<?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-1683348892209969128</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:47.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of E</title><subtitle type='html'>Just Here to Blog and Have fun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-4358451568011114157</id><published>2008-03-31T01:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:32:14.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of Bryan My Brother. October 4, 1979 to March 31, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i103/EllorionsAngel/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bryan5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i103/EllorionsAngel/Bryan5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today makes it four years since you left this world. It has not been easy. I have missed you everyday. You were taken from us far too soon when things were just falling into place in your life. You had a Fiancé you loved more then ever. You were about to be promoted at your job. You were going back to get your GED. You were truly happy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still question God as to why he took you that early morning in March 4 years ago. I know I will never get an answer as to why. I can only think that you were better off as an Angel to watch over us then to grace us with your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to that day I found out. Justin had just left to go back to work after his lunch break.  A knock came at the door I went to the door saying what you need to get to work. I opened the door and he was not standing there. It was a police officer. He asked for me. I asked him what he wanted. It was April Fools day so you never know. Someone could have been playing a trick on me. He said your brother has died in a car accident. I looked at him and asked which one I have three. He said &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bryan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I asked him if this was a joke. He said Sorry, but this is not a joke. He told me that Debbie wanted me to call her as soon as I could. So I got dressed and walked up to the Gas Station by my apartment. I called her. It wasn’t until I called Justin did I break down. It had hit me as I was calling him. I was about to tell him you were gone and that he would never get the chance to meet you. I am sure you two would have gotten along. You both like the same things. He asked where I was and told me to stay there. I melted into his arms when he got to me. I did not stop crying until we got back to the apartment to pack and head to Debbie’s. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kristin drove us up to Mom’s house for the funeral. We got lost. *Laughs to myself*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We called them to come find us and when they did. We all broke down. Dad and I hug for a very long time. They meet Justin. He kind of looks like you. So, I was not sure how they were going to take that. We followed them back to the house where they showed me pictures and the articles of your accident and the Obituaries. That night when everyone went to bed Justin and I stay up for a little bit. I was looking at your picture and went into some kind of trace. You were moving your lips saying I love you and shaking your head No. I was not sure what you meant by that. Justin said he was shaking me and trying to talk to me but I was not responding. After I came too he asked me if everything was ok and I told him what happened. We went to bed. The day of your funeral was a hard day. When I saw that dad had put on his hazard light on the top of his work truck in honor of you I cried. It was hard when I saw you in your casket you looked so peaceful. You hadn’t changed at all. I said my goodbyes and when the service stared I was gone. I was crying and just really upset. I saw that you put out the candle to the right of your casket. Mom got up and read something she wrote and the song by Vince Gil was played. Everyone cried. We all missed you so much. We still do. On the way back to the house the limo driver almost got into an accident with all us kids in the back. Crazy driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just hope you knew that I loved you so much. We may have not got along all that well when&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you were a live, but I loved you and looked up to you. You were and always will be my older brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will always think of you when I smell Black and Mild Cigars; See a Ford Mustang or a 1994 Mitsubishi Eclipse and Dragons. The things you loved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all remind me of you as well as Mountain Dew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had planned on getting your in Memory tattoo today, but I can not. I am still not sure what I want. I know where I want it. =) I will most likely have a friend draw the tattoo. Not sure who. I had asked a co-worker, but he did not come through. I know I want butterflies in it, because you have sent me like two or three so maybe I will get that many in my tattoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will NEVER forget you. I love you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The One You Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;By: Me &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The one you love may die&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;They may live a longer life than you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;May lead down a different path&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;But you have to remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;That you will always have them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;In you heart and by your side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Just keep them close&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;And remember all the good times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;And even some of the bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;But most of all, remember how much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;You loved each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;They will remember you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;And stay close to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;TO help you through life’s journeys&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;They will be waiting for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;In Heaven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-4358451568011114157?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/4358451568011114157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=4358451568011114157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/4358451568011114157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/4358451568011114157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-bryan-my-brother-october-4.html' title='In Memory Of Bryan My Brother. October 4, 1979 to March 31, 2004'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-1153311415908761352</id><published>2008-01-17T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:32:21.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;WHOA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; It's been forever since the last time I posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; Well the end of last year was I think the worst it has ever been. I injured my back and also sprung my ankle. Right after a good little Thanksgiving get away to my Moms. Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; How I hurt it was I was getting out of bed and I heard a pop. I thought well that is not good. So I waited a couple of days then went to the ER. Which the day before I went I twisted my ankle. I had the worst experience with a hospital I have ever had. The damn Doctor was watching football when I was trying to explain what happened. He seem very uninterested in what I or Justin had to say. So he had them do X-Rays on my back and my ankle. He was going to do anything about my back, but I demanded that he take X-Rays just to be safe. So the Nurse takes me to X-Rays. I get there and the Tech leaves the damn door open while he gets me on the table and only closes it a little when he starts. At this point I was livid. So I am on my side and a freaking guy walks through saying laughing mind you " You busy?" No you damn idiot I am not laying here. So they finish he takes me back. There is a male nurse watching football waiting for me to return to splint my ankle. He does that and turns off the TV and walks out the room. The nurse comes back gives me pills and tells me to get dressed. As Justin helps me to get dressed, he fills me in on what the doctor has to say. Yes, I did not see him after the first time. He told everything to Justin. So now Justin and I were livid say we are NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN! So I go home and more shit hits the fan not but two weeks later. My job calls me telling me they can no longer hold me job for me. So they are telling me I have to resign. At first I was like no freaking way am I going to resign that is not far. They pulled the well we can because you have not been employed here for a year, even though technically I have! They just don't count the first three months I was there. So,I took a week to think about it before I turned in the letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; Thank God that I have Aflac. It is helping so far. I haven't gotten the big disability check yet because my ex-employers are being a**es about dates. There saying my termination date was 2 days before I hurt my back. Well I have been in close contact with my Aflac agent, so he knows all that has happened. So that make it three weeks after it happened that I resigned. So I am waiting for that paperwork to get straighten out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; So, I am out of a job and have a herniated disc in my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; My Step-Moms calls and asks if I would like to watch her house for her while she and my Step- Brother are in New York for Christmas. I said what the heck I need the money. So Justin and I went over there the Saturday before Christmas. Because he had to work Christmas Eve I was alone for Christmas, we did not have the money for to keep coming across the state. Same deal for New Years. I was a little depressed. My Step-Mom and brother got home New Years Eve so I wasn't alone for that. =D I used her pool while I was over there to help with my back. It has help I am feel a little better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; Justin and I decided that it is time to move out of this Crap Hole of an apartment we are in and move four hours north to Palm Coast where my Mother and my Family lives. So the end of February is when we have to be out by. So that is what is on are plates now. FUN! I hate moving, but this is going to be a good one. I hate it down here and I am missing watching my Niece Bella grow up. She will be a Year on February 3. I can't believe it has already been a year. She has been through a lot in a year. She had eye surgery to correct premature eye muscles in her left eye. Now that all that is taken care of things like crawling, walking and talking have improved. She has seven teeth and boy does she have an attitude like her Mommy I hear. LOL She is so beautiful! I love her to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt; Well I think that is a good enough update on my end.  Love and Hugs to you all!&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/1683348892209969128-1153311415908761352?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/1153311415908761352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=1153311415908761352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/1153311415908761352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/1153311415908761352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-1752253228803208380</id><published>2007-09-19T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:28:11.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to RANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok let's see where to begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First I should tell you what I do. I work in a call center I use to be a Call Center Agent(Customer Service Rep) taking catalog order for a company called Boden. Good company, good quality products and very nice people in general.  I have recently in the past 2 or 3 months been moved over to doing returns for the company. I like doing can get aggravating, but I like doing it. Well I just had a sit down with Monster B( I will call my boss this.) and My Supervisor( Love this women, she is really nice and helpful) Monster B told me that she didn't think I was doing a good job and that she is going to give me a week and we will see what happens. Ok, I can deal with that. Well I already know that I can not increase my work load by double in a week. I will be moving on to Admin work as they call it. Which includes calling people about there credit cards declining and not be able to be charged at all and they have the clothing. Which I will not mind doing, Monster B thinks I will be good at it, she tells me I have a great voice for this, kind and caring she tells me. LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So, for the past month I have done nothing good enough for her. One thing she didn't put on her sheet was the time I did over 300 slips(we have to do 420 slips a day, Mind you this is my first data entry job. I think I am doing damn good!) I over look that because if you correct this women oh man. She won't have it.  I remember going up to her the day I did over 300 skips and saying," I did really good today, I did over 300 slips" she says,"Still isn't 420".  I was thinking "Damn, I am new at this, That's not doing good?! A little credit here would be nice!" I just can't stand her period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onto what happened yesterday and then what happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, So yesterday the other new girl (which I am compared to, even though Monster B says she does not. I have heard other wise.) and I get into work she got there 2 hrs before me. she had made a good size dent in our work already. I was like good job! We went on about are business talking and doing are work. Then 2 hrs later the King of the Returns comes in(Our nickname for this guy, because of Monster B) He looks at C's (this is what I will call her) paper and says,"Damn what time did you get in?" She goes," 9 this morning". He seeing that she might just out do him today takes it upon himself to start taking more then one container at a time(Which is not aloud because of him!) Well C and I were not going to let that happen we both tell him to put them back and take one. Well he didn't at first until she got up to go tell someone. He put it back. Well C told the wrong person, she told the client, which was in from London on a check up visit. When Monster B got in M( My old Supervisor) told her about it, Not knowing that Monster B would get mad. Oh boy, now Monster B,C and M went  IN THE ROOM( The room where we here bad news). She basically told her that The King of Returns can do whatever he wants because no matter what  he does 8 or 30 containers he rocks. Even though if there are calls in que and we have to answer them, which means we can't be doing are work. He is the best in our department. So, we both were a little pissed off, L(my Supervisor) and  D (Other girl in the department) were not in to tell him like it is. So C ended up doing close to 700 slips yesterday and left at 9:30 last night, I did 304 slips on top of other things I had to do ( counting the new work that came in which took me 3 hrs. We got over 2,500 slips of work in yesterday!) plus stayed tell 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now today. The Clients leave to go back to London. They are saying there good bye's and see you all in a few weeks.