<?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-6997172808415812751</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:29:07.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with EmpressSassy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1972363798586695301</id><published>2008-02-25T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog is Moving........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8MSgPTt2vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GCOjUCo9y44/s1600-h/moving+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8MSgPTt2vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GCOjUCo9y44/s320/moving+truck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170997142225804018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG PAGE IS MOVING TO WWW.EMPRESSSASSY.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the World Wide Web!  I hope you will add me to your favorites and continue to read my entries, quote of the day, word of the day and check out my links! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note it is kind of plain looking at the moment, but I'm still under construction and it will look better by the end of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1972363798586695301?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1972363798586695301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1972363798586695301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1972363798586695301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1972363798586695301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-blog-is-moving.html' title='My Blog is Moving........'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8MSgPTt2vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GCOjUCo9y44/s72-c/moving+truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-6320547965173663426</id><published>2008-02-25T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of an Ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8L_DPTt2uI/AAAAAAAAASw/Kg2O7ncr8b8/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8L_DPTt2uI/AAAAAAAAASw/Kg2O7ncr8b8/s320/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170975753288669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod is dead.  It died quietly; without any warning and from what I can tell in its sleep while not in use.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, had this been my vacuum cleaner, my hair dryer, or even my curling iron, I would not have a care in the world; as I’m not exactly good to these items.  I have bumped them, dropped them and don’t exactly take care of them as I should.  However, this Ipod has a life of luxury.  It had its own case, its own resting place in the evenings and I always wrapped it up when I took it outside in the cold or heat.  I never once abused it, dropped it or even scratched it.  I never even let anyone borrow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just died.  The hard drive stopped spinning and I got a man with a “mad face” on the screen, which Jacob proceeded to tell me was very bad.  Of course my warranty has expired and I have to now purchase a new one.  Not that I’m complaining, as I can upgrade to one that I can watch videos, but it’s just that it died for no reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering if it committed suicide.  Maybe it hated the music I played? I had almost 3,000 songs, but maybe it was just so over my song choices it couldn’t take it anymore!  Is my taste in music so awful that it just had to die to stop playing it?  I will rethink this when I purchase my new one and begin to download all my music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a sad day, as I loved my Ipod very much and I hate to lose it.  It has gotten me through many moments; some sad, some happy, some full or energy and some just because I needed to hear that perfect song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will mourn for my Ipod (only of course until I get my new one!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6320547965173663426?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6320547965173663426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6320547965173663426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6320547965173663426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6320547965173663426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-of-ipod.html' title='Death of an Ipod'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8L_DPTt2uI/AAAAAAAAASw/Kg2O7ncr8b8/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-828465690853951720</id><published>2008-02-25T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vantage Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8LtE_Tt2tI/AAAAAAAAASo/v7go9J3a-98/s1600-h/Vantage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8LtE_Tt2tI/AAAAAAAAASo/v7go9J3a-98/s320/Vantage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170955992144141010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that although this would be considered a good movie, I personally didn't care for it.  It had action, but truly no point that I could see.  I'm a Dennis Quaid fan so that helped a lot, but it had a "Ground Hog" feel and the audience at our viewing actually laughed out loud at about the 4th "Vantage Point of view" which sort of tells you everyone was tired of the scenario going on during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President gets shot, however it's a dummy President, but the twist is that the terrorist know this and actually kidnap the real President.  It's up to Dennis to get him back.  The papers said it was supposed to be the most awesome car chase ever made but I have to disagree. I've seen better in the Bourne Identity and a couple others actually.  I can't even say I would recommend this unless you just like action flicks and there is nothing else you want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob of course, liked it and will disagree with all of this and tell you it was a good movie (which I said that), but I just didn't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-828465690853951720?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/828465690853951720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=828465690853951720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/828465690853951720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/828465690853951720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/vantage-point.html' title='Vantage Point'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R8LtE_Tt2tI/AAAAAAAAASo/v7go9J3a-98/s72-c/Vantage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3219635298719672545</id><published>2008-02-22T17:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R79MgPTt2sI/AAAAAAAAASg/KTp6x3OwXDM/s1600-h/my+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R79MgPTt2sI/AAAAAAAAASg/KTp6x3OwXDM/s320/my+space.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169935013993372354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every generation makes the same statement about the generation behind them, “If this is what we have to rely upon, what will happen to this world?”  We tend to think they are lazier than us, don’t excel as we did or take the responsibility as seriously as we did.  History has taught us however that the world continues to move forward, but I must admit as I get older I too look at my child’s generation and feel the same way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s world of “My Space” and “Face Page” has created a generation of communication individuals and it’s out of control.  If you haven’t taken the time to view your child’s My Space page, you need to invade their privacy and do so; I guarantee that you will be not only amazed, but shocked at the conversations that are being held on these pages.  It’s disgusting, vile and juvenile and these are “young adults” at the age of 20 up to the sad age of 35, acting like a bunch of Jr. High School kids.  It’s sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as always, I’m sure some people use it nicely and use it for good use, but trust me, so many do not.  If you are one of those individuals that do not abuse these pages, good for you and you can respect I'm not talking about you, but the others that do abuse.  The pictures of girls, half dressed, if not naked and what are they thinking?  Does this make them think men will respect them?  The conversations about sex and what girls are willing to do for boys, again do they think that is going to gain them respect?  It is just a shame that young girls view sexual acts as a mean to get attention and/or popularity from guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman of 40 you wish you could tell them they have an entire future in front of them with opportunities and advantages, why do they want to waste it acting like a fool, writing trash, putting their pictures on a web site, and letting the world know of their sexual acts?  We need our girls to be more powerful and realize they can be more in life than this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a young daughter, or even a son, read their My Space page and get involved, you will be shocked.  Don’t think “your child is different” or “your child just isn’t that bold or brave”, trust me you might just be surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3219635298719672545?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3219635298719672545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3219635298719672545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3219635298719672545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3219635298719672545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-space-generation.html' title='My Space Generation'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R79MgPTt2sI/AAAAAAAAASg/KTp6x3OwXDM/s72-c/my+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1964933677316396462</id><published>2008-02-22T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R75h6_Tt2rI/AAAAAAAAASY/Qt1GI31ofuE/s1600-h/chalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R75h6_Tt2rI/AAAAAAAAASY/Qt1GI31ofuE/s320/chalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169677088322345650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it now?  If you read Jacob's blog (see link) he is beating himself up these days as he feels young and immature on how he handles his daily life adventures and tasks to get where he needs to be in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by my earlier blog that I think you have to live your life in a certain order so that you can find out who you are and become what you want to be in life.  The catch is that some of us get there quick, some get there slower and sadly; some of us never make it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a finish line?  Of course not, it's who YOU want to be and how happy you are with yourself.  There are some things my dad has taught me and things I've learned along the way that have helped me realize things about the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me one time; never trust anyone that ever talks with their eyes shut.  To this day, if someone does this I can't trust them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe a team effort is the only successful way to succeed in life.  Going it alone leaves you alone.  However your team has to be strong and solid.  If there are weak links, your team will not succeed.  You must work at your team constantly to keep it strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true hero doesn't always wear a cape and jump buildings at a single bound.  He or she may be closer than you think.  Look around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is true evil in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is also true goodness in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has lied, cheated, stolen, manipulated, conned, cursed, and thought evil thoughts in their lifetime.  If they tell you they haven't, they are a liar.  It's human nature to do all of the above in some way, shape or form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an animal or a child dislikes a person it is a definate sign that there is something wrong with the person.  Animals and children have that natural sense about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions DO matter and 90% of the time they are accurate.  You can size someone up within 30 minutes of meeting them if you are able to talk to them for that time period.  Don't get me wrong; I'm not judging a book by it's cover.  That would be looking at someone and just guessing.  I mean you have to be able to talk to them, but if you can, it's that simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and intimacy in a relationship is vital.  If someone tells you it's not, their relationship is not that great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is all you have in life.  Friends, co-workers, neighbors come and go, but family is forever.  Now you can't pick them unfortunately, they are given to you, but as I've said before; they come with attributes and if you look hard enough you can find things within each person that you can use to the families advantage to create a strong unit and avoid the differences of the individuals.  (Team effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets a great source of comfort and everyone should have one.  They love you unconditionally when you need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children do not always turn out as expected and there are no "instruction manuals" to tell you what is right and what is wrong.  