credenza but things that were in front of it didn't even move. In my bedroom, a picture of Jean Harlow that was sitting on one of my tvs (yeah, I said it...*one of*) ended up almost on the other side of the room.....but a tower of books I have yet to read didn't move an inch. (shrug) Who knows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Would I have gone, given the chance? Yes, but not for reasons you might be thinking. Lately I've been having some anger issues. As I get closer to work, the anger starts...and lasts til I'm about halfway home. The stupidity of some of my customers....the idiocy of some of my co-workers. Yeah, I've hatched some...plots ..in my head. Newbies who think they own the office and can do whatever they want ...people who insist that every conversation be about them or their puppy or their house..I'm just so tired of it. I wish I worked in a quiet little room. Somewhere that I could just close the door and not hear everything else. Peace and quiet. I think I could do my job a whole lot better if I had just....quiet. Now, life on Exile Island is far enough away that I don't hear most of my teammates (only 1...her voice grating on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard, as always) but I hear lots of other things. Saturdays when everyone who doesn't want to work congregates at the sup's desk right behind me...Sundays when the newbie cream stealer (see previous post) goes on and on about shit he knows nothing about ...&lt;shaking&gt; It's all just too much sometimes...I get tired of always wearing a smile --except to 3 people, 2 of which have been mentioned in this post already, who don't deserve smiles...they get the ...(duh duh dummmm...) evil eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I'm just tired, my babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Talk to you soon....&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJFpZRR6gnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4bHyoVk4hCg/s1600-h/ihateeverything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076525210042994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJFpZRR6gnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4bHyoVk4hCg/s320/ihateeverything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4369572071499599998?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4369572071499599998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4369572071499599998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4369572071499599998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4369572071499599998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/rockin-rollinand-rants.html' title='Rockin, Rollin...and Rants....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UodJckpci60/SJFpZRR6gnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4bHyoVk4hCg/s72-c/ihateeverything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-877541483236065951</id><published>2008-07-14T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:28:18.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it have *your* name on it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I don't know about you guys but I don't like anyone touching my stuff.  Yes, I've got some cute things to play with at my desk (okay, maybe not cute...maybe odd....if you consider elves and dragons odd..lol) for *me* to play with, but that doesn't mean I am allowing you to play with them.  The same goes for things like tissue and cream...hell, I would appreciate if you asked me to even borrow pushpins.  I also watch out that other people don't "borrow" things from my friends' desks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So imagine my surprise at seeing some newbie jerkwad at Sam's desk...fiddling with something...then he comes around and rubbing all up and down his legs.  He then said that he used her cream.  I told him that it was someone's property and his response was...."but she said I could use it before".  Before what?  So I go...."So, if she had money on her desk and had loaned you some before....that would make it alright for you to take more?" Yeah, I was chomping at the bit to stomp all over someone. He just pisses me off....wrong information and anyone who takes over the tv where I sit...uhmm...no.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you sometimes just feel ....like you have to yell at someone? That you really want to just *punch* somebody? That you  want to start a fight but you aren't sure why? Yeah, that's how I felt....I did it the week before to some Asian guy who wanted to park behind me in front of our house.  I told him that it wasn't his place to park and pointed to the other side of the street, which was where he was visiting.  He kept telling me he was only going to be there for an hour (he was there for at least 2 or 3....I checked)  It's where my Dad parks and they are always takin his place....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boundaries, people....check your boundaries!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-877541483236065951?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/877541483236065951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=877541483236065951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/877541483236065951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/877541483236065951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-it-have-your-name-on-it.html' title='Does it have *your* name on it?!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1998167217620607072</id><published>2008-07-13T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:17:43.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Babies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A really quick "Congrats" to Brad and Angelina on the birth of their twins (for real this time!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boy named Knox Leon and a girl named Vivienne Marcheline at 8pm Saturday night. Both twins came in at approx 5 lbs each! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the wait is over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1998167217620607072?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1998167217620607072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1998167217620607072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1998167217620607072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1998167217620607072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/raining-babies.html' title='Raining Babies....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4313695052311946398</id><published>2008-07-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:02:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First...entertainment news....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As mentioned in our last blog, Matthew (shirt? we don't need no stinkin shirts!) McConaughey and his girlfriend had a baby boy that they ended up naming Levi Alves --they say the Levi comes from the Bible, where Levi and Matthew are interchangeable, the same person. I say it's cuz he was looking at pictures of himself and noticed his jeans! And now they have sold the poor baby's soul for $3 million. That doesn't just include newborn pics, but also his first Christmas and first dibs should M &amp;amp; C get married--yeah, like *that's* gonna happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile, Brad &amp;amp; Angie's baby pic auction is up to $16 million....however, it does come with the caveat that whichever magazine wins cannot use the "Brangelina" nickname anymore...hmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, at least you know B&amp;amp;A will probably donate all of the money to charity. Which is more than you can say for Britney's sis...$1 million for her pics in OK! mag..yeah, Casey's gonna have a fine old time at the local Walmart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, congrats to Olivia Newton-John, our favorite Greaser, on her marriage this weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for me, I just got the new Nintendo DS Weight Loss Coach game...game? hmm...and it comes with its own pedometer....it's fun..yeah, I know I've got my Wii Fit but still....do you know how many diet books I have? Yeah, shut up....roflmao! But here's my horoscope for today, so you tell me if I'm doing right....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/gemini"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/gemini"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini (5/21-6/21)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a good day to focus on your health -- the clothes in your closet have not been shrinking, despite what you would like to think. Start keeping track of what you eat each day and how much exercise you get. You'll quickly see that there are painless changes you can make that will help you look better and feel better. Try nonfat milk in your coffee. Take the stairs instead of the elevator. Park at the far end of the parking lot. Treat your body like it's the only one you have -- because it is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! Are they spying on me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to ya later my babies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4313695052311946398?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4313695052311946398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4313695052311946398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4313695052311946398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4313695052311946398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/first.html' title=''/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3064507771607516599</id><published>2008-07-08T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:20:15.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining babies again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Congrats to Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban on the birth of their baby girl, Sunday Rose...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also a new Hurray to Matthew McConaughey and his lovely girlfriend Camila Alves on the birth of their baby boy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a big...Wow...again?! To other expecting couples--Naomi Watts and Liev Schreiber (whose first child is less than a year old), singer Charlotte Church and her boyfriend (again, first child is less than a year old)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're still waiting for the Brangelina babies and Lisa Marie's huge bundle or bundles of joy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me? Yeah, I'm having a virtual baby on Second Life (thanks, Sam!) all of the fun and none of the messiness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3064507771607516599?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3064507771607516599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3064507771607516599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3064507771607516599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3064507771607516599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-raining-babies-again.html' title='It&apos;s raining babies again....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4757207454676632971</id><published>2008-07-07T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:14:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiners and whatnot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I know...I haven't blogged in a while. Yeah, I know...what's the point of having a blog if I'm not going to blog? I apologize profusely and promise to do better, my babies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The purpose of today's blog is a situation that happened yesterday that ...at least to me...was the height of whining.  It's what whiners aspire to.  Now, I shall not provide the name of said whiner in order to protect her and her stupidity...let's just call her M***i, shall we? Now, she isn't on my team at work but sits close enough to Exile Island that I do have to hear her every freakin day .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, just to make sure that you know some background--Our job, like most jobs does give everyone vacation time and you pick your vacation just before the end of the year --for the next year.  You are then given a paper which tells you what days you have (because not everyone gets their first pick, of course)  Also, when you look at your schedule...which you can see a week at a time...you can see if you have vacation days.  When it says "vacation", you should not be at work!  So, I had checked the day's schedule to see what boneheads I would be working with and noticed she was off.  So, when I saw her come in, it was a *bit* of a surprise.  Before she could start working, our lovely Jeannette let her know that she was on vacation and should just go home.  Well, she didn't feel that she had to.  She felt that since she had gotten up,dressed and driven over, that she should work anyway!  J-girl told her again....to go home. She didn't.  She logged on and waited to take calls, stating that when a "real" supervisor came in, they would let her stay and reschedule her vacation day (the job doesn't do that ...at least not anymore...and many people the last few weeks *have* been sent home because...again...they didn't look at their schedules. ) So, the supervisor just happened to call Big (well, not so big anymore! lol) J to say they weren't coming in...so, J asked about the M***i situation and the sup told J to send M home.  Simple enough, right?! NO....M***i wouldn't make it be simple...she was carrying on like she had been fired or something.  Like she was some exception to the rule...screaming that she was going to tell the Evil Bloodsucker and how this just wasn't right and how was she supposed to remember these things when we schedule the days so far in advance.  Look, **it was on your freakin schedule, you insepid little twit**  And she had the nerve to blame J for the situation.  Me? If I had been stupid enough to come in...woulda thought..."hell, yeah! I've got a day to just goof off...yeah, I'm goin home!!"  but that's just me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just hate people who think the world owes them.  Like the other whiner on our team --remember the one who didn't care if she made anyone else late coming back from lunch as long as it was on her terms? Yeah, that one.  The one whose voice grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard? Yeah, that one.  The one that just can't keep her freakin mouth shut for five minutes? Yeah, that same one.  The one who thinks everyone else should die and has said that cops should die? Yeah, that one!  The one who uses her family as excuses as to why she can't come in to work on time and it mostly happens on Mondays? Yeah, *that one*.  Maybe it's just Karma that the same person who says some people should die keeps losing members of her family? Maybe that's a thought she would want to keep in that "wanna-be" blonde head of hers.  Maybe she shouldn't talk about stuff she has no knowledge of.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I have vented for today and so I'm going to leave you with those lovely thoughts..also...Victor and Denise and Jerrie...hope you guys are having a wonderful vacation. Well, not all together, anyway!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Chocolate Day!! Have a huge fudgicle on me! Woo Hoo, my babies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4757207454676632971?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4757207454676632971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4757207454676632971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4757207454676632971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4757207454676632971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/whiners-and-whatnot.html' title='Whiners and whatnot'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4657561135882113360</id><published>2008-06-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:44:33.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening? NOT The Happening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, getting together with work friends is lots of fun --although with more alcohol, it gets *more*fun! What wasn't fun? Watching "The Happening". Now, I am no fan of scary movies. I can't watch "The Exorcist" and I had to watch "Saw" in the morning with the lights on. Not to mention that the only M. Night Shamalama-ramadama ding dong  movie I saw was "The 6th Sense".  So, when Sam said that we had to see "The Happening", I went right to one of the movie spoiler website and read the story so that I wouldn't be as scared, or at least know when to leave so I wouldn't get scared.   I won't go into the plot other than to say....something happens and people freak out and then think it's all over...and it isn't really. Oh, and I think it's supposed to be some message about if we don't start being nice to trees, that they will turn around and kill us.  Anyway, I keep watching what I think are going to be the Razzie (opposite of the Oscar, if you et my meaning) winners for Worst Actor-- Mark Wahlberg, Worst Actress -- Zooey Deschanel and Worst Supporting Actor--John Leguizamo in the winner of Worst Movie...ever! I kept waiting for the scary parts but they just never got there....there were funny parts....and stupid parts....but nothing at all scary.  Okay, there were 2 scary parts...one when I realized that the people behind us had brought at least one and probably two kids under age 3 to a rated R movie ....and then when I saw how much a small stale popcorn and a large "get it yourself" drink costs...10 bucks! wth??? So, you'll probably read a better review of the movie on Italo's blog...and maybe even a better round up of the night's events on Sam's blog....*if* she's updated it since the 14th of May. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, I have to hide before she finds me....heeeeeelllllppppp!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4657561135882113360?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4657561135882113360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4657561135882113360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4657561135882113360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4657561135882113360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-happening-not-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening? NOT The Happening!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-16732665205087540</id><published>2008-06-22T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:32:26.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another OMG...RIP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comedian George Carlin, 71, died today of heart failure.  I remember when I first "discovered" his rants on humanity and stupidity. I was so intrigued by him and wondered why no one else ever talked about him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In honor of the great man, I think we should all say the 7 words you can't say on television...  C'mon....for George!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know the 7, don't you, that you can't say on television?"Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, CockSucker, MotherFucker, and Tits"Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that'll infect your soul,curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war."Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, CockSucker, MotherFucker, and Tits"Wow! ...and Tits doesn't even belong on the list. That is such a friendlysounding word. It sounds like a nickname, right? "Hey, Tits, come here,man. Hey Tits, meet Toots. Toots, Tits. Tits, Toots." It sounds like asnack, doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is a snack. I don't mean your sexistsnack. I mean New Nabisco Tits!, and new Cheese Tits, Corn Tits,Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits, Onion Tits, Tater Tits. "Betcha Can't Eat JustOne." That's true. I usually switch off. But I mean, that word doesnot belong on the list. Actually none of the words belong on the list,but you can understand why some of them are there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny...now, with cable, you hear all of those words on television...and there are even 2 of them that you would hear on regular broadcast channels. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-16732665205087540?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/16732665205087540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=16732665205087540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/16732665205087540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/16732665205087540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-omgrip.html' title='Another OMG...RIP...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-9075663354067970128</id><published>2008-06-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:18:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping out all over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tori Spelling and her husband...welcomed their second child, a girl named Stella Doreen McDermont yesterday...just in time for the premier of their new reality show...talk about publicity!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, who's next? Gwen Stefani? Angelina? Lisa Marie? Matthew M's gf? Hmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-9075663354067970128?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9075663354067970128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=9075663354067970128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/9075663354067970128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/9075663354067970128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/popping-out-all-over.html' title='Popping out all over!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2211712479523977735</id><published>2008-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:11:19.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to Jessica Alba and Cash Warren on the birth of their daughter this weekend. No name announcement has been made and from what we hear, no big money offers for pix....awwww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;edit-6 11am--The new baby's name is Honor Marie Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2211712479523977735?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2211712479523977735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2211712479523977735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2211712479523977735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2211712479523977735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/quickie.html' title='A Quickie!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4217737638038959412</id><published>2008-06-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:00:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Exile Island and other rants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I haven't written in a while and so you might be thinking that my life must be just like I want it to be, right? Uhmmm....no. I just haven't been able to organize my thoughts enough to write--hey! no comments from the peanut gallery about how my thoughts are usually unorganized! &lt;lol&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, there are a few lessons that I've learned from living on Exile Island....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The higher your numbers, the more you can get away with. Afterall, why would they want to punish those that are giving them the numbers they want, no matter how they are gotten?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The higher your numbers, the more help you get to keep them there. It would make more sense to help those that are at lower numbers in any way you can to get everyone up there, but hey, what do I know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. While some of our "helpers" run their tails off trying to help, there are those who just prefer to sit on their ass watching Nascar shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. That there are a few team members (whose voices grate on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard) that I'm better off being away from--even though one of those girls had the nerve to look at me and say "I didn't even realize you were still on our team"....stupid bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. That I enjoy my books more than I enjoy talking to most people (Okay, well that might not be new! lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;6. That working there can wear down even the sweetest, hardworking people....miss you K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not that it is quiet enough to read as much in Exile....in most ways it is louder since it's in the middle of the room and sitting next to people who don't realize that if I have a book and I'm looking at it, I really don't want to talk or listen to your whining. I'm not kidding--I had a book... reading pages...and the guy in front of me just kept talking to me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was more like Sam, careful to keep my feelings hidden and smile and laugh with people to their faces but I can't. I wear my feelings on my sleeve, always have. Maybe I just don't care enough anymore to hide it &lt;shrug&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note...holy cow, I'm 40! Ack...when the heck did that happen? I can't be 40! I keep remembering the scene in "When Harry met Sally..." when she's crying on the bed....lamenting the fact that 40 is "out there" just waiting for her...the good news is that since you are only as young as you feel, I'm spending most of my time thinking I'm in my 20s! &lt;roflmao&gt;But then again, the 6 pills I take in the morning and 4 at noon and then another 7 at night remind me of how I've just let my health go. So, I've started my pilltaking back up....gonna start on the monitoring again and I've got myself a brand new excersize ....machine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemme tell ya about my new toy! It's the Wii Fit game! OMG this is so much fun! Yeah, it gets you to move....but in a fun way....there's hula hooping...skiing...tightrope walking...group dancing...just so much stuff and I've only played it twice. There's strength training, yoga, balancing and aerobics...you run in place but actually around a track following puppies and Nintendo characters. I would say that everyone should get this, but you're lucky if you can find it....Y'all know that I've got connections so I got it for my birthday along with some other Nintendo ds games, a cool little keyboard that has a backlight on it (blue, of course, although you can change it to red or purple if you like) and giftcards to places like Barnes and Noble and the AMC theater...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I've kind of brought you all up to date--it isn't as exciting as hearing about Italo's trip...why aren't you over there reading about it?! Wait til you see the pictures with the little llama! Maybe we'll do some entertainment news tomorrow....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've missed talking to you all....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4217737638038959412?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4217737638038959412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4217737638038959412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4217737638038959412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4217737638038959412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-on-exile-island-and-other-rants.html' title='Life on Exile Island and other rants...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8714460048778075192</id><published>2008-05-16T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:03:09.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U-Haul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it isn't bad enough that I had to move in Second Life....I now have to move at work. You know the place..run by the Evil Empire and the Bloodsucker himself. It isn't the moving that I can't deal with...I don't really care which of my team members I sit by because if I can deal with the fuckup that sits across from me now, I can deal with anyone. The problem I have is that I am now going to be sitting right in front of FatPat's desk...so that all I will hear all day is her angry voice and that huffing and puffing she does all day when she tries to move around. Not that she does any of that since she won't get off of her fat ass to do anything to help anyone. Nevermind that she's made comments that I find offensive...but then again...I'm sure she'll screw up and I'll have a reason to go to HR again. Do I sound....bitter? To quote the person that moved me..."I don't give a shit". The whole office is going to hell in a handbasket anyway and our team is apparently driving the truck. The only thing we are ever told is how much we suck. We are the bottom of the bottom...the lowest of the low. And apparently we are doing this on purpose. Yes, it is what we strive for....to see how very low we can go. I know that I'm doing the best I can...I still refuse to say *those words*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, and if the intention was to surround me with sheep in hopes that I will turn into a sheep? Ain't gonna happen...in fact, it just makes me dig my heels in deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really prefer that no one respond to this...like everything else, it is my rant, my feelings. Whether you want to agree or fight about it or try to defend your or someone else's actions...I really don't want to read it. You want to do that, put it on your own blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is what it is....and it is fucked up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8714460048778075192?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8714460048778075192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8714460048778075192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8714460048778075192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8714460048778075192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-haul.html' title='U-Haul?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5439662998548564602</id><published>2008-05-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:22:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up..or is that ketchup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's make a quick run of the entertainment headlines....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the wonderful--and about time--news allowing gay marriage in California, Ellen and Portia are going to make it legal. Yeah, I've got to admit to an Ellen crush...ever since I saw her in "If these Walls Could Talk 2"--What a  body and what an actress she can be! Rosey and her partner were married in San Fransisco  last time it was "legalized" and so their marriage became invalid. Think they'll try it again? And Melissa Ethridge (another one of my girl crushes) and Tammy Michaels had a civil ceremony so wonder if they will try it legally--not that it matters...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelina has confirmed the news that she's having twins (no thanks to Jack Black who outted her on NBC) They are do somewhere between a couple of weeks from now and August, depending on who you read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ironically, just as news of gay marriage came out, Jodi Foster has broken with her partner of 14 years, Sydney.  