(They come like once a month!) As they are going along both of them stop at The Kings cubical and Monster B Brags about what he did the night before he did this amount of slips and he stay to help on the phone (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WHOA he took 4 freakin calls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ) Then as a group the rest of us got thanked for a good job. What Monster B doesn't do is  come and Brag on what C did. She did a damn good job for being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to the company! Nope The King hold the returns department together not the rest of us. We have a low error rate all the rest of us. We find his mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ALL THE TIME!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He so is not the king! Jerk! I just want to punch him and Monster B. Not fare to not show the New shinning star in the department. I hate bosses that Favor another person over everyone else. Not Fare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am not feeling good I have been up 3 times today to use the restroom. So I was handing her my paper and telling her I had to leave, she is like Why?! I said I don't feel good and I have been up and down using the restroom all day. That made me mad. I don't feel good and I don't want to be here. I am running a fever too. Not sure what is wrong. Everyone there is sick so...BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK done ranting now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to get that off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Sorry if there are grammar or spelling errors not to good at those kind of things.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much love and Cyber Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queen E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-1752253228803208380?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/1752253228803208380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=1752253228803208380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/1752253228803208380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/1752253228803208380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/09/need-to-rant.html' title='Need to RANT!'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8609545028409528272</id><published>2007-09-15T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:32:53.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile award.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ERIN%28C%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You make me smile award.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RuEtJc6sUhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NRJBw4h9AMg/s1600-h/MakeMeSmileLargebv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RuEtJc6sUhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NRJBw4h9AMg/s400/MakeMeSmileLargebv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107413092819292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeane Michelle Culp of &lt;a href="http://www.bindingink.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author"&gt; ndpthepoetress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gave this award to My Mom &lt;a href="http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sugar Queen's Dream&lt;/a&gt; and in return she gave it to me. Thank You Momma! I am honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Queen of E&lt;/a&gt;- she can make the saddest person happy just being her!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-8609545028409528272?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8609545028409528272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=8609545028409528272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8609545028409528272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8609545028409528272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-make-me-smile-award.html' title='You make me smile award.......'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RuEtJc6sUhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NRJBw4h9AMg/s72-c/MakeMeSmileLargebv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-6480110888424082217</id><published>2007-09-01T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:55:03.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is for My Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RqlEJYMTONI/AAAAAAAAALg/YgEo1nLIpo0/s1600-h/schmooze_award.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RqlEJYMTONI/AAAAAAAAALg/YgEo1nLIpo0/s320/schmooze_award.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091675781622610130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~~Sugar Queen's Dream is a Schmooze of a blog~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sugar Queen's Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Award was originally created by Mike of &lt;a href="http://thingsbymike.com/"&gt;Ordinary Folk&lt;/a&gt; and Danielle of &lt;a href="http://shopautodotcaseo.tripod.com/blogspot/bloggerblog.html"&gt;Pink Reviews&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;The Award was given to me by Tish at &lt;a href="http://chattiekat.com/"&gt;The Kat House.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Queen of E&lt;/a&gt; I am choosing the Queen of E, NOT because She is my Daughter. But because once you get to know her, you will find she is heaven sent. She is the biggest Schmooze around!! She is kind and thoughtful. She is loving and brings Joy. She went from being the middle child to being the oldest and has handled it very well. I love this Sweetie pie with all my heart and why not, there's lots to love about Erin.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This has taken me a while to post. My Mom gave this to me like months ago! LOL I am a slow blogger. Sorry Guys. I know I have a very small reading circle. For now I do believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thank You MOM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love you so much. You don't know how much. There are not enough words in this world to tell you how much I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You mean the world to me. We may not be as close as we use to be, but we will be soon enough. When I move up there we will have plenty of time to bond again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are my shinning light. I look up to you on how you have lived your life and how you live it now. You are the wind beneath my wings!,My role model and my Mother. I am so proud of you! You are a very talented women. I wise to be half of the person you are today when I am older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thank you for the life you gave me Mama. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-6480110888424082217?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/6480110888424082217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=6480110888424082217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6480110888424082217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6480110888424082217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-blog-is-for-my-mama.html' title='This Blog is for My Mama!'