There is also no "blame rule" if they do not turn out as "right" as expected.  You do the best you can and then you have to realize that is all you can do.  At the adult level they make their OWN choices. If those choices are bad, this is not your fault.  You can love them, but you do not have to be responsible for their bad choices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in true love and the one great love.  It happens, it's wonderful but it can also break your heart.  It's worth it.  True love is an incredible experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Golden Rule and although sometimes we falter, you have to realize that in general it's a good rule to try and follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if their was a little less grey and a lot more black and white, we'd be better off in our communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are just a few, but if you had ask me in my twenties, I would have laughed at a lot of these.  It just takes time to realize things about people, careers, family, love, finances and how the world works for you.  You just have to get comfortable with YOU and when you do, things just sort of fall in to place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1964933677316396462?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1964933677316396462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1964933677316396462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1964933677316396462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1964933677316396462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-lesson.html' title='Life is a Lesson'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R75h6_Tt2rI/AAAAAAAAASY/Qt1GI31ofuE/s72-c/chalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3687538026847382300</id><published>2008-02-21T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:34.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R72eDPTt2qI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hJdI5KwFs20/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R72eDPTt2qI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hJdI5KwFs20/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169461725777222306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R72d-fTt2pI/AAAAAAAAASI/xzIemZTtxsk/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R72d-fTt2pI/AAAAAAAAASI/xzIemZTtxsk/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169461644172843666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Kentuckiana is freaking out because it's going to snow.  I crack up every time, because it's too easy not to, but I have to give them credit they are trying to get prepared this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are shutting down schools NOW and telling people they are thinking of shutting down the City.  I guess it's better to be prepared than unprepared.  Nothing like getting everyone on the highway at the same time trying to get their kids and get home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl in Ditch" will not be heading toward the same hill again I can tell you that!  She will safely head for home and stay away from the crazy people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the TV will be filled with the Newscasters for the rest for the day and night with minute-by-minute updates to tell us about each flake and each ice drop on the road.  What a fun day.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3687538026847382300?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3687538026847382300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3687538026847382300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3687538026847382300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3687538026847382300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-alert.html' title='Snow Alert'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R72eDPTt2qI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hJdI5KwFs20/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-885961318469233254</id><published>2008-02-19T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of this Mac Daddy Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7slnvTt2oI/AAAAAAAAASA/V4nJ4yrQ4fI/s1600-h/frog"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7slnvTt2oI/AAAAAAAAASA/V4nJ4yrQ4fI/s320/frog" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168766361982065282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists announced Monday the discovery of fossils of a frog the size of a bowling ball that lived among the dinosaurs. The frog weighed a whopping 10 pounds and had teeth, prompting researchers to dub it Beelzebufo -- "Devil Toad." Here's how big Beelzebufo would compare to a pencil and a modern frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discovery, led by paleontologist David Krause at New York's Stony Brook University, was published Monday by the journal Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I would DIE!  This would freak me out and I'd rather be eaten by a dinosaur!  Yep, crunch me up like gravel in his teeth instead of this bad boy, I would DIE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too creepy for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-885961318469233254?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/885961318469233254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=885961318469233254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/885961318469233254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/885961318469233254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/scared-of-this-mac-daddy-frog.html' title='Scared of this Mac Daddy Frog'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7slnvTt2oI/AAAAAAAAASA/V4nJ4yrQ4fI/s72-c/frog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3397990030605195758</id><published>2008-02-18T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mZq_Tt2mI/AAAAAAAAARw/_sjQoiyFvbY/s1600-h/mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mZq_Tt2mI/AAAAAAAAARw/_sjQoiyFvbY/s320/mt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331011212040802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for Furniture Sales, Car Sales, 1/2 off on all Clothing Items at shops right?  And, a lot of people get vacation days and kids get off school, but does anyone really give a crap that it's President's Day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we actually studied it in school and remembered our President's during the week! Go figure.  When did it turn in to just another 1/2 off sales day?  Everything is about commercializm at this point isn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid we would actually take a moment and reflect upon the real reason we have this holiday and respect our Presidents.  I love history and I have read many books on Lincoln and Washington.  I have decided just recently that my challenge for 2008 is to read one book on each President of the US.  Yep, not because it's President's Day, but because I do have an interest in the Presidential History and thought I might just give it a shot.  I have already read many stories on Washington, but to begin my journey into my challenge fairly I will start with a true book on Washington this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on my challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3397990030605195758?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3397990030605195758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3397990030605195758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3397990030605195758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3397990030605195758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidents-day.html' title='President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mZq_Tt2mI/AAAAAAAAARw/_sjQoiyFvbY/s72-c/mt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1018151634322369228</id><published>2008-02-18T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines and the Barometric Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mPK_Tt2kI/AAAAAAAAARg/Zp2-2gdugDE/s1600-h/headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mPK_Tt2kI/AAAAAAAAARg/Zp2-2gdugDE/s320/headache.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168319466339949122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh...........most people watch the news to catch the daily forecast, I have to watch the news to see what the barometric pressure is going to be like for the day.  It's crazy.  It causes my headaches to be out of control. If you suffer from Migraine headaches you know what I'm talking about!  This weekend was crazy.  32 degrees on Friday, 60 degrees on Saturday and Sunday and now we're back to freezing again.  It's killing me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs of the barometric pressures are killing me and my headaches and then you throw in PMS or anything related to smoke, smells or anything that might throw off my head and I'm basically screwed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My companies insurances SUCKS big time and although I'm allowed 30 a month by my doctor, I'm only allowed 4 a month per my Insurance company. What is that madness?  So, my insurance company gets to control my medicine intake, when my Doctor realizes that I need more!  OK, that makes perfect sense right?  AND to top it off, 4 pills cost $60 dollars! That's a good price right, you'd think I was trying to buy drugs from the street or something.  It's ridiculous. AND........for a bonus my monthly headaches pills are also $60.00 to prevent my headaches! Yeah, we have GREAT insurance!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, migraines suck no matter how you slice them and the weather pretty much controls my life at this point.  I live for cold at this point! Bring on the snow baby, bring on the snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1018151634322369228?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1018151634322369228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1018151634322369228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1018151634322369228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1018151634322369228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/migraines-and-barometric-pressure.html' title='Migraines and the Barometric Pressure'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7mPK_Tt2kI/AAAAAAAAARg/Zp2-2gdugDE/s72-c/headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1298449326910475078</id><published>2008-02-17T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:47:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs vs. Cats</title><content type='html'>Lets me preface this by saying (again) I'm an animal person so I feel I can voice my opinion as I love ALL animals, big and small (even frogs as long as they don't come near me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my mom's dogs this weekend and the difference in keeping 2 dogs and having all my cats around is just huge.  They are so much, more trouble.  They are messing, loud, whiny, and you have to "deal with them" all the time.  You have to take them outside and then they drag dirt back in your house.  I'm used to my kitties just using the litter box downstairs and I clean it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are also much tidier why is that?  They clean themselves constantly and they stay clean. Dogs are just dirty and dirt tends to stick to them.  These are just two little yorkies too, I can't imagine the dirt of big dogs.  I would freak out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all animals and I sometimes wish I had a bulldog, but then I think of the mess and think "no thank you".  I guess I will have to just stick with cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1298449326910475078?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1298449326910475078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1298449326910475078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1298449326910475078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1298449326910475078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/dogs-vs-cats.html' title='Dogs vs. Cats'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3348680147187092544</id><published>2008-02-17T01:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martian Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7fUmfTt2jI/AAAAAAAAARY/JM5zceZ7QjU/s1600-h/cusack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7fUmfTt2jI/AAAAAAAAARY/JM5zceZ7QjU/s320/cusack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167832855135246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure most of you know I'm a HUGE John Cusask fan and this is just one more movie I can add to my collection.  I totally have a crush on this man.  He is cute, intelligent, an incredible actor and has this persona on screen that just works for me.  Jacob wouldn't take me to the movie's to see this (or Becoming Jane, by the way)and both were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great movie about the way a child is effected by the pain and agony of abandonment and how one person can change their life forever.  It's a feel good movie and Joan Cusak is in it also and as always, she adds her wit and charm to the movie.  Love her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this to anyone that just wants to watch a feel good family movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3348680147187092544?