Not that they were "officially" a couple....just a well-known Hollywood secret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa did get kicked off of "Dancing" but was so thrilled, I don't think she realizes it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syesha was eliminated from "American Idol"...so I don't really care who wins this season, just like last season....David vs David...eh, whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...I guess that's it so far...I'm sure I'll have enough material for some rants later today ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5439662998548564602?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5439662998548564602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5439662998548564602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5439662998548564602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5439662998548564602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-upor-is-that-ketchup.html' title='Catch up..or is that ketchup?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-173429715427126198</id><published>2008-05-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:26:32.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's got to be over soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sooooo....last night's "Dancing with the &lt;non&gt;Stars" is the beginning of the semi finals so it was mostly gushing by the judges...unless they were making Marissa cry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason--Foxtrot and Paso Doble--Carrie Anne thought he had a lot more charisma on his first dance and then Len thought that he was like the "price of gas...going up"--9-10-9 and 9-9-9 for a total of 55/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa-Quickstep and Rhumba--She had another dress that caught her in all the wrong places. There was no amount of Spanx that could hold of her in...it was just...tacky. On her second dance, Carrie Anne was "just not excited" --hence, the almost tears of Marissa.  9-8-8 and 8-9-9 for a total of 52.60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian--Viennese Waltz and Samba--The Samba was the dance that hurt his arm, so he was at a huge disadvantage there but he still pulled if off.  Len thought his Samba was "hotter than a chili pepper".  9-9-9 and 10-9-10 for a total of 56/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi--Tango and Jive-First of all, tell me why the Jive is considered part of the Latin Round and not the Tango...please tell me that.  Bruno thought that her second dance was a "cherry on the icing of the cake"-10-9-10 and 9-9-10 for a total of 57/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Kristi regained her first place standings by one point over Cristian (who still has the best chest ever!) So who do I think is going? Even though I would consider her the most improved, I'm thinking that it's Marissa's time to go.  I just don't think she's any better than any of the remaining contestants--alllllthough....Marie Osmond wasn't as good as her competitors in the top 3 either...but she got there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work...work is full of OMFG moments every day.  I'll have to go on a giant rant soon and let you all know but it's full of...."You forgot to dot this little  i   right here, so now sign this paper saying that we told you to do this"....one little code..that doesn't change anything the customer has, just the amount of money that the technician is picking up...even though you have dotted that same i on the account in 2 other places..because you miss ...one....single....fucking....tiny...thing.  Yeah, full of OMFG , are you kidding me? moments...alll day looooooong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-173429715427126198?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/173429715427126198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=173429715427126198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/173429715427126198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/173429715427126198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-got-to-be-over-soon.html' title='It&apos;s got to be over soon!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3115036285481852283</id><published>2008-05-06T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:50:05.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay to the fans of "Dancing with the (non)Stars" for finally getting rid of Mario...wooo hoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3115036285481852283?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3115036285481852283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3115036285481852283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3115036285481852283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3115036285481852283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/quickie.html' title='Quickie...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8747548880332847636</id><published>2008-05-06T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:48:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's still "Dancing"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First some good news...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds (he would be about number 23 on Italo's top 20 sexiest men...missed it by a hair!) on their engagement. Let's hope this one goes through, unlike his engagement to Alannis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis Rodman has finally checked himself into rehab....after his arrest for domestic violence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My apologies to Mariah for suggesting that she got married without a pre-nup. How rude of me to think she didn't have a brain &lt;not&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now onto the Dancing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBZp6iKHrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rbd_lTUFLsA/s1600-h/kristi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197252546607586994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBZp6iKHrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rbd_lTUFLsA/s320/kristi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was 1 lift per dance allowed and while everyone wanted to take advantage of it, I think Kristi's partner Mark was wise in not adding more than 1 last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi-Quick Step and Samba--Len thought the quick step was "fabulous" and Bruno felt she had a "superticket for the finals" but on the samba, Carrie Anne just didn't care for it...whatever, CA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-10-10 and 8-9-9 for a total of 55/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario-Viennese Waltz and Jive-(no, there is no picture because I don't like him enough to look for one!) Bruno called him "Prince Mario" and Carrie Anne said he was "nice and stiff, just the way I like it "...uhmmm...yeah...but on his jive, Len said that there was a "roughness" and no technique in his footwork--9-9-9 and 9-8-9 for a total of 53/60 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBa96iKHsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q_g5nZcU_DA/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197253989716598466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBa96iKHsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q_g5nZcU_DA/s320/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa--Foxtrot and Rhumba-Whoever did the tailoring on her first dress should be shot! It was just awful. An awful grey color and it bunched at the wrong areas of her body, mainly right under her tummy and right under her ass, making her look huge! On her second dance, she did a bunch of sit turns (peppermill?) right after Kristi had done the same thing...not good. You don't serve hamburgers after steak. 9-8-8 and 8-9-9 for a total of 50/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBbmKiKHtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hBlwpI1LFLY/s1600-h/jason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197254681206333138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBbmKiKHtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hBlwpI1LFLY/s320/jason2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason-Tango and Samba-Carrie Anne felt that the tango was "intriguingly great" but Len felt the samba was "uncomfortable". Jason fell from first place last week to 4th out of 5 this week. Poor baby...10-9-10 and 8-7-8 for a total of 52/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBcBqiKHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rnOfatcIjM/s1600-h/cristian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian--Tango and Mambo-Awww...My poor Cristian...he danced with just his one good arm...AND BLEW THE COMPETITION AWAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno called him the "man with a golden arm" and said his mambo had "more energy than a volcano in the Andes". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBcBqiKHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rnOfatcIjM/s1600-h/cristian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took the number one spot! He even did a one armed lift! And his chest! OMG...not too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBcBqiKHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rnOfatcIjM/s1600-h/cristian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255153652735714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBcBqiKHuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9rnOfatcIjM/s320/cristian2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much hair, but not shaved bare...which I think is just gross! Could it have been pity that got him the highest scores? Who the hell cares?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-9-9 and 10-9-10 for a total of 57/60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was hoping it would be Mario going home tonight but I think it's going to be Marissa's swan song. Tonight is the 100th show, so there's going to be a lot of special guests and such...y'all should watch! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG..it's 6 30 and I'm not even dressed....Okay..gotta go, my babies...have a wonderful day! Get together with some friends! That's what my horoscope says, how about yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8747548880332847636?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8747548880332847636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8747548880332847636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8747548880332847636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8747548880332847636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-still-dancing.html' title='Who&apos;s still &quot;Dancing&quot;?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SCBZp6iKHrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rbd_lTUFLsA/s72-c/kristi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7077331073327267906</id><published>2008-05-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:17:39.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment Buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what's new on the Entertainment Front, my babies... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp1GqiKHjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_ebtN7Cgm-U/s1600-h/mariah_carey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195593877482511922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp1GqiKHjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_ebtN7Cgm-U/s200/mariah_carey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey just married Nick Cannon (who?!) in the Bahamas...without a pre-nup. Why would you do something stupid like that after he gave you the same exact engagement ring that he gave the last fiance? Uhmm...hello? Anybody home? WFT where you thinkin', Mariah? Didn't Tommy Matola teach you anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp3BaiKHmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8bOK3QCR8Ks/s1600-h/shannone.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195595986311454306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp3BaiKHmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8bOK3QCR8Ks/s400/shannone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday saw the elimination of Shannon Elizabeth on "Dancing with the Stars"...she is now saying that it wasn't the fans decision...rumor has it that the costumers/hairdressers/make-up felt that she was being such a diva that they are now breathing a sigh of relief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp3kKiKHoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oEo5OghE9uA/s1600-h/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195596583311908482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp3kKiKHoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oEo5OghE9uA/s200/brooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday night saw the elimination of Brooke White from "American Idol". It's gonna end up being all guys in the top 3. I'm thinking Syesha is gonna be the one to go next week, no matter how weak Jason Castro's singing has been. I'm not sure if the band is too loud or he just doesn't know how to project. Now, I'm not gonna go on about how bad Paula Abdul was on Tuesday night because you've seen the coverage all of the place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a new sex scandal out there and , of course, controversy surrounding it. The question is--if it is a member of a celebrity family, does that mean that you can share the news with the world, no matter the age of the celebspawn? The case surrounds Billy Bob Thorton's son, who is 14 years old. Seems the young man was "dating" a ...22 year old...married woman. OMG! What is up with that? Now, no one has a current picture of the teen but 14...what is going on in that woman's mind? Why didn't Billy Bob have an eye out on who his kid was seeing? So, the kid is being treated as a sexual victim (I'm not saying he isn't, just stating facts) and the controversy is the fact that TMZ.com released the story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp-QKiKHpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SukaTgjmhvQ/s1600-h/gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195603936295919250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp-QKiKHpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SukaTgjmhvQ/s320/gary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that I might have mentioned Gary Dourdan from one of my favorite series--"CSI" (the original...because the others just don't exist for me) has "decided" not to re up when it comes to his contract. Well, the star was just picked up the other day on charges of possession...heroine, cocaine,extasy, and prescription drugs after being found asleep in his car. Word has it that it wasn't that *he* decided to leave the show....more like he was invited to leave. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh! And have you heard about the newest sex tape that will be available next Tuesday--Jimi Hendrix!  The tape is about 40 minutes long and contains the singer with 2 groupies.  Throughout the entire ....episode... Jimi never even takes off his headband! (So I've heard....not that I've watched little snippets that were released this week)  Now, groupies that have been with him have confirmed it and Vivid Entertainment (the entitiy behind the Pam &amp;amp; Tommy video) is going to release it but there have been a couple of people who doubt it's authenticy. "What? A huge talen that had problems with drugs? Why would he get it filmed?" Uhmm....yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it's Thursday...still one of the best nights of television...Survivor, CSI, Grey's Anatomy and ....(drumroll please) Lost! I can't wait til Victor catches up so we can talk about it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7077331073327267906?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7077331073327267906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7077331073327267906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7077331073327267906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7077331073327267906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/entertainment-buzz.html' title='Entertainment Buzz'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SBp1GqiKHjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_ebtN7Cgm-U/s72-c/mariah_carey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4797973100865582159</id><published>2008-04-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:08:47.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Entertainment...Cuz you can never get enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I mentioned a couple of months ago, Gary Coleman has married some normal , non celebrity person. Well, boys and girls...surprise!! They are getting divorced...in fact, they are going on the show "Divorce Court" on May 1st &amp;amp; 2nd to air their "marriage" woes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to "Baby Mama" star Amy Poehler &amp;amp; hubby Will Arnett who are expecting their first child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what's up with this Miley Cyrus controversy? Her parents were there and okayed everything. The photographer is Annie Leibovitz ....me thinks that Miley be crying foul in error. After seeing those pics on her MySpace page....?? Uhm..no, I'm going with Annie's take on the pix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's now Tuesday morning, and time to catch up with our favorite Dancers who did 2 turns on the dance floor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa--did the Tango and the Rhumba. Len called her Tango her best dance but then her rhumba didn't have enough hip action (and goodness knows she's got plenty of hips!) At least her costumes are getting better! Scores--9-9-9 and 9-8-8 for a total of 52/60 points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian--Did the Viennese Waltz and Samba--My poor Cristian!! While Bruno called him "South America's Clark Gable" for his waltz, Len said it lacked content. But during the Samba, my baby pulled a muscle in his arm and couldn't finish. You could see the pain in his eyes, not just from the arm, but the knowledge that he couldn't finish. You could also see the touch of anger from Cheryl....grrrrrr. So, the judges could only give him a score based on what they saw, putting him and Cheryl at the bottom--8-8-9 and 7-7-7 for a total of 46/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi--Viennese Waltz and Cha Cha Cha--Tonight was the night she was knocked out of the top spot, but I think it wasn't such a bad thing. Too much pressure is not good. I thought her Waltz was beautiful but the judges had a problem with her turns. During the cha cha, Len said he didn't like all of that " boogaloo hip hop" stuff. In the end, she's now number 2--9-8-9 and 10-8-10 for a total of 54/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario--Fox Trot and Mambo--You all know that he is not my favorite contestant. Len said that Mario was "not the most elegant of dancers" during his fox trot and Carrie Anne gets the "most innappropriate" remark award for telling him that she wants him to be stiffer. For his mambo, Bruno said he had the devil in his hips and Len said it was "wild, wacky, wonderful"--8-8-8 and 9-9-9 for a total of 51/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon--Tango and Mambo--After her whining/crying jag last week, I think the judges were way too lenient with her. While I felt her tango was robotic and held no emotion, Carrie Anne felt it was her "best dance yet" and when it came to the mambo, she stood on the deck right in front of the judges table wiggling her (it turns out fake) tush. Len said that while she had "bionic bum", it was gawky. Yeah, pretty much sums it up. 9-9-9 and 8-8-8 for 51/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason--Quickstep and Paso Doble--At the end of his quickstep, Jason flipped all of the judges papers up and into the air! I bet it felt gooooood! Bruno proclaimed it "best dance of the night" and I thought it was cute, but I could see some miss-steps. When it came to the Paso Doble, they used the Monday Night Football music and dressed the Miami Dolphins colors (Points to the Angel for knowing that). But he lost points because Edyta didn't keep her feet on the floor, constituting a Lift and you know how Carrie Anne feels about those! 10-9-10 and 9-8-9 for a total of 55/60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hoping that this is the last week we have to deal with Mario ...please keep my Cristian in for at least another week?! We only have 3 more weeks of this left, boys and girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Rant for the day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like rules. I like black and white. It's right or it's wrong. They don't change just because the big boss isn't around or because you saw someone else do it. I'm sure that there are a lot of people who use the "but someone else was doing it" rule when pulled over for going too fast or going through a red light but that doesn't make it right. And pouting after you get caught just gets you made fun of. Can you imagine any other job where, if you tell them that you have homework to do for school, would let you do it while you are working? Why should a call center be any different? And, boys and girls, you know that it's one of the "kids" that I'm talking about. The same girl who came back from her lunch whining that she is "mad at the mall" ( like Oh My God Becky can you totally believe she said that?)...the same one that doesn't take her first call til she's been there at least 15 minutes. It's going to be interesting to see who it is who lied...the girl? or her manager, FP (I'll explain later) who the girl says allowed her to bring her laptop in and plug it in using an extension cord that went not just to her station but over the wall to her neighbor's??? So...she's stealing not only electricity but also our wifi signal. Rules are for everyone....and just because no one sees you do something wrong, doesn't mean it's not wrong. Does that mean that your Angel is perfect and obeys all rules? No. Need we go into the 1-10 question ??(lol) No....I'm not saying I'm perfect...I'm just saying, if you *are* going to do something wrong--1. Don't get caught and 2. Don't blame it on someone else with more believeability than yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good day, my babies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4797973100865582159?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4797973100865582159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4797973100865582159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4797973100865582159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4797973100865582159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-entertainmentcuz-you-can-never-get.html' title='More Entertainment...Cuz you can never get enough!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2515030569864174238</id><published>2008-04-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:13:02.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment Tidbits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's official-Wesley Snipes has been sentenced to 3 years in prison for tax evasion. Can you believe that? A celebrity actually found guilty? Wonder if he can get the "Demolition Man" to break him out? (Yeah, it's one of my guilty pleasure movies...you should see it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also...Star Jones has filed from divorce from her hubby, big gay Al and it could get ugly. He states that he's taking the high road but there's also rumors of a tell-all book.  I'm thinking that Star has a pretty ironclad prenup that would prevent him from talking about anything that happened during the marriage. However, in her defense, she did state that she made the mistake of inviting the public into her marriage from the beginning so she is going to accept what's going to happen at the end of it.  She's also been seen with basketball player, Dwayne Wade, while BG Al has been seen on the arm of a cute ..uhmm...female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On DwtS, as I predicted, Marlee is gooooonnne.  She's predicting that Jason is going to win, but I'm still putting my odds on Kristi...who, this last week revealed that she was born with club feet, just like your favorite Angel here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still in mourning about the cutting of my favorite American Idol,  Carly Smithson. What wasn't to like? Tattoos, wonderful accent  and a voice to blow you away! I still can't believe that they didn't get rid of Jason Castro and his awful version of "Memories"...OMG..it was soooo awful.  Even *he* thought he was gone. I'm still hoping that they get rid of little David Archuletta cuz he just freaks me out...however...I must admit that I've downloaded his version of "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera...could I be softening to the mini-Idol...uhmmm ...NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight is a huge night for tv with  "Grey's Anatomy" and "Lost" both returning! OMG I can hardly wait....2 hours! Wow...and here's hoping that Italo catches "Lost" tonight so we can spend tomorrow morning talking about it! Woo Hoo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me? Another 2 days off where I had so much planned and it all went to shit.  I've gotten some wonderful plants for my garden and haven't gotten around to planting them yet...we bought a cute little red wagon and I bought Bob Harper's (Biggest Loser trainer) new book so I'm all psyched up again....yeah, like that'll last! roflmao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2515030569864174238?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2515030569864174238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2515030569864174238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2515030569864174238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2515030569864174238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/entertainment-tidbits.html' title='Entertainment Tidbits...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-454664066334892735</id><published>2008-04-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:17:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the (non) Stars....isn't it over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is week 10,000 on our favorite dancing/celebrity embarrassment show and tonight someone else is going to be eliminated ....so let's see how it went down last night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3gzqiKHZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L8yWG7xZdIY/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053123623558546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3gzqiKHZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L8yWG7xZdIY/s400/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason-Cha Cha Cha-Bruno stated that he would like to see Jason "more exposed". So would I because his pants just don't seem to fit right up top. 8-8-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3hZqiKHeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lAZReWjHBOc/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053776458587618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3hZqiKHeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lAZReWjHBOc/s400/shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon-Rhumba-The judges stated that the couple had "great chemistry" and why not? They were spotted in a deep lip lock on the beach the other day. Are we seeing another DwtS romance? Hmm.... 8-8-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3gz6iKHbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pAyOJwiI_D0/s1600-h/marlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053127918525874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3gz6iKHbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pAyOJwiI_D0/s400/marlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee-Mambo-She didn't impress the judges at all and they felt she was "forcing it and struggling". Len stated that it "looked uncomfortable". When she is touching her partner, he keeps her in the beat but as soon as they have to part, she kind of stiffens up and her eyes go kind of wild like she doesn't know what's going on. I'm thinking this was her last dance. 7-7-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3iiKiKHfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EHlMM1Vztyw/s1600-h/cristian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192055021999103474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3iiKiKHfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EHlMM1Vztyw/s400/cristian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian-Foxtrot-Len felt that my latin lovebug was at his dancing best and that if Cristian ended up in the bottom 2 again, that he (Len) would bare his buttocks in a supermarket. Yeah, I didn't get that either. 9-9-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3g0aiKHcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/P0ZF3OHleds/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053136508460482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3g0aiKHcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/P0ZF3OHleds/s400/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa-Vienese Waltz-Bruno felt that she was "light and frothy" and Carrie Anne stated that she was, in fact, "on the Winouker wave". I was happy that they finally put her in a beautiful dress. She was extremely happy with her scores (Marissa is always "extremely" something) 9-8-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3jvqiKHgI/AAAAAAAAAII/4nqQXptPvTo/s1600-h/kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192056353438965250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3jvqiKHgI/AAAAAAAAAII/4nqQXptPvTo/s400/kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi-Jive-While I keep waiting for her to do a less than perfect job, she has never failed to impress and this was no different. Carrie Anne and Bruno felt that this was their favorite dance of the season and Len stated that it was a "smorgasborg of dance" giving them the first perfect dance of the season--10-10-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3g0aiKHdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IZ07OAxXkH8/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053136508460498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3g0aiKHdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IZ07OAxXkH8/s400/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario-Rhumba-He was his same arrogant self and even got caught in at least 1 lift.9-9-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I mentioned, I think Marlee's gonna be under the red light and going home tonight.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy blogging, my babies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-454664066334892735?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/454664066334892735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=454664066334892735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/454664066334892735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/454664066334892735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-with-non-starsisnt-it-over-yet.html' title='Dancing with the (non) Stars....isn&apos;t it over yet?