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RqlEJYMTONI/AAAAAAAAALg/YgEo1nLIpo0/s72-c/schmooze_award.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8350636657465116737</id><published>2007-09-01T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:14:55.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RtNIzM6sUTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lBPpe74w_jg/s1600-h/santaglasses_215.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RtNIzM6sUTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lBPpe74w_jg/s320/santaglasses_215.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103502847218831666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Santa has created the Best Meme Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                       Santa Claus has created the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://santasmailbox.blogspot.com/2007/08/santas-new-meme.html"&gt;best meme ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; because it's all about Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Christmas gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I have gotten some wonderful gifts, but my favorite one would have to be the last gift I got from My Brother Bryan. He gave me a Christmas Bear. You know the ones that have the year on the foot. I will cherish that bear for the rest of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best memory of Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One year Jessie and I had gone to bed early and we were sitting up talking when we heard something. We both looked at each other and we didn't have to say anything. We both knew what the other was thinking. We laid down and closed our eyes. We waited for a little bit and then, got up and went out into the living room. Our mouths dropped when we saw the tree and what was under it, Lots and Lots of presents and Dad was sleeping on the couch. LOL I am sure he was out there to make sure we didn't get up in the middle of the night for a peek. We hurried back to our bedroom and went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on where you live do you have a hot or cold Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All I have to say is I live in Florida. Rarely do we have a cold Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer to try the opposite weather at least just once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes!!!! I would love to have a white Christmas! I am sure one day I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you prefer in a tree? Fake or real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; REAL TREE all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Carol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hmmm..Lets see. I think I would have to pick Silent Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ham, Stuffing, Green Bean Casserole, Mashed Potatoes. Crescent Rolls *One of My Mommy's Dinners would be my favorite dinner!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a Santa Hat at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have before. I haven't in years I always plan to, but don't get around to buying one. I WILL THIS YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Have you ever seen me delivering your gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;No, I have not, but I do believe in you! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-8350636657465116737?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8350636657465116737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=8350636657465116737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8350636657465116737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8350636657465116737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/09/christmas-meme.html' title='Christmas Meme'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UAxXsB9ZUk/RtNIzM6sUTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lBPpe74w_jg/s72-c/santaglasses_215.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-7408577139985989353</id><published>2007-08-25T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:15:07.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juat wanted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;To let everyone that does read my blog,  I will post a new blog soon. &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/1683348892209969128-7408577139985989353?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/7408577139985989353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=7408577139985989353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/7408577139985989353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/7408577139985989353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/08/juat-wanted.html' title='Juat wanted....'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-6956236884135650107</id><published>2007-07-24T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:10:31.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I became an Aunt to my beautiful Niece Bella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I remember the Day My sister Jessie told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was napping and the phone rings, my boyfriend Justin picks up the phone and I guess Jess asked to talk to me, so he gave me the phone and I said " Hello" She said " Hi, Aunt Erin" I was like wait a minute are you trying to tell me something? She was like maybe. I sat up at that moment and said "YOU ARE PREGNANT AREN'T YOU?!" She said "YES!"I was like OMG! NOWAY! LOL I was so happy for her. I had a huge smile on my face. I told Justin he is going to be an Uncle. He was happy to, but not as much as me. I couldn't get the smile off my face for the rest of the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The next thing she told me is that I am going to be the Godmother. She said "Well, I was laying here thinking who is going to be the Godmother and then I thought Duh ERIN! So, I thanked her for the gracious title of Aunt/Godmother. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now the wait. For news and picture's of My Little sister's belly growing with my beautiful baby niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;After talks on the phone and through pictures on webshots. It came time for he to be born.  I so badly wanted to be there. I was not able to be their and everyone understood. See I live four hours away so my trips to see everyone are limited. It kills me because I am am a huge close nit family person. The phone call came from my Mom letting me know Jessie was in labor and at the hospital. Then comes the wait for news of a healthy baby and Mother. It came from my Aunt Janet. My mom called her to call me and tell me. I was at my friends house so Justin gave her the number there. I was so extactic when I got the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So like two weeks or was it a week, Can't remember when I got to see this beautiful little baby.  I couldn't wait to get up there I was fidgeting in the car. It was a surprise for everyone. I said I was not able to come up like I had planned when I talked to my sister. hehehe Well we get there and well we had to rent a car so my mom does not know it is me. She was talking to my dad on the phone and I hear her say I think Jessie is back, then she was like wait no I don't know who it is. Then I get closer and she is like OMG IT IS ERIN! He comes back with WHO? She goes Erin and wait Justin are here. I had a huge smile on my face. Dad goes I better bring dinner home then. She gave me a big hug and kisses. She was like OMG! Then will busts through the door and gives me this huge hug. We get inside. Sit down. Then she asks does Jessie know. I was like no noone knew. =D  So she says shhhhh don't talk. She called Jessie she didn't pick up. Left a message for her to call. Called her again and told her this is really important when you get this message call. So she calls and Moms says you and Robert and the baby have to  back come over. So Justin and I are put in the bedrooms when she gets there and Well I guess Justin followed my dad to the door, Because all I hear is OMG What are you doing here. Then I hear ok if you are here WHERE IS SHE!? So I come out of my little brothers room and she tackles me. We hug and hug and hug. Then I say where is my little Niece. She takes her out of the car seat and OMG she is SO TINY! I knew she was 5lbs and 5onz But dang she is tiny. So I hold her and then it is Justin's turn which he is a little hesitant, because she is so small. he doesn't want to hurt her he tells me. I say no Baby hold her.  