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3348680147187092544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3348680147187092544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3348680147187092544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3348680147187092544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/martian-child.html' title='Martian Child'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7fUmfTt2jI/AAAAAAAAARY/JM5zceZ7QjU/s72-c/cusack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-5176700820621491675</id><published>2008-02-15T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7YCa_Tt2iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IVNgpefULUE/s1600-h/becoming+Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7YCa_Tt2iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IVNgpefULUE/s320/becoming+Jane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167320285148207650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true story about the famous author Jane Austen, this is a true, classic, love story based on my concept of "the one".  I have much more interest in this than just a movie to rent on a Friday night.  I have read her novels and respect and admire her work.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;In her short life Jane Austen wrote six incredible novels, one being Pride and Prejudice, which is a true romance novel depicting love, honor, pride and prejudice and the characters come alive as you read the book.  The movie is incredible and I found myself lost in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Jane Austen is even more incredible.  Based on a her life in the 1700's and she is expected to marry "up" to give her family wealth she is offered a hand in marriage to a well-to-do gentleman.  In the meantime, she meets Tom LeFroy, a common man who can offer her nothing but love.  He works for his Uncle learning the law to earn money to send to his large family and falls madly in love with Jane.  The Uncle will not allow the marriage due to her low income based life.  They are torn with what to do and decide to run away together, but Jane knows if he leaves his Uncle's money that Tom's family will not survive financially.  She decides to give him up because it is the right thing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love is real, you can see if and feel it on the screeen and the characters are played out well by Anne Hathaway and James McAvoy.  Jane Austen never married in her lifetime and continued to love Tom LeFroy her entire life.  He was her "one".  He married someone that was "chosen" for him by his Uncle.  He named his eldest daughter "Jane".  They did meet later in life and would always remain friends and secretly in love with each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of her novels come from her experiences in her life and I find it intriguing that love, even in the 1700's is just as it is today, passionate, hurtful, painful and real and if you have the opportunity to read her books you can feel her pain and understand what real love can be for two people.  She is an amazing author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her novels are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;br /&gt;Lady Susan&lt;br /&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stated once that she would "live by her pen" and all her characters, although would have trials and tribulations throughout her novels, each would end up with all their expectations and dreams fulfilled.  She believed in happy endings.  Sad, since her life was not given the happy ending she deserved with the love of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this movie if you want to watch a true love story.  It is a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5176700820621491675?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5176700820621491675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5176700820621491675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5176700820621491675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5176700820621491675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/becoming-jane.html' title='Becoming Jane'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7YCa_Tt2iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IVNgpefULUE/s72-c/becoming+Jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-457291606421881491</id><published>2008-02-14T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:35.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7RWp_Tt2hI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZZ9s2PscxMU/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7RWp_Tt2hI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZZ9s2PscxMU/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166849951869557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7RWkvTt2gI/AAAAAAAAARA/Tz7caqWqzAc/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7RWkvTt2gI/AAAAAAAAARA/Tz7caqWqzAc/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166849861675244034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here, the big day, the day of love!  The day that I'm sure florist dread.  Although they make a mint off of people so they should love it!  Girls go to work and wait patiently, hoping to see if they will get called to the front desk for a delivery.  I remember those days.  It is a nice feeling to have a Valentine isn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Valentine this year, actually two, sometimes Valentine's come in all different types, and just because they may not be your "sweetheart" doesn't necessarily mean that your Valentine won't be just as special.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a very special Valentine from someone that means the world to me and it was the sweetest Valentine card ever.  I also received a Valentine from the cutest 3-yr. old boy and if you haven't ever received one of those, well you haven't lived.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are anti-Valentine people out there and hey, I'm not exactly "high on love" these days, and you don't have to be "in love" to make Valentine's Day the best day ever for you.  Valentine's Day is about love, who YOU love and who loves YOU back.  It's just a day to show people you care.  It doesn't have to be commercialized and you don't have to spend $200 to make a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged old-fashioned Valentine's at work and it was a blast!  It's fun to do the simple things!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-457291606421881491?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/457291606421881491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=457291606421881491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/457291606421881491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/457291606421881491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='The DAY!'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7RWp_Tt2hI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZZ9s2PscxMU/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-7419301962464700376</id><published>2008-02-13T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:36.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you want to Kiss your Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7NqyvTt2fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bUQc9PyMeoI/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7NqyvTt2fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bUQc9PyMeoI/s320/lips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590617449257458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7Nqs_Tt2eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LgFxNc98n-U/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7Nqs_Tt2eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LgFxNc98n-U/s320/lips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590518665009634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about Kissing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting a Stranger: 40 percent of respondents are uncomfortable when someone they've just met tries to kiss them when saying hello or goodbye; more women than men indicate that this lip maneuver makes them feel uncomfortable (49 percent women, 30 percent men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Kissing Where: Those from the Northeast are most likely to indicate that they greet very close friends with a kiss (42 percent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Family Affair: About one-third (37 percent total; 32 percent males, 41 percent of females) will only greet immediate family members with a kiss; those from the Midwest (42 percent) and the South (41 percent) are more likely to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Dahling": An air kiss is more likely to come from women (15 percent) than men (10 percent); fewer men and women express their preference for the double-cheek kiss as a casual greeting (7 percent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooch the Pooch: 45 percent of women and 27 percent of males admit that they kiss their pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Kisses: Tender kisses (42 percent) and lustful, passionate kisses (40 percent) rank the highest on the list of favorite types of kisses for both sexes; however, women consider the tender kiss to be the best (48 percent), while men prefer the lustful, passionate pucker (46 percent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Smooch!: Women favor spontaneous kisses more than men (38 percent women, 31 percent of men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First... and Forbidden: 27 percent of adults surveyed consider their first kiss to be one of their favorite types of kisses, while 12 percent feel that a forbidden kiss is tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and Make Up: One in 10 Americans prefer the kiss-and-make-up variety of kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Kisses: Women favor lots of small kisses more than twice as much as men (12 percent versus 5 percent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Kiss: 58 percent of total respondents feel that it is perfectly fine to kiss on the first date, though men are more apt to be open to first date frolicking (65 percent men, 51 percent of women).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, Take the Lead: More than half (58 percent) of men believe that the woman can make the first move for a first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Kiss: Men and women differ when it comes to bad dates and kissing: 39 percent of women say they will never kiss a bad date good night, compared to only 26 percent of men who won't. Interestingly, 13 percent of the men state that they have ended a bad date with a kiss, while only 6 percent of women replied the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Preteen Peck: 22 percent of respondents admit that their first "real" kiss happened when they were between 11 and 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Hot Lips: The most common age for a first "real" kiss to have happened was between the ages of 14 and 16 (37 percent), with 18 percent getting their first memorable smooch between 17 and 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Waiting: 4 percent of Americans are still waiting for their first real kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7419301962464700376?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7419301962464700376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7419301962464700376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7419301962464700376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7419301962464700376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-case-you-want-to-kiss-your-valentine.html' title='In case you want to Kiss your Valentine'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R7NqyvTt2fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bUQc9PyMeoI/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-5552389896738344736</id><published>2008-02-13T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:48:43.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Dog Driver</title><content type='html'>I feel I can type this because I am a true animal lover and this has nothing really to do with the harm of animals, just stupid people and my curiosity of stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     I get in my car today and drive out of the parking lot for lunch and I get behind a Toyota, SUV, type car.  There are stickers all over the back stating SHOW DOGS, SHOW DOGS ON BOARD, DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER DEATH, IF SO TOUCH MY SHOW DOG (my personal favorite). OK, we get it; you are traveling with Show Dogs!  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Now, I’m a lover of show dogs, I have no reason NOT to be a lover of show dogs.  I watch it on TV (sometimes when NFL is over), but I do respect that they are great animals and I know they are expensive, and I could see through the back window that she had two cages in the back of her SUV for her dogs to travel comfortably I’m sure. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Here is my question:  Does she really HAVE to drive 10 MPH in a 25 MPH lane?  Seriously, are they that fragile? Again, I’m an animal lover and I have transported many (and I can tell you MANY) pets to and from houses, Vets, hospitals in fragile states, but I don’t see the need to travel 10 MPH in a 25 MPH lane.  It wasn’t like the road was rough terrain; it was a black top road.  Was she afraid of a sudden stop in the middle of a parking lot?  I can’t help but wonder.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Then she does the pull over so I can go around her thing.  I have to admit, I was tailgating her ass, but come on 10 MPH?  