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SA3gzqiKHZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L8yWG7xZdIY/s72-c/jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4820851627881708335</id><published>2008-04-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:18:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you may be reading this and thinking that I'm talking about a baby or dog. But *NO*. I'm talking about anyone who uses a public restroom ....including the one at the workplace. Now, I know that there is a cleaning person who comes in and cleans up after everyone but come on! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wash your hands! You would think this is a given...however...how shocked was I to find out that one of the girls that I trade books with is a well known "not washer"? Eww...wash...with soap...(and if you're Sam, you're gonna wanna wash again and maybe a third time just to be safe! lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Look behind you. After you flush, make sure you look behind so that you know that there is nothing you left behind (and I am not talking about your purse!!) And don't forget to flush in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If there are more than 2 stalls, do not go to the one right next to the occupied one, keep a little space. I don't like listening to my own bodily functions, why would I want to listen to yours? How many times have I gone into a restroom with like 20 stalls, only to have the next person go right next to me. Go away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. See rule number 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Please don't take your phone into the restroom with you. I don't want to hear you texting or talking on the phone. How people can't tell with the bathroom echo, I'll never know but it's just icky. To have to listen to someone tinkle and talk at the same time ....just....eww...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. See rule number 1 again....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I think I've put in my two cents. So...please think of this post when you go to visit the little girls' room (I've heard stories about the little boys room, but that's for Victor to share!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4820851627881708335?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4820851627881708335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4820851627881708335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4820851627881708335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4820851627881708335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/potty-training-101.html' title='Potty Training 101'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5959739405438944088</id><published>2008-04-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:17:05.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick little entertainment bite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A piece of good news (well, at least in my opinion) about the Marilyn sex tape. Turns out that it was most likely one big hoax. Come to find out that 2 experts have stated that it is probably one of the many Marilyn look alikes and that she would have never done that on tape anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what Perez.com had to say..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that bombshell "revelation" that an old sex tape featuring Marilyn Monroe was snapped up for $1.5 million? Turns out the guy who claims to have brokered the deal might be blowing ... hot air.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://defamer.com/380219/exclusive-debunking-the-marilyn-monroe-sex-tape-hoax" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defamer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;got a trio of Marilyn experts together to debunk the claim, and they poke holes in Keya Morgan, the supposed porn-trepreneur, as well as his story. They say that the woman in the tape could be a proto-Marilyn called Arline Hunter and that MM would never do XXX. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check out the info on the Defamer website...it's some very interesting stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Juno" is out on dvd!!! Did you buy it? Why the hell not?! It's a cute movie, teaches teenagers about responsibility and that coolness is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristy Lee Cook is out of the running on American Idol. Aside from Carrie Underwood, the country singers have never lasted very long. It was a stupid way to show results and one that they do every year--break the kids into 2 groups and then make the last one choose who he thinks he belongs with--now, the final kid usually sits in the middle cuz he is too afraid to make a decision. BLAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would talk about "Big Brother 9" but Sam has basically said no one cares....so I guess no more info on that one!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to you later my little MANGOs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5959739405438944088?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5959739405438944088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5959739405438944088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5959739405438944088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5959739405438944088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-little-entertainment-bite.html' title='A quick little entertainment bite...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6748251626500740588</id><published>2008-04-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:51:56.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were baaaaaad little employees....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even have to write anything about yesterday because it's all in Italo's and Sam's blogs...so read those cuz there is nothing that I can write to top them.  Let's just say that my horoscope was so dead on yesterday that it's scary!!  There was laughter and intrigue....secrets and lies...and many OMG moments yesterday.  And MANGOS...lots and lots of MANGOS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla has finally left the living world and can go back into the fridge before her face melts...let's see who leaves American Idol tonight....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you haven't visited  SecondLife.com...you have to ask yourself...why the heck not?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTYL my babies....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6748251626500740588?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6748251626500740588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6748251626500740588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6748251626500740588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6748251626500740588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-were-baaaaaad-little-employees.html' title='We were baaaaaad little employees....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2494269104328231953</id><published>2008-04-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:03:14.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Is it *that* time already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it's Monday, April 14th....almost tax due time. Is mine in the mail yet...uhmmmm...I plead the 5th!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's also a great night for tv, with "The Big Bang Theory" (woo hoo for nerds! who needs that blonde, anyway?), "Two and a Half Men --with Jake spouting the words "clock block"...yes, you read it right...lol...and Charlie telling Alan that being with a hooker is like going through a toll booth "At the end of the hour , a gate comes down and lops off your penis". Yeah, they had me rolling on the floor!! Oh...and let's not forget...(drumroll please) "Dancing with the (non) Stars... and here's my look at the night....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8T-wcn6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0ZH8no456SM/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189338984599035810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8T-wcn6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0ZH8no456SM/s400/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario-Samba--Len called it his best dance so far and he had the numbers to show it....9-9-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8UOwcn9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3xeiPFx_WqU/s1600-h/priscilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189338988894003154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8UOwcn9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3xeiPFx_WqU/s400/priscilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla--Rhumba-Len &amp;amp; Carrie Anne felt that she "pushed too far" and there was "too much thinking" on her part as well as a lack of spontaneity and her scores showed it...can she bounce back from being in the bottom 2? 7-7-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8T-wcn7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z69Nk5zuelM/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189338984599035826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8T-wcn7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z69Nk5zuelM/s400/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa-Samba-Her costume was finally so much better. She was dressed in all purple, so looking like a bit of a grape, but best costume for her so far. Bruno said she had "more shakes than a cocktail bar"...lol... 8-8-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8Uewcn-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-KMOR_mJkuc/s1600-h/cristian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189338993188970466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8Uewcn-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-KMOR_mJkuc/s400/cristian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian-Rhumba-I think he's still the prettiest boy to look at and I hope this show helps his career in the US. That said, Len felt that it was "not too gruesome to look at" and Carrie Anne felt that it was "not super erotic" 7-8-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8UOwcn8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/y7U29SfSj_w/s1600-h/marlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189338988894003138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8UOwcn8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/y7U29SfSj_w/s400/marlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee-Samba-This dance posed quite a problem with her and it showed. There were a lot of missed moves and her scores showed it. 7-7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAF-wcn_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EeMtOlJmylQ/s1600-h/kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189343142127378418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAF-wcn_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EeMtOlJmylQ/s400/kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi-Rhumba--How cute was it that she was embarrassed by the sexiness of the dance and had to invent an alternate ego? Well,it wasn't as cute as seeing her 2 little girls! Len had 3 words for her "Fab-U-Lous" and Bruno called her "Kristi Yumulous". Again she's at the top of the leaderboard....9-10-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAF-wcoAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YsUSjmuzmQk/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189343142127378434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAF-wcoAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YsUSjmuzmQk/s400/shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon-Samba-Every week my dad asks what she done. Other than "American Pie" and being one of the best celebrity poker players...I'm not really sure. This wasn't her best dance. Len said "it just wasn't really good enough" and you could just see her heart fall. She looked like she was either going to pull a Marissa and start crying..or a Marie and pass out. 8-8-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAGOwcoBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w7WiknlI-sY/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189343146422345746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SARAGOwcoBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w7WiknlI-sY/s400/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason-Rhumba- Yes, he looked like a million feet tall in those long pants but for me...he just doesn't do it (yes, I know, Victor....) While Len felt that Jason was "just a bloke having a dance" which I took to mean *just* a guy dancing, I guess it meant something else because the judges still gave him great scores. 9-9-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll have more tomorrow night after the results show. You know Tuesday is the huge reality tv night. "The Biggest Loser" finale is going to be on. I think we might end up with a female. "Big Brother 9" will see a veto competition and hopefully the nominating of Natalie (on this subject, why do they think that God and/or Jesus cares who wins? Natalie is on "Team Christ" and it just pisses me off that they look through the Bible, trying to twist the words to match what they want to say) "American Idol" is back and all I can say is I hope they get rid of that David Archuletta kid. He just gets on my last nerve. I know he's the front runner now...but please..someone..put that boy in the bottom 3 and get him outta Dodge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy blogging, y'all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2494269104328231953?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2494269104328231953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2494269104328231953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2494269104328231953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2494269104328231953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-is-it-that-time-already.html' title='OMG! Is it *that* time already?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SAQ8T-wcn6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0ZH8no456SM/s72-c/mario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-960578936158811480</id><published>2008-04-14T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:20:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, a quick little entertainment blog because I'm just too ...stressed and depressed and just plain frustated to talk about work....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It appears that Paris Hilton and Marily Monroe had more in common than just the blonde hair (never thought I would use those 2 names in the same sentence) Turns out that our darling Marilyn made a sex tape herself. Apparently it was a tape of MM on her knees before an unknown man-thought by J. Edgar Hoover to be either John or Robert Kennedy but more likely to be a member of the mob-giving him a hummer. His face is never shown but hers, including her well known mole is shown. She never looks at the camera and after about 15 minutes, just stops and moves away as the 16mm film stops. Joe D-MM's ex-tried to buy the tape for 25k back when the copy first surfaced but an unknown person just bought it for 1.5 million. He has stated that he won't sell it...but money is sometimes a strange motivator. It's not like we haven't seen her naked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a very much lighter note, "Desperate Housewives" came back last night. Worth the wait? The jury is still out on that. It was more of a recap....Susan's pregnant so keep showing her belly...Lynette has had cancer so show her in either a headscarf or a wig...Bree has her daughter's baby, so don't forget to keep mentioning his name (even though we hate her husband, when's he gonna die?)...and of course, give all of the good stuff to the newcomer. Blah...I'm so sick of "Katherine"...okay, I do admit that the part about her seducing Susan's nephew or cousin back when he was 16 and then hooking up again was cute, but why couldn't it have been Edie? Oh yeah, we are supposed to care about what happened to her daughter and since her ex is coming back to town, we know that he isn't dead. So...maybe it will get better once they get into the swing of things, eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back tonight with "Dancing with the (non) Stars" info...that is, if I can drag myself out of Second Life long enough to...now that we have dear Erin playing with us...I've got a cute little blue dragon that hangs on my shoulder and breathes fire at people...Sam is getting her clothing line up and running and trying to talk me into having a baby there...a baby? Who knows...SL is to a place to do stuff you would never do in real life....lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-960578936158811480?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/960578936158811480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=960578936158811480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/960578936158811480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/960578936158811480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-quick-little-entertainment-blog.html' title='Monday Morning again?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1562386583596034491</id><published>2008-04-10T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:06:58.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol's Big Surprise....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, it wasn't the "American Idol Gives Back" boring-ass show. It was the ouster of Australian Michael Johns....my favorite guy.  He's never been in the bottom three til tonight and now he's gone....sigh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On "Suvivor", it was favorite, Eliza voted out...I'm still not convinced that the fans can win it but they've still got a shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of having a shot, CBS' new show "Hidden Talents of the Stars" was taken off after 1...yes, ONE show...wow....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's Friday...my Monday....and I can hardly wait to get back...can ya feel my excitement? Yeah, I knew ya could.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1562386583596034491?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1562386583596034491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1562386583596034491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1562386583596034491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1562386583596034491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-idols-big-surprise.html' title='American Idol&apos;s Big Surprise....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8713640956482257701</id><published>2008-04-09T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:00:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not TMZ....it's SAH....dot com.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Entertainment News...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Carolla was eliminated from "Dancing with the &lt;non&gt;Stars"...definitely a step in the right direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James was eliminated from "Big Brother 9" and Sheila has just won HOH...I'm thinking that it's going to be my beloved Ryan and wierdo Adam up on the block on sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoe was eliminated from "Top Chef"...awwww poor thing, now it's up to her partner to pick up the slack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean and Robin Wright Penn have called off their divorce...while Mary-Louise Parker and Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Weeds) have called off their engagement ... and Ashlee Simpson and her boy/girlfriend Pete Wentz have announced their engagement (and yes, there is already talk of hearing the pitter patter of little feet....just like Beyonce'...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tori Spelling (who just posed in a bikini..ewww) is due with her daughter...Jessica Alba's secret has been let out of the bag with news of her little bump being a girl with the name of Honor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, RIP to actor Stanley Kamel who played a psychiatrist on the show "Monk". He passed away from a heart attack at his home. For those of you reading this with a blank look on your face, here's a pic of him with Tony Shaloub.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187520153788444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_3GGF-9cGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TVYmxHBh6lM/s400/stanleykamel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you are still looking at the picture and saying..uhmm..who? He's been on a million tv shows and movies. Check out his info on imdb.com will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other tv news- Boston Legal is already back and Desperate Housewives comes back this sunday with Jeanette's fave-Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters due back the sunday after and Lost coming back on the 24th! Woo Hoo...it's about time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also going on my favorite soap....General Hospital...I'm pretty pissed off that they have done another attempted kid killing on Dylan Cash's Michael Corinthos III....we've watched the kid grow up on the soap and rumor has it they have done this so they can do the wonderful soapline of magically aging the kid. Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_2WZl-9cEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Bkwo5CFu-TY/s1600-h/gh_cash_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187467712237760578" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_2WZl-9cEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Bkwo5CFu-TY/s320/gh_cash_5.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is a cute kid ..a wonderful child actor...but he's going through some rough times ...he's 12 and there's no one other than adults for him to play off of. So...they are going to age him? Then they have to age his brother (which they already have once) ....and his sister as well, in order for it all to make sense...make sense? I'm sorry, I forgot we were talking about a soap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it's Wednesday and at the movies this week was "Leatherheads"...what? The Angel saw a movie about sports? Heck, I would watch a reading of the phone book if it had George Clooney in it! It was a cute little movie....something I can picture from the 30's or 40's...George's role could be played by Jimmy Stewart...heck, maybe even my lovely Clark Gable. Renee' looked a little....harsh. All angles and dark lipstick....but it was cute...nice date movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay...so I guess I have to clear up some office gossip stuff. Since this isn't a newspaper, nothing I say has to be double checked for accuracy. Now, when I mentioned that the Evil Bloodsucker was heard saying that he wanted to get rid of 60% of the office..I apparently was mistaken. I guess it could be just a tiny coincidence that that is the percentage of people from another office of this Evil Empire that were let go? Oh yeah.. uh huh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, the young man sitting behind me spent another day on the phone....and coughing up and spitting up nasty, nasty...nasty stuff the other day....but the big issue...is the girl on his team that complained about our dear Jeanette....now, there are just a few people that you never piss off at any job.....Elaine, our wonderful scheduler--Sara, our news guru and overall sweet person- Your supervisor, for obvious reasons....and Jeanette! You never piss off the person who helps you the most. When are the young idiots going to realize that? The girl who complained about our Miss J is someone who doesn't take her first call til after she's been there for at least a half hour...and spends half the day just chatting with her supervisor about nothing at all. She spends the day goofing off and nothing happens to her. Me? I try to follow as many rules as I can ( yeah, yeah...other than the 1-10 question) and I'm gonna be gone, probably in the next few months. There is no justice....there are just idiots who think that if they bring in cellphone pix showing they were late because they were in traffic that it will excuse it. Huh? Just leave the house earlier you..you...you non-existant little man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I give up....maybe maybe I'm just not right for the job I've done for ...a million years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8713640956482257701?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8713640956482257701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8713640956482257701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8713640956482257701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8713640956482257701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-entertainment-news.html' title='It&apos;s not TMZ....it&apos;s SAH....dot com.....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_3GGF-9cGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TVYmxHBh6lM/s72-c/stanleykamel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7524788135874853114</id><published>2008-04-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:14:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the (non) Stars-Week 4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Week 4 saw the judges giving 5 10s! Were all of them deserved? No, I don't think so. If you compare the dances, I really don't think so. So here we goooo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnXfX_aI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JJ9TJreQLIw/s1600-h/kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743370702650786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnXfX_aI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JJ9TJreQLIw/s320/kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi--(Paso Doble)Len said she "can't dance badly" and Carrie Anne said that she set the standard for the entire competition. She got the first 2 10's of the season...it's gonna be hard when she finally makes a mistake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-9-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MQkJTpRb6ZU/s1600-h/priscilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743374997618098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MQkJTpRb6ZU/s320/priscilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla-(Viennese Waltz)She was told by the judges that she did a great interpretation and Carrie Anne won the best comment of the night by saying that her "expression never faltered"(yeah, hard to when it's all plastic..or silicone!) She lost points because of the dreaded lift-if she had just kept her feet about 2 inches down, to touch the floor, who knows what kind of a grading  she would have gotten?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gAFg8ou2dc4/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743374997618114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gAFg8ou2dc4/s320/adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam-(Paso Doble)The man came out on a unicycle!Carrie Anne-"The turns were fantastic...then you got off the unicycle" Bruno-"Genius and insanity go hand in hand"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-7-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-CbscCcqlOA/s1600-h/marlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743374997618130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnnfX_dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-CbscCcqlOA/s320/marlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee-(Viennese Waltz)She made Carrie Anne cry! OMG...maybe CA is on the rag or something...it was not *that* great..and the scores proved it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-8-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDn3fX_eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_O_VkBPW4KI/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743379292585442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDn3fX_eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_O_VkBPW4KI/s320/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario-(Paso Doble)Called "Mario the Conquerer" by Bruno, Len then had to let us know that he had "underpants older than you" and was not impressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-7-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESXfX_fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LS5rHxYw4k4/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186744109437025778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESXfX_fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LS5rHxYw4k4/s320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason-(Viennese Waltz) I'm sorry, Victor, I just don't see it. He looks like a pool cue...a very long pool cue. But the judges saw something that I didn't -they called it a "wow of a waltz". He was given the 2nd 2 10's....I just can't see that his was as good as Kristi's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-9-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESXfX_gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6XebVpuMidI/s1600-h/cristian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186744109437025794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESXfX_gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6XebVpuMidI/s320/cristian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian-(Paso Doble)Wow...the costumes! Len felt that he didn't "conquer the music" but Carrie Anne and Bruno disagreed. All I could think was that Cheryl is turning into a real bitch this season...maybe it's cuz of the rumors-which won't be helped by having Drew on last night's show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-8-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESnfX_hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/it1VXuD6p4w/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186744113731993106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sESnfX_hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/it1VXuD6p4w/s320/shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon-(Viennese Waltz)She does win my prize for best dress...all of the women dancing the waltz had beautiful, flowing dresses but her's was the best...probably cuz it was blue! lol. She got the final 10 of the night ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-10-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sES3fX_iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O82GKc85_0M/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186744118026960418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sES3fX_iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O82GKc85_0M/s320/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa-(Paso Doble) OMG why do the costumers of this show hate this girl so much? She looked just awful and in this bright yellow/orange breast holding thing...When they showed the two of the practicing, her figure looked positively normal. Not fat, not skinny like some of the girls, but normal.  