I stayed with my sister while we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The trip ends  way to fast. I don't want to let her or my family go. I cry on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Much Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/hrszphzfbu" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-6956236884135650107?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/6956236884135650107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=6956236884135650107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6956236884135650107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6956236884135650107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-i-became-aunt-to-my-beuatiful-niece.html' title='The Day I became an Aunt to my beautiful Niece Bella...'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8778542135919521000</id><published>2007-07-23T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:09:34.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>It’s very simple. When this is passed on to you, copy the whole thing, skim the list and put a * star beside those that you like. (Check out especially the * starred ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the next number (1. 2. 3. 4. 5., etc.) and write your own blogging tip for other bloggers. Try to make your tip general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, tag 10 other people. Link love some friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think– if 10 people start this, the 10 people pass it onto another 10 people, you have 100 links already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Look, read, and learn. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neonscent.com/me.php"&gt;http://www.neonscent.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be, EXCELLENT to each other. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bushmackel.com/"&gt;http://www.bushmackel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don’t let money change ya! ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therandomforest.info/"&gt;http://www.therandomforest.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always reply to your comments**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chattiekat.com/"&gt;http://chattiekat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Blog about what you know &amp;amp; love.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am new here so I don't have anyone to tag. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-8778542135919521000?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8778542135919521000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=8778542135919521000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8778542135919521000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8778542135919521000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-very-simple.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-7849309519785769770</id><published>2007-07-18T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:10:58.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well lets see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right now I am happy with my life, kinda. It is good, I have a great job* getting promoted on Monday*, loving boyfriend, but there is something missing.  Not sure what or how to figure it out. Could just be the mood I have been in for the past week, probably brought on by well that time of the month...lol...Happens all the time I tend to get depressed when I am on mine.  Sucks, but that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One thing is right now I am not happy with my relationship I want us to move forward , but he is still not ready. I am not sure how much longer I can take.  I will be 25 in November and well I am not getting any younger and I would like to have kids in well at least my late 20's, but I don't see that happening. =(  *sighs* I have talked to him plenty of times about this subject and well, nothing really changes. I love him with all my heart. I know he is my soul mate, but I am just not sure what to do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will live. Just thought I would do a real blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Until next time Take Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-7849309519785769770?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/7849309519785769770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=7849309519785769770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/7849309519785769770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/7849309519785769770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='Life....'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-2242072516093402221</id><published>2007-07-18T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:58:52.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth Order Predictor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely a Third Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/third-born.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to like to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-2242072516093402221?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/2242072516093402221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=2242072516093402221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2242072516093402221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2242072516093402221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/birth-order-predictor.html' title='The Birth Order Predictor'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-6270949387369794917</id><published>2007-07-16T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:35:29.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Element Is Your Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Love?'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8116525989113486140</id><published>2007-07-16T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:33:01.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Honest Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell it like it is, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the truth hurts, you'll dish it out.&lt;br /&gt;And while some may get hurt by your honesty...&lt;br /&gt;At least everyone knows where you stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-8116525989113486140?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8116525989113486140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-2521381642627841541</id><published>2007-07-16T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:30:16.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Good Kisser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the confidence to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-2521381642627841541?