Wouldn’t you have been? Were they mini poodles or something and they were going to fall through the cracks of the cage?  I could see their heads so I think not.  Anyway, I had to wonder, does she travel this slow on the highway?  She bugged me and it made me want to beep, of course I did NOT, because I’m an animal person, but she is just stupid. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Now I feel better that I could vent this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5552389896738344736?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5552389896738344736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5552389896738344736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5552389896738344736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5552389896738344736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/show-dog-driver.html' title='Show Dog Driver'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-2234805490266259843</id><published>2008-02-13T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:57:26.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl in a ditch.....................</title><content type='html'>Monday afternoon at 6:00 PM car goes in the ditch and there is approximately 1 inch of snow on the road.  The only reason the car went in the ditch is because the steep hill it was on had not been cleaned.  OK, no big deal, girl has Triple A service (Gold Member at that, one phone call and they tell her 60 minutes and she’ll be out of the ditch.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Fifty-five minutes later Wheeler Tow Service shows up. Girl puts on coat, hat, shoes and gloves and walks down the hill.  There is now two inches of snow on the road and still no snow plow in sight.  Wrecker guy says (rather rudely), “I can’t tow you.  My truck is too big and the road hasn’t been cleaned. Sorry, you’ll have to call for a smaller truck with another service”.  With that he is gone. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Girl goes back and calls Triple A.  They assure her they will call another service and because she is a Gold Member they will rush the situation.  Forty-five minutes later the second tow truck shows up.  Girl puts on coat, hat, shoes and gloves and she also notices a man in a white pick up truck get out behind the tow truck driver and he is talking to him.  As she walks down the hill, neither seem to care that this is her car, nor do they come to talk to her.  As she heads toward them she falls down the hill in the snow.  There is now approximately 2 ½ inches of snow and still no snow plow in sight.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     As she approaches the tow truck driver she hears the man in the white truck say, “Well we need to find the owner of this car because she is an obstruction to other traffic and I’m having her towed out of here!”  The girl, already wet, cold and tired begins to raise her voice and state, “I AM the owner of the car and this is MY tow truck that I ordered.  I TRYING to get my car out of the ditch.  What business is this of his anyway?”  The tow truck driver then informs her that this is policeman Dave and he lives at the top of the hill. Still angry and cold she stands her ground.  Policeman Dave then says, “Your car is an obstruction and it MUST be towed now.”  Again (tow truck parked right in front of his truck” and girl says, “That is what I’m trying to do, did you notice the tow truck here?” &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Tow truck driver #2 says he needs help from his partner and he’ll be here in about 30 minutes.  Policeman Dave tells girl to go in where it’s warm and he’ll call her when they arrive.  Forty-five minutes later the partner arrives.  Girl puts on wet coat, wet hat, wet shoes and wet gloves and heads back down the hill.  Partner tells policeman they can’t pull the car out until the city comes and plows the hill.  It’s just too slick.  Policeman calls the station and tells the city they MUST have the snowplow come out.  There are now 4 inches of snow on the road.  Policeman tells girl to go back in the house and wait for the snowplow and they’ll pull her car out.  She is to call the tow truck driver once the snow plow has scraped the road.  She is also to call the police dispatcher to tell her that my car is no longer an obstruction and she is given a number.  Policeman Dave is apparently taking himself off the case. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     1 hour later the snow plow arrives. Girl immediately calls the tow truck driver and the dispatcher says, “They’ll be right there.”  Forty-five minutes later new tow truck pulls up and Girl puts on wet coat, wet hat, wet shoes and wet gloves, however when she gets to the door the tow truck is backing up and leaving.  Girl calls tow truck company and she is dispatched through to the driver. He says, more rudely than the first tow truck guy, “We can’t do this, I’m the supervisor and it’s too dark and you have foot of snow out here. (It’s only 4 inches by the way). This will have to wait until morning.”  With that he hangs up.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Girl calls police dispatcher, Jackie, who is the nicest person ever. She tells her that tow truck #3 has bailed and tells her the history.  Jackie then says she’ll call Bennett Tow Truck company, as they work for the city and they should be able to pull it out as a “police call”.  &lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later Bennett Tow Truck arrives and before girl can even get her wet coat on, tow truck #4 is already backing away from the scene. It’s a record; he didn’t even get out of the truck to talk to the girl.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Girl calls dispatcher, Jackie, back again and tells her he lasted 7 seconds and bailed.  Jackie says maybe policemen will just come and put some flares or barricades around the car until morning.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Thirty minutes later, it’s now Midnight, not one, not two, but three police cars pull up to the “scene” and there is a knock at the girl’s door. (Did we really need three police cars?)  She of course answers and they ask her to come outside and tell her story.  Girl puts on wet coat, wet hat, wet shoes and wet gloves and walks down the hill to tell her story. It down begins to sleet as she tells her story.  The hill that was scraped is now iced over. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Policeman Tucker gets on the radio and explains to tow truck driver #5 that he WILL show up and he WILL tow the car out tonight or he WILL lose his contract with the city. Policeman then tells the girl to go back in to the house and stay dry (as if) until the tow truck comes.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     1 hour later the tow truck arrives and this time he does pull the car out of the ditch, but he charges her $100 dollars.  Girl has already been on the phone arguing with Triple A throughout all of this, by the way, to state that they WILL pay for this since all of their loser tow trucks wouldn’t do the job and the city demanded her car must be moved.  It took two idiots and then a supervisor, however they agreed to pay IF we mailed the original receipt in to them (they had to make it hard)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     2:00 AM in the morning Girl calls dispatcher to tell her she is NO LONGER an OBSTRUCTION on the road and the crisis is over. Girl goes to bed, cold, damp and exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towing of Vehicle $100.00&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning mud off of the car $8.00&lt;br /&gt;Being able to make fun of the City Police and Tow Service forever………………Priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2234805490266259843?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2234805490266259843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=2234805490266259843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2234805490266259843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2234805490266259843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-in-ditch.html' title='Girl in a ditch.....................'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-4502310716067146098</id><published>2008-02-08T01:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:36.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Comeback with Lipstick Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6v5EafVA2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/pBfwFSoDy2c/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6v5EafVA2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/pBfwFSoDy2c/s320/andrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164495251935920994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6v4_afVA1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/gu0iQcm1tiU/s1600-h/lipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6v4_afVA1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/gu0iQcm1tiU/s320/lipstick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164495166036575058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch this last night?  It was the premiere and it wasn't so bad.  It has the same writer's as Sex in the City.  It has Andrew McCarthy and he's an 80's boy!  Yep, St. Elmo's Fire and Pretty in Pink!  LOVE HIM! He's tried a couple other series but last night he wasn't so shabby!  The show wasn't so bad and I will watch it and give it my support to give my love to an 80's guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4502310716067146098?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502310716067146098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4502310716067146098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4502310716067146098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4502310716067146098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/80s-comeback-with-lipstick-jungle.html' title='80&apos;s Comeback with Lipstick Jungle'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6v5EafVA2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/pBfwFSoDy2c/s72-c/andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-2229157291594649103</id><published>2008-02-06T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:36.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Women Want for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6pukKfVA0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-U-wLpaeXUU/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6pukKfVA0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-U-wLpaeXUU/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164061490303796034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6pudafVAzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8k5sbVNIahI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6pudafVAzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8k5sbVNIahI/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164061374339679026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A Day with no responsibilities - to do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A Day at the Spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A Romantic Get Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Something creative, a homemade card or something with sentimental value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Shopping Spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  A Coach Purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  To become a Stay at home Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dinner at her favorite spot, doesn't even have to be expensive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2229157291594649103?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2229157291594649103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=2229157291594649103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2229157291594649103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2229157291594649103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-women-want-for-valentines-day.html' title='Things Women Want for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6pukKfVA0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-U-wLpaeXUU/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3633032343722048996</id><published>2008-02-06T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:36:53.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be great if we could use this?</title><content type='html'>Mr. Right Rejection Form Letter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (____rejectee's name here____ ), &lt;br /&gt;I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as my Mr. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Check all those that apply] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Your breasts are bigger than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at McDonald's reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Your inadvertent admission that you "buy condoms by the truckload" indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can't GET into my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Your "Putting on a few, aren't you babe?" comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of Your Own beer gut, was inappropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ You failed the credit check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ The fact that your house looks as if it could be condemned at any moment is a complete turn off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ The fact that we have the same conversations over and over, and they are remedial at best, bores me to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ You mention your ex-wife's name more than you mention mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3633032343722048996?