By the time the costumers got a hold of her, she looked like her boobs were her whole body. Please...if she comes back, put her in a flattering color and cut!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her score was higher than Priscilla's but I thought the dance was nowhere near as beautiful. She didn't smile once (Mom and I had a bet on that one)Make her go away...please, America?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-8-8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that was the show for Monday...we'll see who gets kicked off tonight.  We also have a great "American Idol"...not to mention "Biggest Loser" is almost over...."Big Brother 9" has another veto competition going on...will James hold up his end of the deal and let the nominations stand? Probably not....And don't forget "The Riches"....OMG ...if you haven't seen it, you must! My English Muffin, Eddie Izzard and Minnie (I"m pregnant but not telling who the Daddy is)Driver are so fantastic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I've got to mention something from work because it's been driving me up a wall! Now, y'all know how much I talk about those new kids and how they think they can get away with murder? Well yesterday...it was fairly slow after about 10am....I got quite a few pages read in my newest Katie Macalister book (saturday and sunday I read a book and 3/4 of another!) well, the goofball behind me spent all of the slowest time on his cellphone.  Not texting, boys and girls...actually talking to someone while waiting for the next call to come in! He would be talking all low and stuff...and then you'd hear him answer his incoming call...then tell his customer to hold on while he said goodbye to his cellphone caller! WTF is going on in this place? Not to mention that because of all of the food he brings in and doesn't clean up all the way, I've had to deal with gnats around the desks! (I heard him trying to catch/kill them yesterday) The place is going to hell in a handbasket, boys and girls...wanna take a ride?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's my rambling for today...hopefully I'll be able to give you  all of the results from DwtS and all of the rest of our lovely programming....I'll be at the Double Deuce Country Club in Second Life answering trivia questions from 6-8 (like I could make enough money to cover my clothes budget! roflmao)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great day...give someone else a compliment today...it'll make both of you feel better!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7524788135874853114?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7524788135874853114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7524788135874853114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7524788135874853114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7524788135874853114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-with-non-stars-week-4.html' title='Dancing with the (non) Stars-Week 4...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_sDnXfX_aI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JJ9TJreQLIw/s72-c/kristi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-865613486592975068</id><published>2008-04-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:23:19.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey boys and girls...welcome back...sorry that I haven't been keeping up but *this* cold dropped me on my ass again and I'm just getting to the point where I don't need to take meds to make it through the day and night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, let's start with the entertainment news of the week, shall we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIP to beloved actor and gun enthusiast Charlton Heston. The Ten Commandments just won't be the same next year....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to Beyonce and Jay Z on their marriage Saturday...sorry, Sam, looks like he's off the market....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I suspected, poor Steve Guttenberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_mJyHfX_TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jHc-vofjxmc/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327939990945074" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="84" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_mJyHfX_TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jHc-vofjxmc/s320/steve.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was booted off of "Dancing with the (non)Stars". It should have been Marissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_mJyHfX_UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/F-tMPLnaybM/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327939990945090" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="76" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_mJyHfX_UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/F-tMPLnaybM/s320/marissa.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cuz she was the lowest scorer....but who know's what's going on in America's mind? I'll try to post the contestant info tomorrow night as soon as the show ends...I will get better at this, folks....really I will!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...men don't suck....at least not this week...butchaknowwhat? the week ain't over yet. Okay, yeah, there is the one guy at work who sucks.  I've told the fuck-up that he no longer exists as far as I'm concerned.  He's such a needy little asshole.  He wants so much to be accepted by everyone...always trying to butt into the "real guy" conversations about sports when he knows probably less than I do! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of work, I've got to straighten out some misconceptions about my sign.  Across my cubicle (for those of you who don't work with us...)I have a banner that states "Is this good for the Company?"  Now, the banner is from the movie "Office Space", which I adore and at one point...when the banner is mentioned, they say "Any time you do something, you should always think...Is this good for the Company?" Now, during the course of the movie, "The Company" is being attacked and the banner is torn down.  However, I *do* mean it that way.  I keep hoping that one of those youngersters will look at it before the go online...before they spend the whole day on Ebay...before they spend the whole day eating food while they are taking calls...I just want them to think...think about the job before doing the stupid shit that they do.  Even the Evil Bloodsucker thinks I mean it in a mean-spirited way and Jerrie won't even let me talk about it because she thinks I put it up just to spite the Evil Bloodsucker.  &lt;shrug&gt; Even when I try to help, it comes back to bite me in the ass.  As I've been saying more and more lately, if I'm meant to stay then I'll stay. If I'm not, then I'll be looking for a bigger and better call center and you'll hear more about the name of this Evil Empire I work for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I guess I've said my peace...big waves out to Jinxie, Michael and everyone back in Texas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam....I know you're sad about Jay Z....but come back to work, we miss you! And you can drag Dennis back too! and big high 5 to Victor.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to you all again real soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-865613486592975068?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/865613486592975068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=865613486592975068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/865613486592975068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/865613486592975068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R_mJyHfX_TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jHc-vofjxmc/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4790993838029861821</id><published>2008-03-26T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:18:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest in Entertainment News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, just as I predicted (and who *didn't* see it coming?) Monica Seles  was ejected from "Dancing with the (non) Stars"...along with my favorite Penn of Penn and Teller. It was a show that was about 45 minutes too long although the Cirque du Soleil  dancers were in-cred-ible! Wow! (to quote Steve Guttenburg) The Jonas Brothers...really? Like anyone watching the show knew who they were?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today it was announced that Robin Williams and his wife of 19 years, Marsha (who started out as his baby's nanny--hear that Ethan Hawke and slut?) are divorcing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, Richie Sambora was arrested for DUI...**with his 10 year old daughter in the car**!! WhattheHell???? Yeah, even Charlie Sheen didn't do that! Hell, not even Britney did that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh...and as far as those rumors of DwtS Cheryl Burke and Drew Lachey having an affair? Yeah, I believe it...boy, has she turned into a bitch this season...so yeah, I believe it. How about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4790993838029861821?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4790993838029861821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4790993838029861821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4790993838029861821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4790993838029861821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-in-entertainment-news.html' title='The latest in Entertainment News....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2336873291369796824</id><published>2008-03-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:09:36.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars...part two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j0oHfX_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/q0ohQkpmv7M/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660341332343922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j0oHfX_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/q0ohQkpmv7M/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so let's see how much of this I can get done before work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve--Called himself  the "macho mambo combo". A white suit? Really?--6-5-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j0t3fX_II/AAAAAAAAACg/9-Pf4SjXvPY/s1600-h/cristian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660440116591746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j0t3fX_II/AAAAAAAAACg/9-Pf4SjXvPY/s320/cristian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian-Seemed to walk through his Quick Step...7-6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j00HfX_JI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPaz0Xc-3zE/s1600-h/monica.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660547490774162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j00HfX_JI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPaz0Xc-3zE/s320/monica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica-Like I said before, she's the one going home tonight. So "unsexy"...like watching a man dressed as a woman, dancing (and not in a good way)-5-5-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j04XfX_KI/AAAAAAAAACw/MkeCEUMgi14/s1600-h/penn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660620505218210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j04XfX_KI/AAAAAAAAACw/MkeCEUMgi14/s320/penn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penn-The man is sooo tall, it looked like he was carrying his partner through the entire dance.--6-6-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1BXfX_LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lyHX2XeMvtc/s1600-h/priscilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660775124040882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1BXfX_LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lyHX2XeMvtc/s320/priscilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla-One of the ugliest dresses I've seen on DwtS...She wasn't as good as last week, but not nearly as bad as we thought she would be--7-7-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1Z3fX_MI/AAAAAAAAADA/pJIecPHpVxk/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661196030835906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1Z3fX_MI/AAAAAAAAADA/pJIecPHpVxk/s320/shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon--called "The best dance of the night", she was graceful and moved fluidly. I still don't like her...lol--8-8-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aHfX_NI/AAAAAAAAADI/MdZFt2GKoNo/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661200325803218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aHfX_NI/AAAAAAAAADI/MdZFt2GKoNo/s320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason-they called him "The Mambo King" and he might have even earned that title...uhmm..no. --9-9-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aHfX_OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkDsFHBNEEA/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661200325803234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aHfX_OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkDsFHBNEEA/s320/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa-at least she had the class to recognize that she was a total nutjob last week (or, she read my blog and is on new medication? uhmmm..probably not) but they keep putting her in these florescent colored dresses. She needs to be tamed down..down!-7-7-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aXfX_PI/AAAAAAAAADY/NHDoulIz8D0/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661204620770546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aXfX_PI/AAAAAAAAADY/NHDoulIz8D0/s320/adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam-The judges weren't sure what it was and neither do I. If the people do the right thing, he will be the man going tonight. 6-7-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aXfX_QI/AAAAAAAAADg/WjDQQ17T5wg/s1600-h/marlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661204620770562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1aXfX_QI/AAAAAAAAADg/WjDQQ17T5wg/s320/marlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee--Her mambo-y Quick Step wowed the judges once again-8-8-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1knfX_RI/AAAAAAAAADo/-ibxHAuWAMs/s1600-h/kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661380714429714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1knfX_RI/AAAAAAAAADo/-ibxHAuWAMs/s320/kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi--aside from some ugly-ass gloves (that somehow matched Priscilla's dress), Kristi was ...fan...tas...tic! She's gonna be the one to watch...although when they peak this early, you worry that the only direction is down--9-9-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1knfX_SI/AAAAAAAAADw/L7vBEcjfGUU/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661380714429730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j1knfX_SI/AAAAAAAAADw/L7vBEcjfGUU/s320/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario--Well, I can say that his partner had *the best* outfit..a harem costume that had me wishing I was a majaraja! The dance? There was a dance? rolmao! 9-8-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, we'll have more tonight after the results show....I may get some blogging in about American Idol too....see what kind of a monster you have created, Victor??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tuesday....or, in my case, Happy Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2336873291369796824?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2336873291369796824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2336873291369796824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2336873291369796824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2336873291369796824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/dancing-with-starspart-two.html' title='Dancing with the &lt;non&gt;Stars...part two...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-j0oHfX_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/q0ohQkpmv7M/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2558319864297577268</id><published>2008-03-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:16:09.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Play Catch-up? Go loooonnnnng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I haven't been keeping you up to date as much as I should so let's get going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dancing with the (non) Stars" concluded it's first episodes with the females and here's how they came out...in my opinion...which is the only one that matters anyway! roflmao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mey3fX--I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EncrSLuqYwg/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180017855644040162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mey3fX--I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EncrSLuqYwg/s320/shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon Elizabeth--The poor girl was the first one out of the gate. Good thing she's got nice legs cuz that's about all that's holding her up. While Carrie Ann said that there wasn't one thing on them jiggling...there was just nothing jiggling my brainwaves either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MfinfX-_I/AAAAAAAAABY/QzwM8Yj2Lpw/s1600-h/monica.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180018675982793714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MfinfX-_I/AAAAAAAAABY/QzwM8Yj2Lpw/s320/monica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica Seles--She's gonna be the first female to go on Tuesday. She wore a beautiful pink dress...but was as stiff as a board. Someone give her some drug to relax her cuz that's gonna be the only way she's gonna survive...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MgGXfX_AI/AAAAAAAAABg/t_6jBqdsxvo/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180019290163117058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MgGXfX_AI/AAAAAAAAABg/t_6jBqdsxvo/s320/marissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa Jaret Winouker--OMG! Someone give this girl something to just calm the "f" down! Like Steve Guttenberg, she's happy to be there, hell, be anywhere ...but OMG! (yes, it needed to be said twice!) And she even did a "Baby"-like move when she lost her place. Yes, I love the fact that she's a "normal" size girl...but maybe she should trade drugs with Monica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MhAXfX_BI/AAAAAAAAABo/0LhBzI9j4_4/s1600-h/priscilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180020286595529746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MhAXfX_BI/AAAAAAAAABo/0LhBzI9j4_4/s320/priscilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla Presley--The dark-horse and , for me, the biggest surprise of the night. She was incredible for someone over 60! Even though she might be more plastic than human, she was still damned good. You can tell she's a perfectionist and that she is working to win it. Nevermind that every time the camera went to the girls, Priscilla didn't seem to understand that she should be smiling and waving...I don't care...she's my favorite to win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MhyHfX_CI/AAAAAAAAABw/cqa-7q-tQig/s1600-h/Kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180021141294021666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MhyHfX_CI/AAAAAAAAABw/cqa-7q-tQig/s320/Kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi Yamagouchi--The winner of the evening! She got 9-9-9 from the judges and for a first night performance, it was incredible. Yes, she had the ice skating experience that probably helped with her upper body elegance and arm extension, but she worked hard for those legs...okay...so maybe *she's* my favorite...lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mi5HfX_DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NMa7s0xhtAo/s1600-h/marlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180022361064733746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mi5HfX_DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NMa7s0xhtAo/s320/marlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee Matlin--So yeah, she can't hear the music...yeah, she can't even feel the beat all the time. And yeah well...she was pretty good, I guess...if she can memorize lines, she can memorize a dance routine. She's looking to show she can do anything but to me, she comes off as arrogant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there yah go. My feelings (and I even got the pics in so it wasn't just boring reading! yay me!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MlpHfX_FI/AAAAAAAAACI/u1OcqOgngac/s1600-h/hdr_topchef4_695x120.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180025384721710162" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" height="55" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-MlpHfX_FI/AAAAAAAAACI/u1OcqOgngac/s320/hdr_topchef4_695x120.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in looooove with Top Chef (On Bravo on Wednesday nights at 10pm--but you can catch up on all of the other seasons cuz they are on all the time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore Chef Tom....and while I can't tell any of the contestants apart yet...there's the guy with the bush hair and long sideburns...and a bald guy...and the Asian guy...and of the girls, there's actually a lesbian couple....the challenges are great ...I can't even explain it well enough...just watch it...and check out their blogs at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/4//index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/4//index.php&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, here's some work stuff...cuz what would this blog be without news regarding the Evil Empire? lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I actually got a little 25.00 Amex bonus the other day. I won it fair and square...they picked my name out of the box! lol.... I hardly ever with anything so it was a huge surprise to me. Now, not everyone got one fair and square....the company had 2 cards left...for people who sold the "product of the day"...and the idiot who sits next to me (I know that you've read just a *little* bit about him! roflmao!) Anyway...he comes up and says ..."Oh...I've got one...I just need to finish the order"...hello? He just pops the order out of the sky? For 25.00 stinkin' bucks you would try to either scam the company or scam your customer? I cannot wait til he is gone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand, the Evil Empire did get around to finally firing the woman that wasn't supposed to be hired to begin with. I haven't found out what they finally got her on...but it's one less in the office and closer to the Evil Bloodsucker's goal of getting rid of 60% of the office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm heading out to watch "Lost"...the final "Lost" episode filmed before the strike, so who knows when we are going to see more? I still haven't played my "Lost" video game...like I need more games to play?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh..and I'm in a "Men Suck" kinda mood...I've still got the one making the "munching" face to me and then another one...being an asshole ....grrrrr...don't even get me started...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, before I go...what is it with these celebrities and multiple births...Lisa Marie Presley is expecting twins and so is Angelina Jolie (okay...supposedly!) And everyone keeps saying that it's "natural"...and not part of any invitro....yeah..right! Speaking of twins, JLo's $6million cover is out on Friday...the rumor is that in addition to the $6million, that they agreed never to call her JLo again....uhmmm...okay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mqy3fX_GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bPoCG-d1UaQ/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180031049783573602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mqy3fX_GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bPoCG-d1UaQ/s320/bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Hoppy Easter, boys and girls...and Victor, Sam, Dennis,Denise,Jerrie...any male sups out there reading, Katie, Erika, Angelina...&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2558319864297577268?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2558319864297577268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2558319864297577268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2558319864297577268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2558319864297577268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/wanna-play-catch-up-go-loooonnnnng.html' title='Wanna Play Catch-up? Go loooonnnnng!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R-Mey3fX--I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EncrSLuqYwg/s72-c/shannon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8941946167281974589</id><published>2008-03-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:59:53.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG..I forgot a title....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, hello boys and girls, sorry I've been gone for so long (as if you noticed..lol) but I had just an awful St. Paddy's Day...all of the hangover pain and sickness without any of the liquor happiness. I kid you not, I was the embodiment of the Pepto Bismol commercial...only with a temperature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, first things first....Congrats to Halle Berry on the birth of her little girl on Sunday. Now, if we can keep her from such names as ...Holly,Christmas,Little, Chuck (roflmao),and all of those odd kind of names...please...a normal name...please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the "new tv season"?Hmm...it's Reality Tuesday...we've got--The Biggest Loser and American Idol at eight....Dancing with the Stars and Big Brother (as well as another hour of AI)at nine and then at ten...still more Dancing...and, the only scripted drama...The Riches...returns. You know how much I love my Eddie Izzard and it's going to be fun trying to spot Minnie Driver's baby bump.Holy crap! No wonder I've got 2 dvrs and a tivo...So, the only programs that I watch that have come back are "The Big Bang Theory" (cuz I love Johnny Galecki) and "Two and a Half Men" (cuz I love Charlie Sheen no matter what anyone says about him!) So...so far...not so impressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of "Dancing with the Stars", the men competed last night and let's see how they did,shall we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penn--Now, I love the magician/comedian..although I love Teller more..but this guy is huge and has the huge feet to match. He's at the Master P level ...and I really hope he comes out of it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Taylor-Okay, so he's good looking and can move...stiff as a board..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristian-He's latin....good looking in an Antonio Sabato, Jr kinda way....&lt;shrug&gt; he could do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Carolla-uhmm...no....he's too loud, too much of a lout and there is only so much self depricating that we can take....you think you're bad...so do we.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario--by the far the front runner..he's got the moves, the confidence..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Guttenberg--awww, Steve...he's treating this experience like it's his comeback. He's sooooo happy to be there and relishes the experience. Is his life *that* sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's the women tonight ....I can tell you that I'm already sick of Marlee Matlin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I'll have more tomorrow..hell, maybe tonight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ack! I've got 15 minutes to get dressed and go....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Blogging, y'all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8941946167281974589?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8941946167281974589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8941946167281974589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8941946167281974589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8941946167281974589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-hello-boys-and-girls-sorry-ive.html' title='OMG..I forgot a title....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7159743714995128469</id><published>2008-03-14T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:19:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes..I'm still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming later today....(cuz I'm running behind today and am will not put some half-assed job here)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Other Bolyen Girl"....to see or not to see, that is the question...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Chef is back, baby! If you can't stand the heat, get outta my kitchen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "New TV Season" -was it worth the wait?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7159743714995128469?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7159743714995128469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7159743714995128469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7159743714995128469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7159743714995128469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesim-still-here.html' title='Yes..I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4023323280572213371</id><published>2008-03-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:18:34.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick...how could you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R9grt4XCK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wcy1bUdsL2A/s1600-h/aane12__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176935838885489570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R9grt4XCK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wcy1bUdsL2A/s320/aane12__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Can you believe this? Reportedly he's got a 3 pack a day habit.  Should someone with cancer be smoking? Hell, should anyone be smoking? coughJERRIEcough....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be on the cover of the Enquirer, out on Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of trash..you know, the celebs want you to believe that you just can't trust these rags but what I've discovered (through years of faithful reading, lol)  That more often than not, the stories are true...it just takes a while for celebs to acknowledge the truth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great day...do as I say, not as I do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4023323280572213371?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4023323280572213371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4023323280572213371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4023323280572213371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4023323280572213371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/patrickhow-could-you.html' title='Patrick...how could you?