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/2521381642627841541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=2521381642627841541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2521381642627841541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2521381642627841541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-you-good-kisser.html' title='Are You a Good Kisser?'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-6455686022720978938</id><published>2007-07-16T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:28:24.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/stomach.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a passion for everything - including sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to take over the whole bed.&lt;br /&gt;You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get enough sleep, you are: In a very bad mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to sleep next to you because: You hog the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-6455686022720978938?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/6455686022720978938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-3797026328944812439</id><published>2007-07-16T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:25:55.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Is Your Psyche?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/yellow.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy - both physical and mental endurance.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational and logical, and you can help almost anyone think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and bright, you also have a secret side that's a little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too yellow: You will do anything to get your way, and no one will be the wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough yellow: you lack confidence, drive, and humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-3797026328944812439?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/3797026328944812439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8119476038373531914</id><published>2007-07-16T23:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:22:50.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Open Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly open person, but you also like to maintain your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely will tell all (okay, almost all) to your closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;But strangers and acquaintances only get a peek into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-8119476038373531914?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8119476038373531914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=8119476038373531914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8119476038373531914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8119476038373531914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-open-are-you.html' title='How Open Are You?'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-3990505051866028183</id><published>2007-07-16T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:19:59.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Weird Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-3990505051866028183?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/3990505051866028183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=3990505051866028183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/3990505051866028183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/3990505051866028183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-weird-are-you.html' title='How Weird Are You?'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-2649947937049477256</id><published>2007-07-16T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:17:53.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Part of You That No One Sees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are passionate, romantic, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it.&lt;br /&gt;You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable.&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there.&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-2649947937049477256?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/2649947937049477256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=2649947937049477256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2649947937049477256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/2649947937049477256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-of-you-that-no-one-sees.html' title='The Part of You That No One Sees...'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-6311467171711184540</id><published>2007-07-16T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:15:12.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Life Your Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-6311467171711184540?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/6311467171711184540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=6311467171711184540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6311467171711184540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/6311467171711184540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-you-life-your-life.html' title='How You Life Your Life...'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-381749733242348818</id><published>2007-07-16T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:12:52.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many have your name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name&lt;br /&gt; in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-381749733242348818?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/381749733242348818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=381749733242348818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/381749733242348818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/381749733242348818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-many-have-your-name.html' title='How many have your name?'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-5819512912626652449</id><published>2007-07-16T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:11:55.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True &amp; False.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True &amp; False.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b e s t&lt;br /&gt; 1. Male friend: Justin&lt;br /&gt; 2. Female friend: Candice&lt;br /&gt; 3. Vacation: Mardi Gras in LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; w o r s t&lt;br /&gt; 1. Time of day: Afternoon&lt;br /&gt; 2. Day of the week: Monday&lt;br /&gt; 3. Food: Sushi&lt;br /&gt; 4. Memory: Losing My Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; l a s t&lt;br /&gt; 1. Person you saw: Justin&lt;br /&gt; 2. Talked to on the phone: Justin&lt;br /&gt; 3. Hugged: Justin&lt;br /&gt; 4. Text: ???&lt;br /&gt; 5. Messaged over myspace: Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; t o d a y&lt;br /&gt; 1. What are you doing now: Working on my Blog.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Wearing: Pink tank top and Jean Shorts&lt;br /&gt; 3. Better than yesterday: No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; t o m o r r o w&lt;br /&gt; 1. Is: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt; 2. Got any plans: Nope just working&lt;br /&gt; 3. Goal: Get through the day.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Dislikes about tomorrow: Having to go to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; f a v o r i t e&lt;br /&gt; 1. Number: 13&lt;br /&gt; 2. Song: Save the Last Dance by Micheal Buble&lt;br /&gt; 3. Color: Green and Blue also Purple and Pink&lt;br /&gt; 4. Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; c u r r e n t l y&lt;br /&gt; 1. Missing someone: Yes&lt;br /&gt; 2. Mood: Depressed&lt;br /&gt; 3. Wanting: A Drink&lt;br /&gt; ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; True or false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a cuddler- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a morning person- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a perfectionist- True and False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am an only child- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am currently in my pajamas- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am currently pregnant- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am currently single- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am currently suffering from a broken heart- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am left handed- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am addicted to myspace- False, I can quit anytime I want! Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am online 24/7- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am very shy around the opposite gender- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bite my nails - False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can be paranoid at times- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I currently have a crush on someone- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I currently regret something that I have done- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I get mad I curse frequently- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy country music- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy jazz music- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy smoothies- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy talking on the phone- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a cell phone- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a hard time paying attention at school- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a hidden talent- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a lot to learn- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" guy/girl- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have all my grandparents- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have at least one brother and/or sister- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been told that I am smart- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have broken a bone- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have changed a diaper- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have changed a lot over the past year- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have done something illegal- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have had major/minor surgery- True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have killed another person- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have had my hair cut within the last week- False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have had the cops called on me- False&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683348892209969128-5819512912626652449?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/5819512912626652449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=5819512912626652449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/5819512912626652449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/5819512912626652449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-worst-last-first-today-tomorrow.html' title='Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True &amp; False.'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-8923379888058475015</id><published>2007-07-16T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:06:49.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fess Up!&lt;br /&gt;  Mark your confessions:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I'm afraid of silence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I Talk ALOT when I get really nervous.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I Can't sleep in a room if the door is open&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I've run away from home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I shut others out when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I've stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I watch the news&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am a sucker for green eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am a sucker for brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am a sucker for blue eyes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I don't kill bugs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I curse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I've slipped and fell in public.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I have worn pajamas to class.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I have owned something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I want a better job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I love Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I like someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I like multiple people&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I have tried alcohol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I have tried a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I have smoked a pack in one day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I read Lord of the Flies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I have a lot of scars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] I am not comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] I play computer games when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Gotten lost in the city.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Thought of suicide before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Seen a shooting star...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Had a menage a trois.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Have kissed someone really strange&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been in a fist fight with someone of a diff. sex.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Swore at Liberace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [ ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x]Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x]Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Crashed into a car&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Been fired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Slept with a co-worker, and/or employee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been married&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Saw someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] have a list of people you want to kill.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Driven over 400 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [ ] Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Been on a Plane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x]Eaten sushi. DON'T like it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Been ice skating&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Cried in public.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Liked someone even though you knew you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Thought of someone a lot&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Hate the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [x] Love someone who doesn't realize it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1683348892209969128-8923379888058475015?