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3633032343722048996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3633032343722048996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3633032343722048996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3633032343722048996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/wouldnt-it-be-great-if-we-could-use.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be great if we could use this?'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-2117473922887216192</id><published>2008-02-06T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:37.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watch Movies for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6nw4qfVAyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_DbmovVfeP0/s1600-h/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6nw4qfVAyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_DbmovVfeP0/s320/popcorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923304026014498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6nwzKfVAxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yhqG2TCoR-c/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6nwzKfVAxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yhqG2TCoR-c/s320/movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923209536733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some good old fashioned love stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sleepless in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  While You Were Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The Way We Were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When Harry Met Sally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2117473922887216192?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2117473922887216192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=2117473922887216192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2117473922887216192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2117473922887216192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/must-watch-movies-for-valentines-day.html' title='Must Watch Movies for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6nw4qfVAyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_DbmovVfeP0/s72-c/popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8546079863316821866</id><published>2008-02-06T00:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:37.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6lNbafVAwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GNAI5e29tp8/s1600-h/book.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6lNbafVAwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GNAI5e29tp8/s320/book.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163743581119513346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want something different for Valentine's Day this is a neat idea.  You can order a Romance Novel featuring you and your sweetie.  I have ordered this and it's fun.  The link is http://booksbyyou.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask you a series of questions about you and your sweetie, you choose from a few book covers and then they simply mail you a romance novel that it based on you and yours truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I gave it to loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something a little different and it's good for other holidays too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8546079863316821866?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8546079863316821866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8546079863316821866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8546079863316821866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8546079863316821866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-idea.html' title='Valentine Idea'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6lNbafVAwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GNAI5e29tp8/s72-c/book.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3943334239745393021</id><published>2008-02-05T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:37.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVX6fVAvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/I-gzMyxntDY/s1600-h/paul+newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVX6fVAvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/I-gzMyxntDY/s320/paul+newman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163400473362105074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVMqfVAuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3Ilw5xRFhtM/s1600-h/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVMqfVAuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3Ilw5xRFhtM/s320/fred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163400280088576738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVAKfVAtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-laWiEB3-Dw/s1600-h/bogart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVAKfVAtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-laWiEB3-Dw/s320/bogart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163400065340211922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most younger generations won't recognize these couples but they are famous for staying in love.  Bogart and Bacall had a love affair of passion, Paul Newman and Joann Woodward are still married and in Hollywood that is saying something and even though Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers never married; their relationship was true love and you could see it each time they danced in each other's arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True romance is hard to find these days and in Hollywood it's a joke.  With the likes of Brittany and Kevin in the news young people get married and divorced like it's a career change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old fashioned romance is the kind we long for isn't it?  If you haven't ever rented some of the old romance movies you should.  They really are pretty good. An Affair to Remember, Peyton Place, Love Story, Splendor in the Grass, Casablanca.  Try renting one in February and checking one out.  They are pretty good flicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3943334239745393021?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3943334239745393021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3943334239745393021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3943334239745393021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3943334239745393021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-romance.html' title='Old Romance'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gVX6fVAvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/I-gzMyxntDY/s72-c/paul+newman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4047568445956363343</id><published>2008-02-05T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:37.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedies vs. Misfortunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gPtqfVAsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-Gr_6Qq2zeM/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gPtqfVAsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-Gr_6Qq2zeM/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163394249954493122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gPm6fVArI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UfPklkIDoGc/s1600-h/coffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gPm6fVArI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UfPklkIDoGc/s320/coffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163394133990376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some discussions lately about the differences between tragedies and misfortunes. We can try to tie this into Valentine's Day as all good love stories, usually have one of the other (it's a stretch, but this had to be addressed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have agreed that most tragedies usually involve a death or some sort of horrific act of which the person cannot recover and their life is truly changed forever.  This is a tragedy.  Life does not hand out tragedies to a lot of people all day long.  If you work with 10 people for example, I'd say the odds are 1 in 10 are going to have a tragedy, or maybe even 2 in 10.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you've heard the expression, "Bad things happen to good people" right?  These are what we consider misfortunes.  You have to remember that if something happens to you and you still have your life, your family, your income, your health and your happiness, then you have suffered a misfortune, not a tragedy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just takes a while for this to sink in and you have to have a moment of truth to tell yourself to 'suck it up' and get on with your life. Life is short and you need to keep living.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a person that has actually been involved in a tragedy and due to that tragedy has suffered repeated misfortunes.  She is to be admired by many because every day she tries her best to be positive and to keep moving forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are those that feel the world owes them something over misfortunes and they try to turn them into tragedies.  These are the worst people I know.  Every, single day it's what is the world going to do for me.  Again, if you still have YOUR health, YOUR family, YOUR finances, YOUR ability to live then LIVE.  Suck it up and live.  Remember that so many have suffered far worse than you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedies vs. misfortunes.......it's just one end of the spectrum to another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4047568445956363343?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4047568445956363343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4047568445956363343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4047568445956363343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4047568445956363343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/tragedies-vs-misfortunes.html' title='Tragedies vs. Misfortunes'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6gPtqfVAsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-Gr_6Qq2zeM/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-7561856933994108732</id><published>2008-02-04T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:37.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Scenes with Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cfX6fVAqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oXWpem1BQq8/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cfX6fVAqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oXWpem1BQq8/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163129993501672098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining today so I thought this was an appropriate entry…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love scenes and rain, it’s a combination that works isn’t it?  Boy and girl confessing their love is one thing, but you throw in a rain storm, some thunder and lightening and it creates a stir of emotion that we just can’t explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook – They’re in the boat, sexual tension is already present, along with frustration and anger from their past.  Unspoken words are lingering and then it begins to rain.  It’s as if the heavens open up and the words begin to pour.  She shouts at him, he shouts at her and the rest my readers; is pure, romantic, lustful, history.  If you’ve seen it you would love to be in that scene wouldn’t you?  If you haven’t seen it I suggest that you rent it NOW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice is another great movie with a rain scene.  It’s amazing; they don’t actually ever show Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy in a compromising position; however the rain scene between them has enough sexual tension to make you want to die.  It’s just pouring down raining, she has run from him, he catches up with her, only to confess his undying love for her with compassion, only be turned down with distain, hatred and a word lashing that is indescribable. At the same time you can sense how much she desires him as she is lashing out at him.  It’s an amazing scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama – Girl goes back to get boy; it has happened in a ton of movies, but you throw her in a wedding dress at the ocean in the pouring down rain and you have yourself a major love scene to beat all love scenes!  It made the movie perfect.  Lightening, thunder, rain and the perfect kiss; I’m telling you rain makes the perfect love scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ½ Weeks – There is the scene in the dark alley way where they just get soaked.  It is just hot.  The movie is entirely hot, but this water scene is over the top.  Water pouring down on them, dark, steamy, weather and the way they are in to each other……..oh my gosh it’s just an amazing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain intensifies a romantic moment, not sure why, but it just does.  If it didn’t then writes wouldn’t write it in as much as they do.  Do you have one that you’d like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7561856933994108732?