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R9grt4XCK6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wcy1bUdsL2A/s72-c/aane12__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6168761690067716631</id><published>2008-03-11T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:10:53.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all I've got to say 'bout that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6168761690067716631?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6168761690067716631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6168761690067716631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6168761690067716631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6168761690067716631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/reports-of-my-demise-have-been-greatly.html' title='Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6433609302956205377</id><published>2008-03-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:06:56.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Interview with a Vampire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so...I got my interview with the head Blood Sucker himself today. It was late in the afternoon...after a wonderful sales day and very slow incoming call day. I've read so much in the last few weeks, you wouldn't believe it. Okay so if you looked at my pile of books you might, lol. So me and my sup went into his office where he mentioned that he heard that I was having issues with the new closing. I told him I wouldn't say it. I told him I wanted to see the research that showed that it worked...he would draw me pictures of teams that did it and it worked...but there was one team ...somewhere...that still had low scores. I told him that I would see the difference in attitude between the lowest team and highest..then he said something about that team just didn't matter. It was a meeting with his usual doubletalk bullshit. I told him I would say the schpiel about the survey that they might be involved with but he didn't want to hear that. At the end, he asked if we understood each other...I told him yes, I understand...but I'm not going to say it. Luckily, my sup stood her ground...showing him that my stats are good enough even with out that little question. But it wasn't what he wanted to hear. As I mentioned before, I'm not asking anyone to follow my lead...it's my battle. But the other side of that coin is that I *am* just one person...and he can afford to lose one person. So, while it took him a while to come up with a decision....he's basically given carte blanche to forego any steps at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm proud of myself for standing up. Proud of myself for not crying at all (at least not til I got out of the room and into the restroom...and then powerwalked around the outside of the office and thought I was fine...until my sup asked if I was fine....blah...at least I didn't cry in front of him) I didn't blink...I didn't back down...and my reward for the day? My sales equalled out to 6-6-6...roflmao! If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I'm going on to Monster.com and maybe careerbuilder.com and see what I can find...I'm not afraid...I guess I should start evacuating my desk...taking what I want to take..what I do want to leave is my banner stating..."Is this good for the Company?" from Office Space. I hope someone takes it and posts it on their cubicle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;And isn't it so bizarre that I'll be leaving before the people that really need to go? Like that piece of garbage who sits across from me...who never pays attention but thinks he knows everything...who disregards everything the sup says and gives him? The crazy old bat that was hired by mistake and they don't know how to get rid of now? The people that sit on their cellphones texting every single day no matter how many times they've been told not to? But me...who he admits sounds so good on the phone ...who follows all other directives, who other people come to with their questions...I'll be the one leaving. And like I said before, there will be those people who say that I threw it all away over one stupid little question. I don't think I'm throwing away anything. I'm just standing my ground against one issue. What have you stood up against lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m *so* going to miss you--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam --even though I only see you for a few hours a week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dennis--Dennnniiiis...&lt;dirty&gt; &lt;evil&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor--my pal in all things movies and 80's music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeannette--the Queen of all she (site) Surveys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise--my neighbor, fellow classic tv follower...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie--who in the world will I trade books with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenn--who in the world will understand our love of vampire love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruel--I'll miss tales of your imaginary girlfriend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelina--I've so missed being able to talk to you..wish you didn't leave my team!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerrie--Again, thanks for the support in everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erika--who am I going to talk to about reality tv?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to those others who don't read this....Mike &amp;amp; Natalie...Nazeli...Dave...Norma...and yes, even Jason...I would send a big hi and howdy and it was nice knowing you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone I mentioned should know how to get a hold of me...like I've kept this place a big secret...oh , Sara! Sara...you know how I feel and I sooo wish I could have mentioned that in my meeting with the Evil Bloodsucker...but it wouldn't have done either one of us any good...You've got enough garbage from him on your plate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wish I could have told you about this little place...I'm sure you would have understood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;No, I haven't left yet...but I wanted to make sure you all knew how I felt about you before I did. I'll still be here...close enough that if you guys want to get together for lunch or after work that I can just drop by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6433609302956205377?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6433609302956205377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6433609302956205377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6433609302956205377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6433609302956205377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-interview-with-vampire.html' title='My Interview with a Vampire....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2237657361240313978</id><published>2008-03-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T06:27:26.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a sheep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys and girls, I don't even know where to begin this one--maybe by saying that you might find out the name of the Evil Empire before you know it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I'm a pretty easy going person...I've lived at being invisible for most of my life and really dread being in the spotlight. I don't like to be pointed out for either good or bad reasons but that may have to end soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've tried to do what's been asked of me at this job that pays me...oh wait! We aren't allowed to talk about how much we make...not to anyone else in the Evil Empire. Anyway, I don't go on the internet at work, I don't sit and play with my phone or Nintendo DS, I don't give out wrong information just to get a sale...and I try to be as polite as possible (I was raised on "Please" and "Thank you" and it's one of my pet peeves not to hear it as much as it should be heard)--I'm trying my hardest at selling because that's what they told me to do. I'm being *even more* polite so that our customers will be happy with me when they get off the phone. But I can't ask them to rate me before they do. A customer will think what they want to think and depending on the person, may just push any button to finish off the survey. They don't care because it doesn't affect them. You can tell if a customer is happy with you..the only thing you can do is to make the experience as good for them as possible. Make them laugh...you can turn almost any situation around by making someone laugh. Apologize and empathize...man, how many times have I heard that in my 22 years of customer service? I just can't do it, boys and girls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard that there was a meeting with the Evil Bloodsucker where he basically carved out a new asshole for everyone. I wasn't in those meetings because he tends to give them on my day off. Saturday, a male supervisor and the one sup that scares the shit outta me tried to drill it into my head. The male sup...I wish I could explain to him that to keep bringing something up over and over again throughout the day doesn't make it easier and the more he pushed, the more I stood by ground. Do I respect him? Ruel tried to tell me that I was showing disrepect by not doing what he told me to do. I do respect him...up to a point...but he's a "buddy" first and then a sup and it should be the other way around. Yes, you should be able to laugh and joke, but if you've never (in the year and a half that I've been there) acted like a sup, it's kind of hard to undo that in one day. If he would have just dropped it....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I know my sup tried to drill it into my head how important it is...but AT&amp;amp;T tried to do it 10 years ago and it didn't work. Show me the research that says that it does...give me another way to get the point across because it just isn't going to flow out of my mouth...and the first time it doesn't and they are listening, it's going to be a verbal talking to...and there are about 4 steps that they can take. I say "can" because they don't have to. They can fire your ass whenever they want to. Where is there a customer service union that will prevent that from happening? A union that will make them stop changing our commission structure whenever they find that too many reps are getting more money that the Evil Empire wants to give? A union that will prevent them from using your vacation days when you run out of "sick" time-which you are still dinged for, even if you have it...explain that one to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't even told you about their little "Rah Rah-We are the Best" breakfast that was "mandatory". Boys and girls, one brilliant leader there actually called our competition a disease that we must innoculate the public against. "Innoculate" was the actual word used. WTF? Oh...and get this...when you first got there, they gave you these packets (with work guidelines and stuff) and told you to just sign it now and rip the top page off so you can get a raffle ticket! Oh wow...so you want me to just sign something without reading it...just so that I can get a raffle ticket where I might win...oh joy of joys...a $25 Target gift card? OMG! Really? C'mon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't really like to rock the boat...and the Evil Bloodsucker really intimidates me...he's got that smooth Latin thing going on..although the more I listen to him, the more I think he sounds like our mayor, Villarigosa...or whatever the hell the little man's name is. I'm not telling anyone else not to do it. I'm not encouraging anyone else in any way, shape or form to follow my lead. This is my stand and my stand alone. So, if there are going to be tears and you know me, I cry at just about everything...a very wise woman told me, they will be tears of frustration. And there are those that are going to say, "It's just one little question. You would throw it all away for one little question?" It isn't the question, boys and girls...it's what it represents.  The Evil Bloodsucker has said he wants to get rid of about 60% of our crew...I'm just one little person. One person with 22 years of customer service under my belt...I don't work for the money...I didn't pick this Evil Empire because it was the highest paying job...I picked it because it's close to where I live...there are tons of places close to where I live...One little question indeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a sheep...I am not a sheep...I am not a sheep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2237657361240313978?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2237657361240313978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2237657361240313978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2237657361240313978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2237657361240313978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-not-sheep.html' title='I am not a sheep!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-113203289702485321</id><published>2008-03-05T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:49:23.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say a little prayer for you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reps for Patrick Swayze (Dirty Dancing) have revealed that he is suffering from pancreatic cancer. He received the diagnosis last month and is receiving aggressive therapy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There have been stories on TMZ.com and PerezHilton.com that he has been given 5 weeks to live....here's hoping that *that* part isn't true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our prayers are with you, Patrick...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-113203289702485321?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/113203289702485321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=113203289702485321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/113203289702485321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/113203289702485321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-say-little-prayer-for-you.html' title='I say a little prayer for you....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4964944501575839901</id><published>2008-03-02T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:12:35.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Naked!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, not me exactly but my poor little cubicle at work! Those of you who don't know me can probably imagine all of the shit I've got around my cubicle....tons of books, my fluffy Valentine from Victor, my Office Space stuff--I had just put up my "Is this Good for the Company?" banner--even my warning sign--You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be blogged against you. Now it's all in drawers, at least until Saturday. Seems that we are going to be having some office bigwigs visiting til then and so everything has to be "professional" looking. Now, not everyone was at work today to watch our Sup clean up there desks! OMG! I am soooo glad that I'm going to be there when everyone comes in! ROFLMAO! Now, Sam comes back on Tuesday, so that will be kinda interesting (but I'm hoping that she's reading this so she won't be soooo surprised....afterall, she still had her Christmas decorations up!) There was one kid...the same kid that I've been complaining about for a few days ....the one that I wanna slap upside his head...the Sup had to practically wear gloves to clean that nasty boy's desk....ewwwwwwww!! So, I'm gonna be feeling pretty naked the next few days....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I've got to blog about this cuz you all know my feelings about guys who let their pants hang around the middle of their ass...Now, it's pretty bad when it's just another low level peon like me..but a supervisor?? He was bent over someone's desk and I just looked up to see inches of boxers! Ack! My eyes! My eyes! Now, granted, he's lost some weight (looking better and better every week) and I'm always happy to see a fluffy guy...but ....umm....NO! That just ain't right! How can I take someone seriously after I've seen their underwear?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And...I've gotta rag on Ruel cuz he just cracks me up with his imaginary girlfriend and his begging me to get on WoW (yes, I apologize to the Gods of WoW that I have neglected my poor soldier in the ocean but I've got a real life too...well, sometimes!) Anyway, he was wearing these little socks today...I kid you not, those little tennis socks...the only thing they were missing was the fluffy ball on the back! Black ones...with white shower-looking sandals! He kept insisting they were men's socks but they looked pretty girly to me....or maybe it was just him!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday's mail brought an interesting bit of info...a brochure from our Evil Empire (previously known as just The Company) about "Preventing Sexual Harrassment". Preventing? And to send  it out in a brochure? What a cop out! Why not put people in groups to read it out loud like every other dumbass piece of garbage and make us sign something like they always do?  This way, there's no way to prove who read it and who didn't. You can tell that I did because I try to use everything I get as fodder for this blog. They make it sooooo easy! The biggest printing is the sentence about...if you aren't sure if what you are saying or doing is sexual harrassment, just don't do it.  "If you don't know"? If you are that stupid that you don't know, I don't want to be working with you or next to you or around you!  If you are stupid enough to ask questions like "Am I sexy or am I hot?"....&lt;shrug&gt; you kind of deserve the harrassment.  Lately there has been someone obsessed with my boobs (okay, who isn't, besides Victor? ROFLMAO) but whenever I walk by him , I gently poke him in the arm to say 'hi'...so does that mean I'm encouraging  it? Who knows...he's scaled it back some--no more of the "honking" gestures..so I'm gonna let it go (yeah, I've got this blog as my proof...lol) So, while Smokey the Bear may say,"Only *you* can prevent forest fires." The Evil Empire feels--"Only *you* can prevent sexual harrassment!"....uhmmm...yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, well I'm gonna go play some games...OMG ...a new Sims game is out...Sims Freetime..and I haven't bought it!!! Ack!!! Okay, gotta go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4964944501575839901?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4964944501575839901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4964944501575839901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4964944501575839901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4964944501575839901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-naked.html' title='I&apos;m Naked!!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6185614759173181918</id><published>2008-02-28T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:13:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing before I go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so you may have read my rant about the new changes at work...what I forgot to mention but will definitely mention now is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that what the customers have to say about us matters sooo much now...and guess what?! NOW is when the rates are going up again! Yeah...great way to sabotage us, Company! Here's a big High-5 to you...what? There's only one finger? Imagine that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6185614759173181918?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6185614759173181918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6185614759173181918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6185614759173181918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6185614759173181918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-more-thing-before-i-go.html' title='One more thing before I go...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-549377024371124977</id><published>2008-02-28T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:40:46.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R8bxza4KwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iceYSkhnGDM/s1600-h/helen-mirren-oscars-2008-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172087087772123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R8bxza4KwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iceYSkhnGDM/s320/helen-mirren-oscars-2008-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For those of you who didn't catch the Oscars (coughSamcough), here's the dress that I thought was the most beautiful but that most critics are saying is the worst....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved the sleeves! It wasn't like some sort of shrug that she could take off, these were the actual sleeves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, you can go back to your regularly scheduled programing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-549377024371124977?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/549377024371124977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=549377024371124977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/549377024371124977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/549377024371124977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/dress.html' title='The Dress'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R8bxza4KwzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iceYSkhnGDM/s72-c/helen-mirren-oscars-2008-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-210460328055705496</id><published>2008-02-27T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:02:51.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, you want me to sign what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;First of all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(yeah, I know, it would have been a lot more effective last night or this morning! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I guess it's time for my work rant...OMG...words may not even describe the situation.  I've gone on and on about the kids there that just don't seem to care and we have gotten rid of one. ONE. O-N-E. (although, it was kind of fun to watch someone that everyone knew was going to be fired that day except him) I still have to watch as those around me flaunt rules, not because they don't know any better, but because they don't care.  Just once I would love to just slap them upside their empty heads.  Remember the scene in "Moonstruck" with Cher slapping Nic Cage upside his head, "Snap out of it!"--yeah, that's what I want to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another work subject, the "commission structure" has changed again.  Rumor has it that the big boss has said that he wants to get rid of about 60% of the employees. Will this change do it? &lt;shrug&gt; maybe.  Anyone worth the highest tier of commission is really too good to be doing the job that we do.  So, here are a few lines that I thought were just the cherry on top of the sundae...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  Goals may change from cycle to cycle "dictated by the business needs" --really means, "whenever we feel that you guys are getting too good and too much money, we'll change it to make it harder"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. About any issue "not specifically addressed" in our new plan, interpretations and modification of the plan, the VP has the final authority--really means , "if there's something we were too stupid to put in here or you guys figure out how it all actually works, the big boss has the authority to change it--really fast"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "The Company"(name deleted to protect the guilty) reserves the right to alter,amend, or cancel this plan -any part or altogether , at any time and at its sole discretion--see above--they make this statement a few times, just in case you miss the fact that while it may be here today, tomorow may see the whole thing gone or ....God forbid, a plan that actually makes sense in its place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. We, being the smartest group of people in the Company, reserve the right to adjust any monthly targes and crediting process to reflect any "unusual circumstances that directly  impact" the dear customer service reps ability to meet the targets we unfairly have arbitrarily put on them--again, see above..."if we think you guys are getting good enough to actually do what we are asking you to, we are sooooooo gonna change them!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and just to make sure, we are gonna make everyone sign a piece of paper every single freakin month to so that you remember exactly what the stupidass program is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I used to have the problem that the customers weren't happy with me but the company said I was doing what I was supposed to be doing when they listened to me. Now, the customers love me but I'm not doing everything the company says I'm supposed to do.  Sigh...ever get the feeling that you are never going to understand or be able to do your job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm thinking that it's going to be sooooo tough for me ...and sooooo stressful...yes, stress....I can feel my whole body  turning into one big knot of stress....yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, maybe I'll have more "fun" stuff to rant about.....it's just take all of my energy to get that rant done....happy Thursday, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-210460328055705496?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/210460328055705496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=210460328055705496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/210460328055705496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/210460328055705496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sorry-you-want-me-to-sign-what.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, you want me to sign what?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8188224394088240437</id><published>2008-02-25T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:14:48.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars...I was excited about *this*?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's the morning after The Oscars and while I could go on and on about the winners and losers, I really wasn't impressed. It wasn't just that my "Juno" only won best screenplay (Isn't Diablo Cody the coolest stripper-turned-scriptwriter?) I like Jon Stewart, but to me it just felt so condescending.  I prefer Ellen or Billy or even Whoopi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite dress of the night actually ended up being on most website's worst dress list. It was the scarlett dress of Helen Mirren. I thought the sleeves, made from Swarovsky crystals was just beautiful.  The trend seemed to be black last night...black is a very boring color. And the designs all seemed to be the same...there was a lot of tube-type dresses. From Jennifer Gardner (who I adore, really) to Cameron Diaz (who I really have yet to see looking good in a dress). Cam looked just awful. She did nothing to her hair and her make-up was non-existent.  I think the best she ever looked was in "The Mask" and I've never seen her look even close to that again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tended to like the montages, but only because I love old Hollywood. However, there seemed to be a few missing in the RIP category...Brad Renfro? I was thinking about Roy Scheider, but he passed away on 2/11 and they made a point out of giving the dates as 2/11/07 to 2/1/08 but it just seems to me that more people died. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I would just prefer to see more "movie stars" than "tv stars" giving awards...Patrick Dempsey (yeah, he's adorably cute...but still), Katherine Heigl (Hated 27 dresses, btw),Steve Carell (have never liked him, don't think I ever will)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell happened to Tom Hanks? He's got a five or six head instead of a forehead and it was just sad...but not as bad as John Travolta...ewwwww....did he just dunk his head in black paint? Nah..something has got to be wrong there.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, if you want lists of winners and losers, you can go to ew.com , aol.com ...and about a million other places...this has just been my two cents readers..take from it what you will....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8188224394088240437?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8188224394088240437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8188224394088240437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8188224394088240437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8188224394088240437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/oscarsi-was-excited-about-this.html' title='The Oscars...I was excited about *this*?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2338862393799945725</id><published>2008-02-22T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:27:53.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JLO just popped out her 2 newest money makers ($6 million for the first baby pics....and do you think she's gonna donate the money to charity like Brad &amp;amp; Angie?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2338862393799945725?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2338862393799945725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2338862393799945725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2338862393799945725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2338862393799945725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-quickie.html' title='Another Quickie!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2983122140302925982</id><published>2008-02-21T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:48:45.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short tutorial and the usual rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that some new readers may look at the different colors and just say "pick a color and stick with it!" but I'm really just trying to make it easier for all of you. I've been putting all of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;celebrity stuff in red&lt;/span&gt; and my usual rants in blue (since it is....my signature color)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, as you will read, this is just one of my usual rants ;) I tend to start and not be able to stop but this has a few topics that seem not to have anything to do with the other but in fact , one leads to another....