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/8923379888058475015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=8923379888058475015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8923379888058475015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/8923379888058475015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/fess-up-mark-your-confessions-im-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-740138791470991827</id><published>2007-07-16T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:04:55.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have kissed......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7f003f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;I have kissed......34 ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  01. [x] on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  02. [x] on the lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  03. [x] on the hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  04. [x] on the neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  05. [x] in their room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  06. [x] the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  07. [x] of the same sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  08. [x] a little bit younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  09. [x] a little older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  10. [x] with black hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  11. [x] with brown hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  12. [x] blonde hair and/or blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  13. [] with red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  14. [x] with a tounge ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  15. [x] shorter than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  16. [] with a lip ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  17. [x] who I love/loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  18. [] who was drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  19. [] who was high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  20. [x] in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  21. [x] right after waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  22. [x] just before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  23. [x] late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  24. [x] who I had just met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  25. [x] who I really didn't want to kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  26. [x] we were just talking not dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  27. [x] on a bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  28. [] in a graveyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  29. [x] at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  30. [x] against a wall/fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  31. [x] in a hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  32. [x] at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  33. [] at a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  34. [x] in a pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  35. [x]was/is a good friend. and or girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  36. [x] in the rain/ snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  37. [] with an std&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  39. [x] in a car/taxi/bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  40. [x] in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  41. [x] in a laundry room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  42. [x] in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  43. [] on a roof top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  44. [x] while they/you were on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  45. [x] while they/you were driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  46. [] a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  47. [] more than one person at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  48. [x] crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  49. [x] goodbye forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  50. [x] when I was drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  51. [] who didn't speak english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  52. [x] in a hot tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  53. [x] upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  54. [x] someone that no one knows about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;  55. [x] and it led to more&lt;/span&gt;&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/1683348892209969128-740138791470991827?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/740138791470991827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=740138791470991827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/740138791470991827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/740138791470991827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-kissed.html' title='I have kissed......'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683348892209969128.post-5985800213323261452</id><published>2007-07-16T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:02:04.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LETTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;E-You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;  R- You are too gangster&lt;br /&gt;  I-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;  N-You are the sexiest !!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  THE LETTERS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  A- Pretty damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;  B-You are always fun when it comes to meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;  C- your wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;  D-You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;  E-You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;  F-People totally adore you&lt;br /&gt;  G-You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;  H-You have very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;  I-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;  J-Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;  K- You like to try new things&lt;br /&gt;  L-You have a nice booty&lt;br /&gt;  M-success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;  N-You are the sexiest !!&lt;br /&gt;  O-You love foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;  P-You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;  Q-You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;  R- You are too gangster&lt;br /&gt;  S-People think you are so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;  T-you are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;  U-You are really chill.&lt;br /&gt;  V-You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;  W-You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;  X- You never let ppl tell u wat to do&lt;br /&gt;  Y-One of the hardest gangsters alive&lt;br /&gt;  Z-You like it in the butt VERY VERY HARD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1683348892209969128-5985800213323261452?l=thequeenofe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/feeds/5985800213323261452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1683348892209969128&amp;postID=5985800213323261452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/5985800213323261452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683348892209969128/posts/default/5985800213323261452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenofe.blogspot.com/2007/07/letters.html' title='THE LETTERS'/><author><name>EllorionsAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527276038450264765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