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7561856933994108732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7561856933994108732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7561856933994108732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7561856933994108732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-scenes-with-rain.html' title='Love Scenes with Rain'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cfX6fVAqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oXWpem1BQq8/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3648588052076715872</id><published>2008-02-04T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory to the Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cdCqfVApI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cscoYfSqUMk/s1600-h/giants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cdCqfVApI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cscoYfSqUMk/s320/giants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163127429406196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take a break from "Love Discussions" due to the upset of the Patriots. My congratulations goes out to the Giants on their victory. What a great game and what an upset.  As a colts fan I couldn't ask for a better Super Bowl game than what they played last night.  I haven't seen Tom Brady on the ground more since his Stetson ads.  Strahan laid him out so many times it was unbelievable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giants just out played them and it was a great game.  For once I'm actually thrilled to see an NFC team win the Super Bowl and I didn't give them enough credit.  I just didn't think they could do it.  Their defense got the job done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3648588052076715872?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3648588052076715872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3648588052076715872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3648588052076715872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3648588052076715872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/victory-to-giants.html' title='Victory to the Giants'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6cdCqfVApI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cscoYfSqUMk/s72-c/giants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8323289525514879298</id><published>2008-02-02T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6TaDqfVAoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zo0etNg7vV8/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6TaDqfVAoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zo0etNg7vV8/s320/notebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162490829353583234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Winner Is................The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;After asking many women to name their favorite romantic love scenes (thank you ladies) several have made the top ten, but The Notebook was on almost every list.  I have to agree.  This movie is just one of the MOST romantic movies ever made.  Nicholas Sparks knows how to write a love novel.  If you haven't seen it - rent it.  If you've seen it - watch it in February.  It's definately a Valentine Movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Mentionables that made the list:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Boomerang  - comments were made that at the end when he tries to win her         back and he moves closely to her face with out kissing her and tells her in a sweet whisper he can't breath with out her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sweet Home Alabama - The rain scene at the end!  Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jerry McQuire - "You had me at Hello!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Meet Joe Black - Pool side love scene.  Holy Cow ladies, if you havent' seen this I suggest you check it out.  If that is death then take me to the grave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Top Gun - Very nice and I don't even like Tom Cruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have to give a shout out to Pride and Prejudice - there is no sex in this movie, only sexual tension, but it's there in a major way.  This movie is also a major love story for those wanting to see a true love story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8323289525514879298?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8323289525514879298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8323289525514879298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8323289525514879298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8323289525514879298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/romantic-movies.html' title='Romantic Movies'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6TaDqfVAoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zo0etNg7vV8/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1644087612624030285</id><published>2008-02-01T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey says..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MtnafVAnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y86qrEghqgM/s1600-h/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MtnafVAnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y86qrEghqgM/s320/rings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162019753045590642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent survey given to married women stated 64% said they would leave their husband's TODAY if they were financially sound, but most of them are not able and thus, they stay in their unhappy marriages.  64%, that's a pretty high percentage if you ask me.  That means almost 1 in 3 of your friends so the next time your sitting around think about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?  This kind of goes back to my question that I asked in my "the one" entry.  Can you name 5 couples that are truly happy that you'd bet your house on?  Relationships are complex and marriage is something that requires effort from both parties. Women and men think so differently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Helen Fisher of Rugers University, a noted anthropologist, who is also the author of such books as Why We Love has dedicated her career to understanding love.  She responded to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: In a nutshell, why do we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fisher: I’ve come to think that romantic love is one of three basic brain systems that evolved for reproduction. Each evolved for a reason: The sex drive evolved to get you out there looking for partners. Romantic love evolved to enable you to focus your energy on just one person at a time, conserving time and energy. And attachment, the feeling of security you can feel with a long-term partner, evolved to help you stay together long enough to raise kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can someone truly love more than one person?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fisher: No. I think you can feel lust for more than one person, and feelings of attachment for more than one person. But not love. As the Indian aphorism goes, “The lane of love is narrow; there is room for only one.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the biggest mistake people make when it comes to love?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fisher: Some people fall in love before they really know their partner and marry in this state of romantic rapture. They should probably wait until that intense early phase wears off so they can see the flaws in the relationship before they dive in for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do men look for in a mate?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fisher: Men are more likely to choose women who display signs of youth and beauty—the first time that they marry, men around the world tend to marry women who are three years younger than themselves. Men are also attracted to women who “need” them. Men want to be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do women look for in a mate?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fisher: Women are attracted to partners with money, status, and ambition—one study found that American women seek partners who offered financial security twice as frequently as men do. If men look for “sex objects,” then women look for “success objects.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good information!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1644087612624030285?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1644087612624030285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1644087612624030285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1644087612624030285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1644087612624030285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/survey-says.html' title='Survey says..............'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MtnafVAnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y86qrEghqgM/s72-c/rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8359937921278766867</id><published>2008-02-01T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MrlqfVAmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hTRr-1LQv5E/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MrlqfVAmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hTRr-1LQv5E/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162017523957564002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In the words of Tina Turner “What’s love got to do with it? Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?”  Love is a many Splendored thing!  Aaaahh true love, real love, some of us have experienced it, some of us have wished we hadn’t, some of us still long for it!  Do you believe in love?  &lt;br /&gt;     I have always been a romantic at heart and Valentine’s Day in truly my favorite holiday.  Not the commercialized version, but just the day in general.  I like the fact that it’s a day to show the ones you love just how much you truly love them.  I have a few good ones and one or two bad ones, I’m sure we all have!  I’ve also experienced a single, most romantic experience of my life and for that I’m truly grateful.  I still have one Valentine wish that only one person can fulfill and we both know at this point it won’t happen, but it was discussed once and it will just be in my “wish list” for years to come. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Many wonder where did Cupid come from and why is he associated with Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;     Cupid has long played a role in the celebrations of love and lovers. He is known as a mischievous, winged child, whose arrows that would pierce the hearts of his victims causing them to fall deeply in love. In ancient Greece he was known as Eros the young son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. To the Roman's he was Cupid, and his mother Venus.&lt;br /&gt;     For the next 14 days we will take a look at love in detail.  Favorite love scenes in movies, statistics about love, facts about love, thoughts about love, we'll be so "in love" with love it will be crazy.  Let's have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8359937921278766867?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8359937921278766867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8359937921278766867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8359937921278766867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8359937921278766867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-words-of-tina-turner-whats-love-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6MrlqfVAmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hTRr-1LQv5E/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-7482625906556099623</id><published>2008-01-31T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6Hv0afVAlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G5looY0SScg/s1600-h/sideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6Hv0afVAlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G5looY0SScg/s320/sideways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161670331686257234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little behind in viewing this 2004 Oscar winning movie, however I can see why this was a winner.  It’s real.  That’s the best way to describe this movie.  Some movies have real moments, but the cool thing about this movie is that the entire movie is real and it could happen to anyone watching the movie; and probably has. Why is it appealing? That’s the thing, it’s real and it draws you in because of the raw emotions of each character and how they deal with real life.  Paul Giamatti is great and I’m not even a big fan.  He made me laugh out loud several times. Thomas Haden Church is pretty good at being a mixture of an asshole and a guy mixed up with emotions of getting married.  I bet a lot of guys could relate to how he feels in this movie.  It’s strange, you know what he does is wrong in the movie, yet because it’s so true to live and real, it’s hard to hate him for doing it.  Virginia Madsen and Sandra Oh play great roles as the co-star females and their emotions are honest and again, real.  I recommend this movie for everyone if you haven’t seen it yet.  4 Stars ****, A+ in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7482625906556099623?