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got my spring cleaning just about done-I know, spring? Winter isn't even over. But I have just gotten the book "Does this Clutter Make My Butt look Big?" by Peter Walsh and it has inspired me to declutter. Basically, what Peter (who is great on the show "Clean Sweep" and has been on Oprah) talks about -besides the fact that we all have too much stuff-is that when you declutter your home, you declutter your life. People who clear up (rather than just clean up) their homes feel lighter and even lose more weight. Clutter weighs on your brain and your body. If you have a kitchen full of "stuff" that just sort of makes you sigh when you look at it, it's going to prompt you to either go out, order in or just get in and out as soon as possible. That normally means that you don't stay long enough to make a balanced, nutricious meal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I've cleared out 5 bags of clothes (and trust me, I've still got a closetfull! lol) dusted, vaccuumed and got things just the way I want them and I've been feeling great! I'm pretty much over my cold and sleeping through the night with no medicinal help. While my life isn't perfect (is it ever??) I'm feeling lighter....I don't have to postpone things--you know how you say "Well, I'll do this as soon as I do this and get it out of the way" well, I've gotten all of my stuff out of the way. If I want to do some scrapbooking, I know where all my stuff is! I don't feel like I'm wasting time playing Second Life or WoW when I should be doing something else. It feels like spring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of feeling lighter...I'm going back to my Wednesday meetings. I haven't gone since December and while those of you who see me eat my healthy food at lunch haven't said anything, I know that the weightloss has stopped. It's hard to talk about because any time you talk about any kind of plan you are on, people start watching. There is this one girl at work...it got to be so annoying...every time I saw her (and I see her almost every...single...day) she would ask how much weight I lost...how much I lost this week. Well, ya know what? I really don't like to talk about it. It puts this kind of pressure on me that really isn't good for my head. I do very good at breakfast...and all day at work I do what I'm supposed to do...and then it's time to go home...and it's just easier to pick up something on the way home. I'm thinking that since I have done the decluttering (see the above paragraph)that I' m gonna be back on program...I'm going to try doing 30 minutes of excersize before I get ready for work, try to walk 30 minutes during my lunch (it better not rain!), and then maybe some more when I get home. Gonna try to get all of my water in, my 5 fruits and vegetables per day, and all of that good stuff. I feel that wonderful "thing" you feel when you start something...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, now I'm ready to get my garden back in shape and work on my needlecrafts and this beautiful new lion hookrug that Mom bought me to keep my hands occupied. I'm starting over, how about you? You ready to start something great?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On that pleasant note, 3 days til Oscar! Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2983122140302925982?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2983122140302925982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2983122140302925982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2983122140302925982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2983122140302925982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-tutorial-and-usual-rant.html' title='A short tutorial and the usual rant'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2074108022957692368</id><published>2008-02-20T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:41:46.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just got word from Page Six that JLO has checked into the hospital...could today be the day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2074108022957692368?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2074108022957692368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2074108022957692368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2074108022957692368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2074108022957692368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/quickie.html' title='A quickie!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5604302014846568282</id><published>2008-02-18T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:18:01.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the "Stars"....really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, boys and girls, the list of "celebrities" that will be on the 6th season of "Dancing with the Stars" has been released and they are....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Carolla-radio personality &amp;amp; "Man Show" star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristan de la Fuente- uhmm...Spanish celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon Elizabeth-"American Pie" actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Guttenburg-"Police Academy"...remember him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario-no, not Lopez again...some singer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlee Matlin-"Children of a Lesser God"-Academy Award winning-*hearing impaired* actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penn Jillette-half of the funniest comedy duo *ever*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla Presley--the very plastic ex-wife of Elvis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica Seles-Trophy winning tennis star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Taylor-just some football player....roflmao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa Jaret Winoukur-Broadway's "Hairspray" actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi Yamaguchi-adorable skating star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really?! This was the best that they could do? I know that I'm going to end up watching...but I'm not sure why at this point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5604302014846568282?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5604302014846568282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5604302014846568282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5604302014846568282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5604302014846568282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/dancing-with-starsreally.html' title='Dancing with the &quot;Stars&quot;....really?!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2204549526045931023</id><published>2008-02-14T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:15:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day...y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially to Victor (thank you for my beautiful hearts! I love them..furry, colorful...oh! just like Victor..roflmao!)Sam &amp;amp; Dennis (hope you guys are taking care even though I haven't heard from you...hint, hint, hint)Denise, Jerrie,My wonderful T....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just saw the worst movie that I've ever seen in a theater. "Strange Wilderness", starring Steve Zahn, Justin Long, Ernest Borgnine. I didn't even sit through the entire movie. It isn't even worth seeing on Pay Per View...wait til it gets on HBO or Showtime. It's all full of getting high jokes and penises..or peni or whatever more than one of them are called. Now, I don't usually mind that kinda stuff....I looooved "Grandma's Boy" (most of the cast is in both movies) but this was just bad....Steve plays the offspring of someone like Marlon Perkins (a precurser of Steve Irwin, Jeff Corwin, those types of guys) but he knows nothing about animals and basically just gets high. Anyway, his show is on the verge of being cancelled and he finds out that his friend has a map to where Bigfoot is. Like I said, I walked out halfway through it so I can't really tell you if they find him or what the eventual hijinks entail, but you an always go to a sight like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themoviespoiler.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.themoviespoiler.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also spent some time at Target because ....well, John Cusack's "Martian Child" just came out on dvd and The Sims Castaway Stories game came out as well so you know what I just had to get. Anyway, I stopped in the doll aisle to see what they hold when I saw....America's Next Top Model dolls!! I kid you not! OMG! They have "before and after" shots ....but you know what I was looking for? The "Miss J" doll with a cheerleader outfit on top and boy parts underneath! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or how about removeable hair for the make-over show when at least one of the girls gets her head practically shaved. Or how about the same doll having a button that you can push that makes her cry...because the one who gets her hair shaved or cut really short is always the one who says "Oh, they can do just anything to my hair. I won't care." And is always the one that starts crying like a baby when they do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was also a Barbie with a couch....a couch! She had popcorn and a remote....how about the button that gives her the bigger butt because of all the tv she's watching??!! LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me? I bought an adorable lion backpack...yes, I know it's for kids but I couldn't resist! I also had to buy another Post -it dispenser because I think the one I had at work might have disappeared. And why wouldn't I be surprised? Because these are the same people that eat other people's lunches...and that's just sad....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So....find someone to hug...give someone an original compliment...do something good for someone that you might not normally think of doing...and smile because everyone needs one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2204549526045931023?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2204549526045931023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2204549526045931023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2204549526045931023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2204549526045931023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-especially-to.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day...y&apos;all!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5914176805764596036</id><published>2008-02-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:47:17.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby...who's got the baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see what pregnancy rumors are being sparked, shall we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The newest one today is Jenny McCarthy-could another Jim Carrey be on the way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could Fergie be carrying a black-eyed pea in her belly? Rumors of a moved up wedding date and a tiny baby bump are running amok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JLo is ready to burst any day now. Oh the joy....wonder how much she'll sell the first pics for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halle is also on her way, due next month but you never can tell. Here's wishing her a safe and happy delivery. They say that babies of diabetics are larger than normal...her poor little &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vajay-jay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5914176805764596036?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5914176805764596036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5914176805764596036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5914176805764596036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5914176805764596036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-babywhos-got-baby.html' title='Baby, baby...who&apos;s got the baby?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1359387521377578506</id><published>2008-02-12T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:57:03.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>File this under "WTF?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This just in from Perezhilton.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gary Coleman,40, one of the unlucky stars of "Different Strokes" has just married a 22 year old redhead. They've known each other for 5 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gary has made no secret of the fact that his is-or was- a virgin. Not necessarily by choice, just that no one got around to giving it up to the little guy. Even "Webster" is getting some nooky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"We may go a week and not speak to each other," he says, while she claims, "He lets his anger conquer him sometimes. … He throws things around, and sometimes he throws it in my direction." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uhmm...yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1359387521377578506?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1359387521377578506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1359387521377578506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1359387521377578506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1359387521377578506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/file-this-under-wtf.html' title='File this under &quot;WTF?&quot;'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3392473129649790651</id><published>2008-02-12T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:58:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's strike? What strike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So just a quick note (yeah, I know I always say that and then paragraph after paragraph!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Brother starts again tonight (C'mon Erika, let's discuss!!) If you are into Big Brother and reading this , you might want to stop by the  Galactic Cowgirl's Reality Ranch-it's a wonderful place to lurk and read and I guarantee that if you visit, you'll soon learn to love characters like "Anon 1 aka Colby" and "Mykl14"...so if you have a mind to, link on over to  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://realityranch.yuku.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://realityranch.yuku.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I've got Big Brother, Survivor, Lost, Eli Stone...yeah, I'm a happy little tv watcher again!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see Eli Stone in the list? Yeah, I'm a loyal watcher now. Although I can't imagine our Eli married to Angelina Jolie, I love him! And Loretta-who never ever fails to entertain. So yeah, I'm gonna keep watching...and you better too!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3392473129649790651?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3392473129649790651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3392473129649790651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3392473129649790651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3392473129649790651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-strike-what-strike.html' title='Writer&apos;s strike? What strike?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-9152935917545916941</id><published>2008-02-11T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:03:52.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, You're gonna need a bigger boat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sad RIP to Roy Scheider,75, who died this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the celebrity front let's see who's in rehab this week...&lt;br /&gt;"Insider's" Pat O'brien checked into rehab...once again. You remember a couple of years ago when he was outted for those very steamy and, btw, icky voicemails he left on some female's cellphone trying to talk her into a 3-way with him and his fiance? OMG....yeah, he then went the celeb route and checked himself into rehab at that time too.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Eva Mendez (who has checked herself out again after just a few days-never a good sign) and darling Kirsten Dundst...Kiki, we love you and will always forgive you...I know it's hard that Jake has found a new love with Reese, but there are tons of good looking men that will love you for you!&lt;br /&gt;And of couse...Amy Winehouse...the biggest train wreck next to Britney! The reason I didn't watch the Grammys was because I figured she would win and why should we reward behavior like that? So, you won't see a recap of them on this blog. Nope...I say No! No! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, I'm back at work...the cough is down to a dull roar, I've got my tea with honey and cough drops so I was okay this weekend. They did have one of our newest team members sit with me on Saturday (and then he had to sit with someone else all Sunday , too) Now, he kept asking if everyone had to keep sitting with people and I had to tell him no, it was just him. So, knowing that you would think that he pay attention. But no. He told me a couple of times that just because he wasn't asking questions didn't mean he wasn't listening...but everytime I glanced out the side of my eyes at him he had his damned cellphone and was texting or reading a text! HELLO! What is so important in your life that you can't wait 2 dang hours til your break to do that?! I kept telling him not to do what the people around him might be doing....playing on the web, putting customers on hold to order lunch (or worse yet, to go outside and get their lunch), etc but do you think he listened? I say No! No! No! Again, it goes back to what I said a few weeks ago, these dang kids just don't take any job seriously these days. I've heard rumors of a girl on another team that doesn't take her first call til she's been logged in for 30 minutes to an hour! Gets away with murder because she's so close to her manager (who, btw, still scares the shit outta me ..even after a year and a half!) I just want to take my calls, sell as much crap as I can and go the hell home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask today, God...please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-9152935917545916941?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9152935917545916941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=9152935917545916941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/9152935917545916941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/9152935917545916941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-youre-gonna-need-bigger-boat.html' title='God, You&apos;re gonna need a bigger boat....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4930656052936914935</id><published>2008-02-08T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:20:54.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick is Not for Wussies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, unfortunately am a wuss.  I can't deal with being sick.  I'm so tired because I'm not getting more than 1 hour of sleep at a time because of the coughing.  I can't talk for very long....because of the coughing.  I've got a million medicines that I'm taking...because of the coughing.  I'm still trying to decide if I should chance going to work today....because of the coughing.  My nose is all icky so I have to breathe through my mouth which sets off....the coughing.  I'm still taking the pills with the codeine that sort of leave me a bit buzzed, but I must take them..because of the coughing.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really shouldn't have gone back to work last Sunday but I did it because I'm usually the only one on the phones from 7-8 and I didn't want to leave the company with no one there. What?! I cared about "the company"?! Yeah, I did.  Now, I really want to know why the hell someone is on the phone at 7 am to complain about a bill or to sign up for new service.  It's seven freaking a.m....on a Sunday.  Don' t you people know that you're supposed to sleep in? Don't you get your family up to go to church? What's the matter with you all?  But, I went...and spent every single hour going "Maybe just one more hour and I'll go home" the entire day.  I had coughing spells because I can't talk for long. I had to apologize over and over for putting my mute button on so that I wouldn't cough in someone's ear...and I think there may have been a few times where I didn't get to the mute button fast enough.  Then I saw that I had training scheduled for Monday, which is usually a good selling day--I need a good selling day--and I wouldn't want to miss a training schedule and not know what wonderous piece of system upgrade we were going to get. So I tried again on Monday...same coughing issues.  And there are times when it gets warm in the office. Do you know what warm does to coughs? It makes you hack up a lung, that's what it does. And the training room was warm (for a change) I tried to be quiet but it just wasn't working. I spent the whole day sucking down lozenges. As soon as one melted and I thought I was going to be okay, I would start talking and then....the cough...would come back.  I tried to get vacation days but there weren't any to be had.  I thought I could make it Tuesday...afterall, I had made it Sunday and Monday...but noooo....major setback...So I took it easy on my two days off...medicine, medicine and more medicine.  I went to bed somewhat early last night ....and tossed...and turned...and turned ...and tossed..."I will not look at the clock...I will not look at the clock"...Still sleeping sitting up  because when I lay down all the way it gets worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, here I sit....coughing between sentences...thinking maybe if I can just sleep today then I can do the weekend...and if I can do the weekend, then I can do Monday and Tuesday...I even packed my lunch for today already...but I don't think I'm going to be able to do it...rather take one more day now than have another setback and relapse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of medicine, what happened to Nyquil? Remember how you used to take it and it would be like a tranquilizer? You would be out for hours! I remember SNL had one of their commercials about it...about how it puts you in a coccoon until the sickness is gone.  Well boys and girls, it ain't like that anymore.  I think they took most of the alcohol out and replaced it with some Godawful flavoring (citrus? really?) It isn't stopping the cough....I've got Nyquil, Robittusson, the medicine the doctor gave me (who said to still take Nyquil), the cough drops, tea with honey....and still...the cough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm going to have to stop now cuz I'm hacking up another lung and my body just aches with the cough...so I'll go take some sleepy Nyquil and set my clock for another hour and then talk to the big boss lady and tell her that for the health and well being of my neighbors and my own safety (cuz I'm sure that they would all want to gag me to stop the coughing and then they would need to bonk me on the head to put me out of my misery as well as their own).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And I know that you are all thinking that I'm spending all of this time online and playing all the "cool" computer games butchaknowwhat? Not so much.  It kind of hurts my eyes and this is the longest I've been online at one time. I usually just check my mail, check TMZ and go...who wants to feel cute and sexy online when they feel like a big bag of goo offline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So Victor, I'll see you Monday...thank you again for the soup the other day, you are such a lifesaver! (the tart green ones!) Sam, don't know if you and D. are back, if so, I'll see you tomorrow. Denise...I miss you but trust me, you don't miss me coughing at your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4930656052936914935?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4930656052936914935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4930656052936914935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4930656052936914935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4930656052936914935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-sick-is-not-for-wussies.html' title='Being Sick is Not for Wussies...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2362280083965442847</id><published>2008-01-31T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:26:19.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz ya gotta have Faith....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As bad as I felt while writing the last blog....well, times that by 100 and you've got me today. Went to Dr. Brandy who said that I have an upper respitory infection and has given me some cough medicine with codein and something to spray up my nose as well.  I can hardly talk...I have to scream to be heard and the cough medicine really isn't working...however, I wanted to get this in before Victor did his tomorrow morning....&lt;evil&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the wait is finally over for Lost, even though we only get about 8 episodes. Was it worth the wait.....hmmm...I think the jury is still out on that one.  It had a lot more of the "fast forward" than the last one of Kate &amp;amp; Jack but it's given us a lot more information.  We now know that there were 6 who left the island ("I'm one of the Oceanic 6", my darling Hurley screamed) So, we know that Jack, Kate and Hurley left...so who do you think the other 3 are? I'm thinking Sun and Jin because she knew that if she stayed on the island, she and her baby would probably die in childbirth. That leaves one more....Desmond?....Juliette? This flash forward took place before the one with Jack and Kate and it was wonderful to see our darling Charlie there but boy does he have some 'splainin' to do.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was also some fake Oceanic commercial on during the new show "Eli Stone" (which I'll get to to in a second) I tried to make some sense out of it but I think I'm gonna have to watch it a few more times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, on to Eli. Now, I had high hopes for this show because of...well, George Michael.  I don't care about his sexuality or what he does in public bathrooms...I just love him! I've loved him since Wham! and I'll probably love him til one of us dies!  He is sooooo sexy...I remember being in the seventh row at his Faith concert.  My friend Megan had gotten the seats and I paid an arm and a leg for mine.  She made this hugeass sign and we were trying to hold it up and it kept falling and I couldn't see his face but when I finally gave up holding it....I swear I looked up to see him laughing at me.  (Yeah, yeah, how could he see us in the seventh row? Hey, don't rain on my parade!)  She was even more into him than I was! We even had a George Michael cake made for her birthday! Omg...I wonder what she's doing now?  She was a wild one....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway...I'm gonna have to keep watching Eli to get my bearings on where I stand with him. I love Loretta Devine and Victor Garber, so it has that going for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, my meds are starting to take effect and I'm tired of coughing and trying to type at the same time.  So....Sam &amp;amp; Dennis  I don't remember what you guys look like ! Hope you're feeling well...Victor, I beatcha! Jerrie...well, I'm not coming into work tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2362280083965442847?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2362280083965442847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2362280083965442847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2362280083965442847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2362280083965442847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuz-ya-gotta-have-faith.html' title='Cuz ya gotta have Faith....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1509871554288589653</id><published>2008-01-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:11:38.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and Listen, Will Ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I wrote most of this last night but since I feel like shit-coughing and a throat so sore I could hardly swallow-I did 2 alka seltzer cold shots and then melted into oblivion--only to wake right up at 2 am...blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I get to work and find that what our customers think of us now affects how much money I get in my commission. WTF?! And apprently I pissed a couple of them off. Let me just tell you this, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Customer-If you read the Customer Service rules, you wouldn't have a need to even call. And--if you would just shut up, I really wouldn't have to interrupt you. I do not work at Burger King-you can't have it your way. The Customer isn't always right these days. Deal with it. As we hear so often these days (and I've been hearing and saying it since at least 2000 when it was told to me by a really great manager) *It is what it is* And if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Be sure to read *all* of the print on an ad before calling me. It's not your job, you say? Yeeeeeah it is....you are a consumer...buyer beware and all that crap. Is a mad customer going to stay mad through an entire call? Not necessarily. I had one lady screaming at me because something in her service wasn't working and was pissed off because she wanted credit for something that she isn't charged for (kind of like someone asking for credit for a sesame seed on the bun of their burger-everyone gets them...we can't remove it) *Until* I pushed a little button, she restarted her equipment and then everything worked the way it was supposed to (yah know I'm trying to give you as few details as possible about where I'm working--don't worry, when -yeah okay, *if*- I ever get fired, you will see it spilled all over this blog!) Then the Wicked Witch of the West turned into...well, let's just say she meeeeellllllttttted. Became this fawning, more annoying lady who couldn't tell me how happy she was with me and the service and everything. Pick a personality, lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could lie better. When giving my extension, I miss a number or give one of the numbers wrong but you know what? I can't. It's just not in my nature. I usually don't like giving it out because it gives that person the idea that we are their personal account representatives. Now, there are times when it's an issue that I know I can fix...and no one else has taken the time to. *Then* yes, I'll give it to you...but better to wait for me to call you so that I know my part is done. I did help this one kid (under 30) and gave him my extension. After that...I shit you not...he called me every freakin' week to ask questions. Not to buy any additional services but just to ask stupidass questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not forget those older people that are pissed off that they have to push 1 for English when they call or that some of the services they receive may contain some Spanish...stuff. They tell me "But this is America"...yep, it is...America, the Melting Pot. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free". We ask them to come over and then whine when they don't assimilate to our culture? I'm one of those who feels if you don't like it here, leave. See how much you're going to be loved in other countries. People say you should respect the President--you can respect someone without blindingly believing everything they say and following their every command. I can love people who work for a company but not respect the lunkhead who runs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gone off on some wild tangent that probably has to do with the meds so I'm just gonna stop here. All of that work stuff has gone to my brain which is hurting from being so freakin nice to people today. I think it's a stress issue....being so nice is just too stressful for me...yup, that's the ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Y'all...I am outtie like a bellybutton!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1509871554288589653?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1509871554288589653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1509871554288589653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1509871554288589653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1509871554288589653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/shut-up-and-listen-will-ya.html' title='Shut up and Listen, Will Ya?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3944047919975691355</id><published>2008-01-27T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:51:39.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award Show....Shaward Show.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I *was* going to write about the SAG awards. Afterall, they may be the only awards show we get to watch this season. However...no one and nothing I liked won anything so who the hell cares?  Brad was there with darling Angelina (wearing a loose and flowing dress just to fuel those pregnancy rumors!)  You know that I was hoping that "Juno" won something...anything! "Best use of prosthetic belly"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm...so what went on this week in entertainment? Well, it was all Heath and Britney.  His death, while unfortunate, brought out all of the base instincts of the media.  What was he wearing? Who did the maid call? How many times? Where's his body? Is it true that Jack Nicholson warned him of the use of drugs and Ambian? Let the poor guy rest in peace. Like Frances Bean Cobain, little Mathilda Ledger is going to grow up with few memories of her father and most of those fed to her by her father's dear friends. (Although, Frances Bean is growing into a beautiful young lady...thankfully, she doesn't take after her mother that way)Hopefully when she reads about him, she will find only the good that's been written.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney....Ah, Brit....her little pap boyfriend is shopping videos of her around town...and even some of her voicemails.  With her permission, do ya think? Something just seems a little off to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work...well, work is work...That one person who keeps insisting on taking her phone into the bathroom and texting in a stall is still at it. A big giant ICK! to her. I can't even look at her now...all I see is her hands covered in poo.  We had a little power outtage due to the rain and she was the first one up and screaming in happiness....until the one sup there yelled for everyone not to scream!  I was cracking up so hard I almost fell outta my seat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I wanted to end this blog with a note or two about Second Life.  Lemme tell ya..for a free game, I have spent a nice chunk there! However, I've got tons of beautiful clothes to change into! If you read the blog when I first started and I said that my character looks like me? Soooooooo wrong! She's a cute thin little thing--I thought I made her thicker...but no..and now I love her too much to change her..  She's got big eyes and beautiful red hair that hopefully I'll be able to change the style of soon. Right now, she's wearing blue thigh high boots, a tight black leather miniskirt that is so short that when she sits down, she shows off Pandora's box to everyone! and a blue corset that pushes her boobs up almost to her chin! She also has a little pug dog from Men in Black....I kid you not...he has his little black suit and sunglasses and can fart 12 different ways! He also sings "I will Survive" among other tunes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So on that note, which I hope made all laugh just a little (oh yea, I added another rule to the Customer Service Rules) So be happy, healthy (hear that Sam &amp;amp; Dennis? Where the hell are ya?)  and keep the Faith....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3944047919975691355?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3944047919975691355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3944047919975691355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3944047919975691355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3944047919975691355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/award-showshaward-show.html' title='Award Show....Shaward Show.....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4172203533526367983</id><published>2008-01-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:31:03.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP-Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R5ZuLnOjE0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vac4mrpXg3E/s1600-h/thumb_gqheath8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158431568987099970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R5ZuLnOjE0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vac4mrpXg3E/s320/thumb_gqheath8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe that someone so young could be gone in just a second. My thoughts and prayers go out to his daughter, Mathilda.  I was a fan of his from "10 Things I hate about You" and "Brokeback Mountain".  I was really looking forward to seeing him in the "Dark Knight" movie coming out and had just seen the first preview last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4172203533526367983?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4172203533526367983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4172203533526367983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4172203533526367983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4172203533526367983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip-heath-ledger.html' title='RIP-Heath Ledger'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R5ZuLnOjE0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vac4mrpXg3E/s72-c/thumb_gqheath8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3321519612000387728</id><published>2008-01-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:07:48.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do you actually read this?'/><title type='text'>A rant..a rant...my kingdom for a rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, here's the rant I've been promising...it was written after I was asked to "babysit" another group of workers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get the feeling that most people think that phone customer service and sales is just a step or two above McDonalds ( please don't flame, am not putting the job down, just using it for comparison...so get your panties out of the knot they are in!) Young people (man, never thought I would use that phrase!) come in saying that they are only here while they finish school and get "real" jobs. Maybe that's why they treat this job like some sort of joke. They sit *on* desks instead of at them. They take cellphone messages and text messages while they are supposed to be helping customers and watching tv seems to be more important the the person on the phone that is -ultimately-making them money. I know, the people older than me probably think the same thing about my generation so what the heck am I whining about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter what I might say to the right--&gt; the truth is ....this *is* a real job. We do go through a lot of training (and because I've been doing this awhile, I've gone through *a lot* of training) So why are people trying to get away with so much shit? Is getting a customer to buy more services more important than screwing over your fellow worker? "But Tim (name changed to protect the guilty) told me that I would get *this* price!" " Why isn't my bill what he told me it would be? He promised." So while I'd like to say "Because Tim is a dick who lied just so he could make six bucks knowing he'll never have to talk to you again." What I *have* to say is "I'm so sorry that he misquoted the price" ...and then have to listen to this idiot whine and berate *me* for half an hour (see the cutomers service rules for more info on what happens during that time ) before I have to try to sell this person even *more* stuff! I'd like to think I've got just a bit more sense than that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, while I might not have to put on a suit and I don't have meetings in a boardroom, this is still a job a job I've done forever and a job that I like to think I do really well. Does it piss me off? *Have you not been reading the blog?* But sometimes it's the people around me (well, not really *around* cuz I've got Victor, Sam and Angella around me) that piss me off more than the job. I'm not saying that you can't have fun...don't get me wrong...I love being able to laugh with Sam &amp;amp; Vic...but you don't have a meltdown just because someone moved something on your desk. You don't even look at your cellphone til you are on break. You don't eat food while on a call. ..okay, anymore of the "you don'ts" will possibly bring some sort of bad karma down so just suffice it to say that, while I'm not here to be anyone's mother....just use some of the sense that God gave you, you numbskulls!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've added a couple of fun links to the side since it's getting a bit wordy and needs some fun...besides, I'm upset that Gene Simmons got booted from Celebrity Apprentice...just threw it away....I get the feeling he really didn't want to be there anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So what are you waiting for?? Click the links! Hurry...Now...yes, now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3321519612000387728?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3321519612000387728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3321519612000387728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3321519612000387728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3321519612000387728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/ranta-rantmy-kingdom-for-rant.html' title='A rant..a rant...my kingdom for a rant...'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-6175069974692769462</id><published>2008-01-17T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:45:48.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words are an aphrodesiac'/><title type='text'>Is George Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the big news now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathew (I don't own any shirts) McConaughey and his girlfriend are expecting a baby! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brit and her paparazzi,married boyfriend were spotted at a Rite Aid looking at prenancy tests! (however, upon closer inspection it looks like it might have been a set up...just too perfect)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eddie Murphy and his loveley Traci Edmonds, who just had a beautiful tropical "wedding" (not legal, but very spiritual) have announced that--not only are they not going to be legally married in the States, but they are also breaking up.  I'm thinking that there will be a new woman shortly for Eddie.  He seems like the kind of man who just doesn't like to be alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I've been spending hours and hours on Second Life (thank you soooooo very much Sam). You'd think I'd know more....but no...so, I did what I do best. I bought books about it. You would't believe how many books there are about Second Life! There is, of course, the "Official Second Life Guide" which tells you what the makers want you to know and there's also the Dummies' Guide (Is there anything that those people haven't written about????) , also the "How to do Everything" guide--they have tons of those to help people as well.  So, the good news is,  since there are ways to just sit and do nothing on SL, I have time to read to my little heart's content!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of the Dummies books, did you know there was a "Blogging for Dummies"? Yes, you know that I just had to check. I've got Dummies books galore because ...well, they're easy to read and understand. I've got them for gardening, aquariums, dieting, excersizing, yoga, resumes, cooking, investing...you can tell what I'm into that month by the Dummies or Idiot's guide to book on my desk. On my desk? Heck...I've got a million books *on* my desk, *under* my desk...in my car, my purse....you name a place or room and there's a book that I'm in the middle of! &lt;roflmao!&gt; You'd think that I would be spending a lot of time at the local library. But do I? NO! Even though it's a block away, I have never set foot in my local library. What kind of a reader am I...well, I'm the kind of reader who goes to the bookstore every week. Just like the videophiles who get the videos every Tuesday when they are released, I stop by my local Borders. I like Borders better than Barnes &amp;amp; Noble because...well, they don't charge for their card.  But B&amp;amp;N usually has a better selection if you're looking for a book older than a few months.  The place wasn't so great today...there were only 2 types of books out...diet/excersize (cuz it's still the beginning of the year and everybody's still working on those New Year's resolutions) and Valentine's Day books...oh yeah! and books about politics.   Let's just get the voting over with and get Hillary in the big White House so we can see how purty Bill looks standing behind her!! I  admit it, I love Bill...he's a man's man and a woman's man....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that lovely and controversial note I shall bid you all goodnight. Goodnight Sam (hope you guys are feeling better...best wishes and prayers to you both) Goodnight Victor, Goodnight to all of our new blog readers, whoever they may be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And of course....Goodnight Mooooon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-6175069974692769462?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6175069974692769462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=6175069974692769462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6175069974692769462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/6175069974692769462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-george-next.html' title='Is George Next?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-8350062134161958169</id><published>2008-01-15T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:10:57.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I missed you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>AI anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woo Hoo...American Idol is back tonigh! Finally something to lure me away from WoW and Second Life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-8350062134161958169?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8350062134161958169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=8350062134161958169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8350062134161958169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/8350062134161958169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/ai-anyone.html' title='AI anyone?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4668453747296435428</id><published>2008-01-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:50:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Golden Globes...uhmm...maybe not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Well first of all, I moved the rules of calling customer service to the front page because I think everyone who looks at this blog should read them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Secondly...The Golden Globes...in a way, the hour-long broadcast was better because it got everything out of the way nice and early. Hooooowever...there really wasn't anyone that I cared about who won.  The movie about Edith Piaf? Who even saw it? Okay, so the people who voted for the Golden Globes saw the actress. Anyone else?  Hands? Do I see any hands..uhmm..nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really glad that it wasn't on this year. I'm just sorry for Rumer Willis who was going to be Miss Golden Globes this  year...yeah, sucks to be you, don't it? And poor Steven Spielberg who didn't get his honorary award this year so they are saving it for next year. Yeah, like *that's* a bright idea. Thinking of the awards and the fact that Sweeny Todd won..I think just Johnny Depp...anyway--there were these youngsters at work today talking about movies and the one girl stands up and goes "It was a musical! " Like it was done all in the nude or something.  Don't they know that it's based on a play? Don't they read about it first? Oh yeah, I forgot..it's the lost generation ...they don't know how to read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    I'm getting a whole blog entry together about the idiots they have hired at work.  Not even that they aren't very smart...they don't *aspire* to be any smarter.  They don't care about the job they are hired for...ah well...you'll get an eyeful either tomorow night or tuesday night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     I went and bought 4 books on Second Life because I just know there has to be an easier way. It's the obsessive-compulsive coming out in me...if one book is good, 4 must be better! I found this cute little pet store on 2ndlife...I had to buy an owl (just for Mom) and even a tiny one that stays on my shoulder. I've named him Hootie.  They had penguins and meerkats and little monkeys...yeah, maybe I should open a Second Life Zoo? &lt;shrug&gt; nah, there probably already is one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so it's like 45 minutes past my bedtime...I tried to stay up for Sam but she's probably sleeping--which she should be doing and if you read her blog, you would know why (what do you mean you haven't read it? Follow the link...get over there before I send my owl to peck your eyes out!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big waves to Sam and Victor....happy gaming and blogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4668453747296435428?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4668453747296435428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4668453747296435428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4668453747296435428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4668453747296435428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-golden-globesuhmmmaybe-not.html' title='It&apos;s the Golden Globes...uhmm...maybe not!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2703068990283846513</id><published>2008-01-11T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:11:50.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies...Babies...everywhere ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats go out to....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole Richie and Joel Madden on the birth of their daughter -Harlow Winter Kate Madden (You know I am just loooooving the first name!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina Aguilera and her husband (whoever he is) on the birth of their baby (although the NY Daily News is saying that there were twins..nah)-they haven't announced anything but the birth but I'm sure the name is going to be as unique as they are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is  Max Liron Bratman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Courtney Thorne-Smith (of According to Jim, Ally McBeal, and Melrose Place) and her hubby who just welcomed a boy named Jake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so who do we think is next? Jennifer Lopez is still due, Lily Allen (yeah, I don't know her either) oh..and not to forget little Jamie Lynn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I'll be writing more tomorrow night, just thought I'd share the happy news...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! and my happy news....ready?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psych is back!!! On USA...woo hoo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, it's lame...but it's me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2703068990283846513?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2703068990283846513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2703068990283846513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2703068990283846513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2703068990283846513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/babiesbabieseverywhere.html' title='Babies...Babies...everywhere ....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-489689427034953608</id><published>2008-01-09T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:35:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All I see is pork swords"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That fabulous line is from the Indie movie getting all the attention this season--Juno. Now, normally I leave the movie stuff to Victor but I just had to put this good word in. This movie...it's indescribably good. I feel that this is better than last season's favorite child-"Little Miss Sunshine". In case you haven't heard about it (do you like the rock you are living under?) It's about a 16 year old girl, Juno (*not* after the city in Alaska), in a small town in Minnesota who gets pregnant by her best friend and decides to give the child up for adoption. Everyone's talking about the title character played by Ellen Page but I'm liking the character of Paulie Bleeker, played by Michael Cera from "Superbad"....he's her best friend/boyfriend and has the sadness of a lost puppy dog. You can understand why Juno would want to have sex with him. You can feel the "want" just rolling off of him....like when she tells him that he's cool without even trying to be and he tells her "Actually, I try really hard." Anyway, she wants to give the baby to a couple whose ad she find in the Pennysaver (!), played by Jennifer Gardner and Jason Batemen. The soundtrack is full of great songs mostly by artists I've never heard of, although there is some stuff by The Kinks and Sonic Youth (although to get the songs by those groups, ITunes requires that you buy the whole album). Yes, I would call it a total chick flick-it's funny and cerebral and cute and weepy at the end... but it's so worth the buzz it's getting ... what are you waiting for?! Go see it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a sad note, Hollywood's unofficial mayor has gone to the big movie screening in the sky. Johnny Grant (he's the old guy you see announcing the stars on the Walk of Fame) passed away. He was the Chairman of the Board of the Hollywood Walk of Fame and it's biggest supporter. Now, who will introduce those undeserving, untalented wanna-be-celebrities?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of untalented celebrities, Pam Anderson has filed, once again, for a divorce from current husband and Paris-ex, Rick Solomon. And that isn't even the most interesting part of this...saga. She's pregnant! O...M...G! Has she learned nothing from the Britney saga? Blah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh...and rumor has it that Xtina's gonna do the celebrity pre-scheduled c-section this weekend. Oh, the joy (can you feel the sarcasm? I knew ya could)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, dear readers, you have a wonderful day...*yes* I'm still thinking/working on getting a story ready but unless it involves the Orcs of WoW or the wonderful clothes found in Second Life, I don't see it happening this week..lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am outtie like a bellybutton, my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-489689427034953608?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/489689427034953608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=489689427034953608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/489689427034953608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/489689427034953608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-see-is-pork-swords.html' title='&quot;All I see is pork swords&quot;'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1222981646892832374</id><published>2008-01-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:13:56.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>And I'm supposed to care because.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I haven't written since New Year's...because I spend all of my free time at WoW and Second Life...but I'm sharing a great house and I've got some killer clothes..so I'm happy.  At least I was until yesterday....which is what this blog is going to be about (among other things, of course) There are a couple of golden rules when it comes to working...well, where we work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. *NEVER* argue or scream at the person you are going to need the most help from. Yesterday, "the blonde who shall not be named" was having a mental break-down because someone moved something on her desk.  They didn't take something ..they *moved* something. O....M....G!! Screaming up a storm at our dear ...J....who was trying her best to stay calm. You know ...talking really slow and trying to keep it down as "the blonde" just kept going on and on and on....Ya know, this is why there is a big "no ho zone" around our team. Who needs that kind of drama?  And do you think she is going to get as much help as she can get from J? Or do you think that she might be on the bottom of the list and get the least amount that can be given fairly? Hmm...let's think about that, shall we?   She later threw a mini-hissy when she didn't get helped as fast as she wanted ...BECAUSE THERE WERE OTHER PEOPLE THAT WERE BEING HELPED...I just want to ...I really just want to pull her by her short blonde ponytail and throw her outside...where I can really just beat her up...she makes me want to go off on her...just once. Can I? Once? Please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  There is no situation that is unique.  All of us have had something touched....and moved...and hell, just plain taken...from our desks. I bet when she was brand new (not so many weeks ago) that she did the same thing.  Ya know, if I had known at the time she was taking calls with me about what a prima dona and twit she was, I would have said something.  But I don't...I simmer and let it all get to me.   Why?  But, like the first sentence reads, there isn't something that you have experienced that we haven't all , at one time or another, had happen to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so this is like week 1 million of the writer's strike and tv has dwindled to almost nothing new and then last night a new show started  "Cashmere Mafia" --written by Darren Star, of Sex and the City.  I have watched SatC...I have loved Sex and the City.  You, Cashmere Mafia, are no Sex and the City (yes, in the spirit of the Iowa Caucus, here's your political homage) Lucy Lu is the big name...and while I loved her on Ally McBeal..and she's great in small doses, this is not a show she can carry.  Tom Everett Scott was in last night's episode (someone give him a great show of his own...he isn't aging as well as his "That Thing You Do" co-stars like Tom Hanks so he's only got a couple of good years left) so you know I had to watch..but it's gonna take a heck of a lot for me to keep watching.  It's more like Desperate Housewives and the City. ...without  the charming houses. There's the 4 good girls and the 1 bad neighbor, all the guys are just on the edges and basically stupid--having affairs, or letting the women do every single thing.  There was even the slutty blonde nanny (remember Lynette's nanny that her husband was sort of lusting after?) It's all be done before...and much better.  There's a show just like it starting either this week or next with Brooke Shields carrying it. God, I hope it's better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'll talk more tv later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I'm off to the dungeons...work, not WoW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TaTa for now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1222981646892832374?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1222981646892832374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1222981646892832374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1222981646892832374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1222981646892832374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-im-supposed-to-care-because.html' title='And I&apos;m supposed to care because.....?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-1065961133640935541</id><published>2008-01-01T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:38:28.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y&apos;all'/><title type='text'>I Spent my New Year with a man with no Penis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;You know you wanna read more! Okay so I get off work at 4 and by 4 45 I'm immersed in the mythical world of WoW. I've been trying to learn stuff on my own and just got the 2 strategy guides (now, if I can only take the time away from the game long enough to read it!)&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to find my way around and not die too many times --even though it's pretty cool. I played for a few hours online...even though *someone* (who probably should be named but I won't name him cuz his imaginary girlfriend might beat me up)kept bugging me ...."are you on?...are you on?" Then, I get this message ...which always freaks me out cuz it's so unexpected..and so is Dennis..his shape always throws me off, but no matter what shape or character he is, he's always nice and sweet. So he helps me get my "imp"...a little gremlin looking thing that looks like he's always on fire. He's there to fight with me. He's got some name...I named him after the nosiest/most talkative guy in the office. He's a pest, but there to help me if I need it! And, when I stand still and he's right next to me, he looks like he's humping my leg...so he lives up to his name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, I figured I would play til 11 30 and then slip over to a party over on 2nd life..There are supposed to be all of these dance clubs and strip clubs (yeah, I admit it, wanted to see what a ....virtual naked man looked like)So I log on and pull up a list of the most popular places. Now, I don't know if it was because it was New Year's or what, but everywhere I went there were only like 5 people there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So ....I found myself at this...resort, I guess you'd call it. There were places that said to sit, but basically put you in a sex position. I'm sitting on the beach and this guy comes over and starts chatting with me. He had a body like a Ken doll. Flat down the front, boys and girls. So he's like "You're cute"..and his second sentence was asking me if I wanted to ...well, you know men. My comment to him was ..."but you have no penis" (roflmao!) and he said something about me not being able to see it...so I say again..."but you have nooooooo penis"...and then do the action to point and then to laugh...so then I kept walking away and he kept following me...kind of like my little imp, trying to hump by leg. I had to actually leave the resort and go back to the cute apartment that Sam has gotten (and for what I'm so very thankful for and trying to make it up to her for) Now, who says that video games aren't based in reality??