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7482625906556099623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7482625906556099623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7482625906556099623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7482625906556099623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sideways.html' title='Sideways'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6Hv0afVAlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G5looY0SScg/s72-c/sideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8071055332923942826</id><published>2008-01-30T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Facilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6CjwqfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vhQK2aqeI7E/s1600-h/cigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6CjwqfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vhQK2aqeI7E/s320/cigs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161305229401326146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I heard on the radio this morning that companies in Chicago are building smoke house facilities for their smokers due to the smoking bans in their cities.  Some companies are spending up to $100,000 on these buildings with heaters, ash trays and heated seats.  One company did away with a 3% raise so they could build these smoke facilities!&lt;br /&gt;     Now, might I just say that if my company did away with my raise to build some jacked up smoke facility I would hit the roof.  Some companies in Louisville are beginning to build them and there were phone calls this morning on my radio show.  One lady called in and actually said, “Yes, I would forego my raise to have the smoking hut because I freeze in the winter.”  Ok, but what about in the Spring when it’s warm and you need an increase in your pay to afford more items for yourself or to pay your bills?  Are these people just idiots?  &lt;br /&gt;     My favorite lady was the one that called in and said, “I’d like to have a place built for the non-smokers that might be called a sunshine hut where we can take OUR breaks and get out of the office two or three times a day and have a place to escape.”  It was great and OF COURSE all the smokers started calling in to bash her comments.  &lt;br /&gt;     Now, I’m not bashing smokers, I don’t care if you smoke or not, but she made a good point, if a place was built for non-smokers you have to admit there would be talk wouldn’t there?  And, would the smokers want to hang out in both places?  That was brought up too!  It’s just an ugly topic I guess.  It was on the show for my entire drive. &lt;br /&gt;     My only grievance is that if you would forego your raise to have a little plastic house built so you can smoke, I think you “might” have a problem and you “might” want to think about your priorities in life.  Smoking hut vs. financial gain in life? Come on people – get a grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8071055332923942826?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8071055332923942826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8071055332923942826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8071055332923942826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8071055332923942826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/smoking-facilities.html' title='Smoking Facilities'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R6CjwqfVAkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vhQK2aqeI7E/s72-c/cigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-694917526846257040</id><published>2008-01-29T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:38.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-8qfVAjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ap09lnhqfbY/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-8qfVAjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ap09lnhqfbY/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160983278652817970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-16fVAiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tj5Kztvlllg/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-16fVAiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tj5Kztvlllg/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160983162688700962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-xKfVAhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kIWV9McBGTg/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-xKfVAhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kIWV9McBGTg/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160983081084322322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning February 1st and continuing through February 14th my blog will be dedicated to LOVE.  Why?  Well it’s that time of year, Valentine’s Day, the time of Cupid, love, time to show those we love just how much we love them.  I’m going to take the first 14 days of February to research love, find trivia, talk to people, and just spew out as much information as I can about LOVE.  Hopefully at the end of my journey we’ll all just be a little smarter and a little more “in love” with LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-694917526846257040?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/694917526846257040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=694917526846257040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/694917526846257040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/694917526846257040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dedication-to-love.html' title='Dedication to LOVE'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R59-8qfVAjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ap09lnhqfbY/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8445041720879412633</id><published>2008-01-29T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:52:34.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Tuesday Tips</title><content type='html'>Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else!&lt;br /&gt; The trouble with life is, you're half way through it before you realize it's  a 'do it yourself' thing.&lt;br /&gt;          It's only premarital sex if you're going to get married&lt;br /&gt;  Learning from your mistakes is wise; learning from the mistakes of others is wiser&lt;br /&gt;      A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8445041720879412633?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8445041720879412633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8445041720879412633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8445041720879412633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8445041720879412633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-tuesday-tips.html' title='5 Tuesday Tips'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6479647349488065361</id><published>2008-01-29T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:29:07.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Conversation</title><content type='html'>What makes a good conversation?  This is obviously something we will all answer differently, however I will now of course give my thoughts.  I’m a Gemini and for those of you that know me I’m a fast thinker, pretty quick witted, analytical, creative, and always up on current events in most of the areas of the world.  My friend Jacob is a good conversationalist.  When we talk it’s a constant flow of words, never a dull moment, and no lulls in the conversation unless we happen to be tired.  I also have a few girlfriends at work that can keep me entertained with their banter and wit.  However, unfortunately there are those less fortunate that have not been given the gift of gab.  Have you met them?  The ones that bore you out of your mind and you wonder if when alone if they bore themselves?  It’s as if you want to teach them how to have a good conversation, but how do you do this without being rude.  Here are the different types of conversationalists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Repeater: Have you met this person?  The one that tells you the same stories over and over each and every time you talk to them until you find yourself actually finishing their sentences for them.  Why?  Is it because they forget?  Are they bored?  Why?  Shoot me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pauser:  This is the person that while talking is preoccupied with other things and just sort of stalls while talking, or they are trying to think of what they are trying to say.  All the while, you actually know what they want to say and you SO want to assist so you can move the conversation along.  However, this just confuses them and prolongs the conversation even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend Scholar:  This is the person that pretends to know something about a subject matter when they really have no idea about anything you’re referring to just so they can be apart of the conversation.  Don’t do this.  Just listen and state that you aren’t up on this topic and try to learn.  Don’t pretend to know the subject matter – you look like an idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Particular: This is the person that says this, “Well we went to the movie on Friday, or no was it Saturday, well maybe it was Friday, well it might have been Saturday because I don’t think it was after work, but it could have been Friday because I can’t really remember, yes, I think it was Friday. Well anyway, we went to the 2:00 movie, or was it 3:00, well I think it was 2:00, but it might have been 3:00, I know it was past 1:00 because I didn’t leave the house until 12:30.  Have you met this person?  I know one in particular.  It makes me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Polite One:  This is the person that is just so polite all the time.  “How was your day”, “I hope your day is great”, “I hope your night is great”, “I hope your weekend is great”.  This is mostly a pet peeve when it’s a guy that I’m talking to and he is just “too nice”  Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud Talker:  This is the person that feels the need to talk REALLY LOUD all the time to express themselves when there is really no need to do so.  To laugh loud, talk loud, just be loud for what I assume to just get themselves out there for attention.  I can’t take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you crave in a conversation you may have other pet peeves but these are mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6479647349488065361?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6479647349488065361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6479647349488065361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6479647349488065361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6479647349488065361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-conversation.html' title='Good Conversation'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3139182983923449750</id><published>2008-01-28T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Oddities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R55WGqfVAgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HF1jOTWeVL4/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R55WGqfVAgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HF1jOTWeVL4/s320/candy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160656895498060290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends made fun of me today when they saw how I ate my M&amp;M(s).  I always eat the colors that I like the least first; leaving my favorite colors for last.  I eat them in the following order: brown, orange, green, yellow, red and then blue. What can I say it's just my thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat Chex Mix I tend to eat the items by categories.  It just seems the thing to do for some reason.  I don't however, eat one item on my plate at a time, I have a sister that does this and although it would drive me crazy, it works for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my food to touch, I don't see the need for anything to lap over on top of each other, but hey if you want it to - go for it. I also eat pizza with a fork most of the time because it's less messy and I get grief for that too. I think everyone has oddities, and I say the more power to you.  You should enjoy your food just the way you want it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3139182983923449750?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3139182983923449750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3139182983923449750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3139182983923449750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3139182983923449750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/eating-oddities.html' title='Eating Oddities'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R55WGqfVAgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HF1jOTWeVL4/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-508508499304988944</id><published>2008-01-28T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R53qMafVAfI/AAAAAAAAANw/j_4yw-_uZfA/s1600-h/evan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R53qMafVAfI/AAAAAAAAANw/j_4yw-_uZfA/s320/evan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160538247026508274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very cute movie and I recommend it for anyone that just wants a good night at home with a good, clean cute, family fun movie.  Steve Carell is just funny and he pulls off the Moses character to a tee.  Morgan Freeman is back as God and as always, does an award winning job at playing the Big Man.  Steve does a great job interacting with the animals and of course anytime you put animals in a movie it's just funny.  I laughed out loud several times during the middle of the movie.  