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I bet you think you're going to see a list of New Year's Resolutions....okay, maybe some ....issues I'd like to fix about myself....so here goes.. (and yes, you'd better share yours too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. To eat healthier ....much more than I do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. To get at least 8 glasses of water per day ...preferably more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. To take my blood sugar readings and my meds like I'm supposed to, not just when I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. To be more organized ...at work, at home..a place for everything and everything in its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. To not spend *too* much time on the computer (yeah, right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And if you haven't read Victor's funniest movie list...well, why the heck haven'tcha? Me? I'm wondering where "Love Stinks" and "Better off Dead" and "Gross Pointe Blank" are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So....to Sam, Dennis, Victor, Denise, Jerrie, some male supervisor, Daroo, the really cute guy, Mom, Dad, and anyone else out there who is reading this (Kevin Smith? you out there?) I want to thank you for making 2007 a really great year and here's a toast to 2008...may it be even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-1065961133640935541?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1065961133640935541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=1065961133640935541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1065961133640935541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/1065961133640935541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-spend-my-new-year-with-man-with-no.html' title='I Spent my New Year with a man with no Penis!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-626874151872842033</id><published>2007-12-29T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:19:40.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Wow in my Second Life, I'm a Puzzle Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Now, who would have thought that after all of my whining and begging for my Wii that I would be spending more time on computer games than Wii? Now, that is not to say that haven't had a marathon Wii session, but lately I've spent more times in Puzzle Pirates (I'm an officer! on a Ship!) and in Second Life (still haven't found the strip clubs, though) So now, Sam's got me into Wow (World of Warcraft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, at worldofwarcraft.com, you can download the game and get a 2 week free trial. *That's* the good news. Sam says it just takes a couple of hours to download...a couple? Try 13!!! Yes, folks, you read right....13 freakin' hours to download...I slept through most of it....yes, it was on a dsl line (why, you ask...how about "she who does not pay, shall not have a say"?) *Then* when it was finished at 5 45 this morning, it had to download patches...which were still downloading when I left a half hour later. So, I come home only to find that it needs to download some more stuff. However, even with all of this mess, I've ordered the expansion pack...1 business day delivery even...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Okay, I was going to put in my list of pet peeves butcha know what? Most of them got covered by the Rules of Customer Services (I have every rule violated at least once, every single freakin' day!) so I thought I would change it to my pet peeve of the week... today's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bathroom cellphone use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;OMG people...why would you use a phone in the restroom? I don't care whether it's talking or texting..it's just nasty!! Do you know about the germs there??? Bacteria?? EWWWWWW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;why don't you just wipe your ass with your phone? And to go into a stall...and then come out and not even wash your hands because you think all you did was talk/text? I can't even describe the ickiness factor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So glad to get that out of my brain...it's been bugging me for weeks since someone on our team did it... I can't even look at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, from the sounds outside my door, it seems that Dad is playing with the burp machine Mom got him...he already had the fart one at work...how old are my parents again? (oh yeah, the younger they are, the younger it makes me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Speaking of which, I'm sending out a big &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to mom....woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, there's a Sex in the City marathon on TBS, so I'm gonna take a break....yes, the story is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Blogging, gaming and bloodshed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-626874151872842033?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/626874151872842033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=626874151872842033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/626874151872842033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/626874151872842033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-in-my-second-life-im-puzzle-pirate.html' title='Wow in my Second Life, I&apos;m a Puzzle Pirate'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-7114665506123609117</id><published>2007-12-26T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:50:45.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It *is* finally over...only 364 days til the next one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Good morning, y'all...just thought I'd write a little somethin' before I go off to my after-Christmas sales...hope you all got everything your little hearts desired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, Monday I had a confrontation with "the blonde who shall not be named"... okay, to have a confrontation, both parties should be angry and since she didn't realize she was bein' "dissed", I guess confrontation just isn't the right word. Boys &amp;amp; girls, the girl has a brain like a whiffle ball! And the big new is...she just doesn't care. Doesn't care that the friend that she *does* have has told her not to stand by her desk because she's going to get in trouble. If you don't care that you are going to get your friend in trouble, what kind of a person does that make you? I would talk more about what I said and the empty look on her face when she heard it but maybe it's better heard in person. Her friend sat with us later on and said she didn't realize how many people didn't like the blonde until earlier this month. Glad to know we are not alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Okay, I'm off to go shopping but I'll be adding more later, so be sure to come back now, ya hear?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;p.s. @ 8 20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Okay, thought I'd take a break from WII (yes, I did get it for Christmas...although if I had known that they bought it back in November, it would have saved me a lot of whining, begging and pleading) to letcha know what happened yesterday. What can I say? A typical Christmas....Mom got this parrot thing that is the most annoying present *ever*! It's the one from Sharper Image so it has a remote and does more than the ones from Target and Walmart. It has motion sensors near it's eyes so every time you walk by it squawks "helllllo"...it also farts and says "excuse me"...in addition to playing some song and dancing to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My dad got an indoor remote control helicopter that he proceeded to crash about a million times, ran into Mom's head 2 or 3 times and basically scared poor Scarlett out of the living room. (I think I can hide the batteries!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ickiest moment goes to Mom who was in the middle of telling my brother how much she fell in love with what he was unwrapping...little did she realize that it was boxers and not the beautiful black hoodie with the dragons on it!! (ewwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I told her she'd never live that one down and threatened to put it in the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This year she made Dad wrap at least one of his own gifts! The good news is that we think she found everthing that she bought before the holidays. I guess we'll know in a few weeks when she comes up and shows us something she "found" for us! (rofl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My dinner was great (if I have to say so myself) although about an hour and a half later than it was supposed to be. I was going to take some stuff to some poor single men at work (thank goodness I didn't promise them anything) but we didn't eat til after they got off work anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, I got my WII (along with My Sims) and a dvd-rom player from my brother (Thanks, Dan)...I also got some wonderful Victoria's Secret lotions from Angelina (wow, guess I can use something from VS!) and from my Secret Santa-Willie, I got a beautiful rose colored chenille blanket (which is warm and comfy , although sheds worse than my cat!)and a box of See's candy-diabetic coma, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Also, from Victor, a cute magnet from San Fransisco --although I think it'll make a better bookmark (waving--Thanks Victor!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I also used up my "saving for a WII" money to pick up more games--The Sims2 Pets, Sims Castaway, The Simpson's Game and Carnival games...I had to turn it off just to get my brain back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm still on Second Life...I go in every night, trying to find new and different places. Last night I did a search for Gone with the Wind and found this cute little area with a shop selling some of Scarlett's dresses...it looks like a village out of "Little Women"...I walked around a bit, never ran into a soul. Maybe tonight I'll check out one of the nudie bars...(lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, dear readers, one thing I'm going to be adding in addition to the blog is a story blog (Yeah, I'm stealing the idea from Victor--so sue me!) I'm still afraid of someone stealing my ideas ...but I thought if enough people know, I could win any kind of libel case (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So...drink a glass of wine, relax by the warm fire and reflect on the past year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-7114665506123609117?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7114665506123609117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=7114665506123609117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7114665506123609117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/7114665506123609117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-finally-overonly-364-days-til.html' title='It *is* finally over...only 364 days til the next one!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-4258186491061614594</id><published>2007-12-23T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:12:05.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before the night before Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SantaAngel's Shopping list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. For Britney Spears &amp;amp; her sister Jamie Lyn--one of those nannies from Nanny 911&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and not just for their babies, but for the girls themselves! Also, a book on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etiquette from Emily Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. For Perez &amp;amp; Paris Hilton--a brain transplant so they can see how it feels to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live in the other's shoes (Can you imagine Paris as a fat girl with worse hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than she has now --not to mention Perez as a thin straight man?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. For Tom and Katie (I refuse to call her Kate...nope..she's on the top of my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wanna do" list..she will always be Katie) A few inches of height from her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to him so that he can finally have a woman his own size.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. For Posh &amp;amp; Becks-A one way ticket to Canada..cuz I'm sick of hearing about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. For Sean Preston &amp;amp; Jayden James-- a severe case of childhood amnesia so they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;won't remember anything that's gone on since they were born.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was thinking of adding a "book blog" to my little blog collection, but I'm not sure anyone would want to read it. Heck, I'm still surprised that people read this!I just finished Christopher Moore's book-The Stupidest Angel and once again fell in love with the writer. It's a funny, terror filled Christmas story with brain eating zombies who can't wait to get to IKEA, a talking fruitbat named Roberto, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;death and rebirth of Santa, and Raziel, the stupidest Angel from Mr. Moore's previous book--Lamb:The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Friend (which is a great read, no matter what religion you are!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, "You've Got Mail" is on so I can hardly even concentrate so I will leave you alone, dear readers ....I'm off to finish some last minute wrapping...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be well...remember to count your blessings (if you haven't seen Sam's blog, what the heck are you waiting for?!) You are my blessings for reading my ramblings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Holidays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-4258186491061614594?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4258186491061614594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=4258186491061614594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4258186491061614594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/4258186491061614594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-before-night-before-christmas.html' title='The day before the night before Christmas....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-475767495063980546</id><published>2007-12-23T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T05:52:07.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a preview of what's to come later....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Celebrity Christmas List....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Annoying Tip/Trick of the Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk amongst yourselves.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Have a great day shopping...or playing online games...or catching up on your sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-475767495063980546?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/475767495063980546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=475767495063980546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/475767495063980546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/475767495063980546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/quickie.html' title='A quickie!'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3422003969584207855</id><published>2007-12-21T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:29:54.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope or Horrorscope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;As some of you may know, I'm a believer in horoscopes. I believe that they may hold some truth about our day ...and yet, some days I believe that I twist them around to fit what happened that day. So imagine my surprise at today's horoscope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/gemini"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/gemini"&gt;Gemini (5/21-6/21)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of energy to meet new people, so if you are not exactly in the social butterfly mood, that's something the people in your life need to understand. If they are pushing you to go out or host another gathering, let them know right away that you are looking for a break in the action. It might be time to put your dancing shoes in storage and dig out that comfy blanket and pick out a nice juicy novel to read. Meet new people in a fictional world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;And I haven't even left the house yet! So, it kind of points me in the way of Second Life today, so maybe I will find a way to venture out of the lovely apartment and meet some people...probably fictional naked people, but it's a step, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Even though I go back to work today--it seems like I worked more on my days off than I do when I'm actually at work--I'm praying for a good day...well, I've got to be on the phone so it kind of shoots that down...but it's worth a shot. Just 4 more days to go before my little 3 day vacation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy blogging, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3422003969584207855?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3422003969584207855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3422003969584207855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3422003969584207855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3422003969584207855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/horoscope-or-horrorscope.html' title='Horoscope or Horrorscope?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-377628022019692499</id><published>2007-12-20T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:29:12.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it January 2nd yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I think I mentioned about ten days ago about how I was ready for the holidays to be over. Yup, still at that same spot. Everyone's rushing around and making me rush with them. I have so many ideas of things I want to do ...and most of it just goes to shit. I can be a bit of a perfectionist at times (it's part of that OCD thing that pops it's ugly head up sometimes) and when something doesn't go right, it just throws off my whole day. You can sit there and say "Dena, don't let it bother you, it's okay." ...but it all sounds like "blah blah blah" to me. I'm overly emotional, very touchy these days. Trying to help everyone that I want to help and yet being pushed into doing things that I'm just ....too tired...to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just sit and learn how to play Second Life so that I can make something out of what Sam is trying to teach me. My second life is turning into too much of my first life...sitting on the couch, in a beautiful house (okay, apartment, so shoot me!) waiting for life to come to me. I'm too shy and bashful to say things to people that I want to. Too afraid of life and what it might bring. Too scared to hear the truth....or what I may be perceiving as the truth but it really isn't. (okay, waaaaayyyy too much paranoia in that sentence!) I'm not a patient person, although I'm trying my best to be...We live in a want it now/got it now society. My mom's words of wisdom today were "Don't push". I'm trying not to because I think I might have found something special and like looking at a beautiful lion figurine in the store, I'm afraid that if I reach out, I just might break it into a million pieces. To quote Baby Houseman "Me? I'm afraid of everything" " I'm afraid of never feeling the way I feel when I'm with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just ....too tired. Tired of always being happy...tired of always smiling because I know that people don't like to be around unhappy people. I'm waiting for some blonde bimbo (who, one of these days is going to have her picture on someone's blog) to say something so that I can just rip her a new one. I wish I had one of those boxing dummies. I need to get some aggression out because it's just driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, I'm going to go bake some sugar cookies for Sam &amp;amp; Dennis as sort of a thank you for the ride to the big party ...and for putting up with me and all that I am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;P.S @ 5 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh...and I finally figured out how to make this blog blue because blue *is* my signature color (my little homage to Steel Magnolias) and as you can see from above, I figured out that little exclamation point issue ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;6:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I don't even know if this post is going to last til morning...it may self destruct somewhere in the night.Afterall, who wants to read the bad, scary stuff? So if you come back and it's gone, it's because I came to my senses, pulled my head up out of the dark abyss it's in right now, pulled up my big lady underwear and dealt with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-377628022019692499?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/377628022019692499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=377628022019692499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/377628022019692499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/377628022019692499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-january-2nd-yet.html' title='Is it January 2nd yet?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-5875116632490203099</id><published>2007-12-19T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:00:54.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebritney junk....</title><content type='html'>OMG you guys! Did you hear that Brit's *16 year old* sister is pregnant??!!!Whatthehell??? Now, I used to think that Brit's boys might be better off with her parents but after that bit of news...no way! You would think that the little girl would learn from her sister's mistakes...yeah, she learned that you get a lot more publicity if you're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'll think of more junk later...read on for better stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waving Good Morning to Vic, Sam &amp;amp; sinned...before I go back to bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;waving&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;waving&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-5875116632490203099?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5875116632490203099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=5875116632490203099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5875116632490203099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/5875116632490203099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/celebritney-junk.html' title='Celebritney junk....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-3156656950956675383</id><published>2007-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:48:42.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to "Make a Porno"?</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't resist the title...for those of you who may not know, I adore Kevin Smith (writer/director/actor--Clerks,Mallrates,Jay &amp;amp; silent bob strike back and my favorite, Chasing Amy)Well, he's doing a movie called "Zach &amp;amp; Mimi make a Porno" about these two friends who need money and make a "movie"...that sort of thing. Anyway, they are looking for extras and holding kind of an open casting call..Here's info from his blog &lt;a href="http://silentbobspeaks.com/"&gt;http://silentbobspeaks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you wanna be an extra in “Zack and Miri Make a Porno”, here’s how to do it…&lt;br /&gt;1) Take two pictures of yourself: headshot and full body shot (clad, please).&lt;br /&gt;2) List your personal details: age, contact info.&lt;br /&gt;3) Mail that motherfucker to…&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Be in “Porno”!Nancy Mosser Castingattn: Katie Shenot239 Fourth AveSuite 1217Pittsburgh PA 15222&lt;br /&gt;4) Wait for response.&lt;br /&gt;Helps if you live near Pittsburgh, but if you’re willing to travel from other parts of the country, then you’ll definitely be considered (however, you’ve gotta spring for your own travel/hotel stay, naturally). And in case you’re thinking “I’m gonna get RICH off this mug!” lemme reality check you: the gig pays minimum wage (which breaks down to about $57.20 for 8 hours). But if you don’t care about the money and just want an experience you can tell people about for years, then send us your deets now!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you on set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pay *them* to be able to be around Kevin and Seth Rogan...how great was he in "Knocked Up"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was up til 11 15 (wayyyyy past my bedtime) making cookies and fudge for our team Christmas party and feel like sleeping for a week! Thanks to everyone who ate the cookies and I'm sure I'll be making more before the big "C"....especially sugar cookies for a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have any special requests, I'm ready to take them...and as much as I adored the special peanut butter cookies that Denise made just for me, my cookies are full of real sugar and real butter...(really hope my doctor isn't reading this...though I don't each much of what I cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Customer Service Rule #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told you it would be revised every once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please stop asking us how we are ..we really don't care how you are and you make us politely ask you after you ask us. Just start talking and whining about the problem so that we don't have to "mute" you (see previous posts about what happens when you are muted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when you tell us "please don't take it personally"...we know that you mean for us to...Just like "Ma'am" means "bitch"...so Ma'am, of course I won't take anything you say personally...and we will definitely make sure you are the first appointment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pet peave of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk about my soap opera watching much but I'm a huge fan of General Hospital ...have been since before Luke and Laura got married . If you haven't seen it you have got to...if only for one Maurice Bernard...I would love to just squeeze those dimples off of his.....face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R2iCkXOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/K_xmyIeWPr0/s1600-h/lmbpb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145506135492727602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R2iCkXOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/K_xmyIeWPr0/s320/lmbpb9.jpg" width="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway...this holiday season, they have killed off one of the sweetest little teenage girls--Lindze Leatherman's Georgie Jones....on the verge of a cute relationship with the computer geek Spinelli...ex of the gorgeous Dillon (Scott Clifton). I just don't see why ....even if she really did want to leave...that they couldn't just let her walk off into the sunset. It's just too sad to think about...Who is going to be one of the hospital's Christmas elves? Since they killed Alan Quartermain earlier this year, who's going to read the Christmas story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that...I had this idea for a questionnaire....an "I want to get to know you better and see if we can co-exist" questionnaire....so,dear readers, what questions would ask a potential...."whatever"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I seem to have come up with a case of bloggers diarrhea and just run off at the mouth...or the fingers, as it may be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun shopping, blogging, gaming...or whatever floats your boat today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-3156656950956675383?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3156656950956675383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=3156656950956675383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3156656950956675383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/3156656950956675383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/want-to-make-porno.html' title='Want to &quot;Make a Porno&quot;?'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mollly%26me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R2iCkXOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/K_xmyIeWPr0/s72-c/lmbpb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574860689630486097.post-2394627414112573759</id><published>2007-12-16T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:10:07.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how things change....'/><title type='text'>T's other Angel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R2XMAHOjEyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6YOJxb0hwg/s1600-h/Daddy_N_Little_Tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144742451652793122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/R2XMAHOjEyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6YOJxb0hwg/s320/Daddy_N_Little_Tiger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I just had to share a picture of my "T" (name not shown to protect the innocent) and his smaller angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't she just so precious? It's after their blackbelt ceremony, if you can believe that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, just thought I'd share real quick..I'm off to take a nap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/574860689630486097-2394627414112573759?l=scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2394627414112573759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=574860689630486097&amp;postID=2394627414112573759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2394627414112573759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/574860689630486097/posts/default/2394627414112573759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarlettsheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/ts-other-angel.html' title='T&apos;s other Angel....'/><author><name>The Scarlett Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02516045493296742514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UodJckpci60/SrGIVeCdBPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XUIjV0XZj6w/S220/mo