The end isn't exactly climactic, but hey, it's still cute.  All in all, I'd still give it an A rating.  It's just a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-508508499304988944?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/508508499304988944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=508508499304988944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/508508499304988944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/508508499304988944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/evan-almighty.html' title='Evan Almighty'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R53qMafVAfI/AAAAAAAAANw/j_4yw-_uZfA/s72-c/evan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-5818170239374786511</id><published>2008-01-25T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:53:22.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Harvey Writes</title><content type='html'>We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. &lt;br /&gt;I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. &lt;br /&gt;And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. &lt;br /&gt;When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. &lt;br /&gt;On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom. &lt;br /&gt;If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. &lt;br /&gt;When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like. &lt;br /&gt;May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. &lt;br /&gt;I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle. &lt;br /&gt;May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the Holidays. &lt;br /&gt;I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand. &lt;br /&gt;These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life. &lt;br /&gt;Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you and remember we secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5818170239374786511?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5818170239374786511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5818170239374786511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5818170239374786511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5818170239374786511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/paul-harvey-writes.html' title='Paul Harvey Writes'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1259650071374036913</id><published>2008-01-25T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Fuzzy Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5otJ6fVAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y3vMKf6szgA/s1600-h/fuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5otJ6fVAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y3vMKf6szgA/s320/fuzzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159485971449053666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on cartoon to make larger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1259650071374036913?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1259650071374036913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1259650071374036913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1259650071374036913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1259650071374036913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-fuzzy-cartoon.html' title='Get Fuzzy Cartoon'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5otJ6fVAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y3vMKf6szgA/s72-c/fuzzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1689610227450292934</id><published>2008-01-25T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment at Wendy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5oqUqfVAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/vqtNcFhWIfM/s1600-h/wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5oqUqfVAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/vqtNcFhWIfM/s320/wendy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159482857597764050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, see this is one of those moments that called for tact (see earlier entry) and I wish I could be "tacky".  There is a woman that works at the Wendy's by my work and she is the counter person, you know the one that takes your order, checks you out, takes your money and gives you change. Big role, lots of responsbilities and let me tell you SHE SUCKS.  I don't mean sort of or kind of I mean TOTALLY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, I don't go there a lot, I think I've been there maybe 4 times in the past two months but EVERYTIME I'm in there she is messing up someone's order or messing up on the cash register.  She is a mess.  The thing is the manager is right there helping her, messing with her mistakes and dealing with angry customers and I'm like, "Dude, is she the owner's mother or something? Cut the cord and let her go."  See, I feel bad saying this because she may really need a job and that's the thing; can't she work in the back doing something else?  Isn't it obvious to us and everyone in the Wendy's establishment that "checker outer" isn't her thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a harsh person I would complain but technically she has never truly messed up my change or order, she has only delayed my order by screwing up many others.  What gets me is that she never loses her blank stare and she always ends up saying things like, "This machine is just not working" or "I'm not sure why it did that."  Never catching on that she might have did something wrong AGAIN. It cracks me up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll go back and I'm sure she'll be at the counter, same blank stare, same screw ups going on, welcome to Customer Service..........life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1689610227450292934?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1689610227450292934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1689610227450292934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1689610227450292934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1689610227450292934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-at-wendy.html' title='Moment at Wendy&apos;s'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5oqUqfVAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/vqtNcFhWIfM/s72-c/wendy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1437851877762287958</id><published>2008-01-25T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:41:21.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>It’s one of the most misconstrued acts in today’s world and can cause controversy, missed chances of romance, friendship, promotions, and can change the outcome of people’s lives.  What someone thinks of you is based on what they see, what they hear AND what they assume based on what they’ve seen and heard; and that is the part that I’m amazed by lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have different levels of perception with the circle of people in your life.  Ask yourself the following question; do the people in my life…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceive me for who they knew me to be in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Perceive me for who they want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;Perceive me for who they need me to be?&lt;br /&gt;Perceive me for whom I truly am and love me as I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s any of the first three then chances are the relationship is not healthy.  It’s only the last answer that you have a healthy relationship.  I only have a limited number of people that I can say really, truly know me.  Know me, get me and love me anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re at work you are perceived perhaps based on “blanket statements” that you make or people actually watch you and just assume things about you based on what you wear, things you have on your desk, items you purchase, the people you associate with (or date) and then they assume the rest.  80% of the time they are amazingly inaccurate on their assumptions about how you truly are at home and in your personal life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never judge a book by its cover”, it’s a wonderful quote, but unfortunately everyone judges whether they like to admit it or not.   The perception of others has become something I’m intrigued by even within family members.  My family’s perception of me has always been completely off.  They can’t help it; it’s just that they’ve known me all my life so that’s it – they think they know me and if I were to change it is hard for them to accept that I would actually change at some point in my life to a different type of person.  Just because you acted a certain way at 20 yrs old doesn’t mean you will act this way at 40, but family members tend to think you will never change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality ranges from classical music to rap, sappy love novels to horror novels, comedies to dramas, my range of interest are so vast my list would take up too much space to type, what is my true type of “soul mate”?  Who knows, well I sort of know, but then again it varies doesn’t it?  What I’m saying is I’m not the average, run of the mill, write it down once, and you’ll know her kind of girl, but if you were to ask my mom, she’d tell you she knows me inside and out.  The true test  however; I can bet you my house that I could ask my mom, my ex, my best friend and maybe my daughter and my sister to answer questions about me and if you read the answers you’d think you were reading answers about 3-4 different people.  I truly feel people that I know perceive me totally different.  Now, maybe a couple would answer the same as they fall into that fourth category up there that REALLY know me and get me, but for the most part perception is what people WANT to see in someone, not what they really are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my point I guess, I think too often we take our friends, loved ones and we see in them what we need to see and what we need to get from them to love them instead of loving them for who they really are and seeing them for what they could give us.  Think about this the next time you’re with that person you love. Try loving them for who they are and tell yourself, “I think this person is great, I should see them through their own eyes.”  I bet you’ll be surprised what you really see and I bet you can open up a door of honesty that you never knew existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1437851877762287958?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437851877762287958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1437851877762287958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1437851877762287958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1437851877762287958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-7910677956266946393</id><published>2008-01-24T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:14:41.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to speak to a Supervisor</title><content type='html'>In my profession this statement is used quite often and I’m bewildered most of the time once the request is fulfilled.  Most of the time, by the time I get on the line with the requestor (Yes, you guessed it, I’m one of the lucky ones in the supervisory world) they have already belittled a customer service representative about a matter (usually a pointless matter I might add) and they have yelled, maybe screamed or sometimes even cursed.  It’s funny though, I get them on the line and if I call them back I normally state my name and state I’m calling from XYZ Company.  Now at this point you think they’d remember the company right?  After all, this company has just devastated their life and ruined their day, but most of the time I have to repeat the name of the company AND remind them that they have asked a supervisor to call them back.  What is that all about?  You were devastated by my company, but you have to be reminded why I’m calling you back?  Unbelievable!  &lt;br /&gt;     The next step is the dissertation on why they are angry.  I get the calmer version of course and they never let on that they have yelled, screamed or cursed at my CSR’s.  They or course begin to explain they have graciously attempted to explain their situation to my team member and they in turn were treated horridly.  They forget we also have recorded phone lines and I can review all calls!  Most of the time these calls are resolved within minutes and I explain the EXACT same thing the CSR has explained but because I’m a SUPERVISOR they accept the information and hang up.  Why is it that the same verbiage coming from a Supervisor makes it acceptable?  I have yet to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;     I’m not a “get me a supervisor” kind of girl.  I don’t send food back to the kitchen.  I don’t ask to speak to the manager when an employee has an attitude because I know in the reality of the real world the supervisor really isn’t going to do anything.  Let’s get real folks.  Do you really think if I tell a manager my steak was too rare he is REALLY going to go back to the kitchen and personally talk to the chef to make him feel bad?  Right!  If anything the chef is going to spit on my food before they bring it back out. Does ANYONE watch 20/20?  &lt;br /&gt;     Errors happen in a processing world, humans are not perfect and I’m amazed that when you explain to a customer straight up, honestly, humbly, that an error was made, you are very sorry (note:  I am sorry when we start the conversation because I feel everyone deserves a chance at being treated fairly), and that you will do what you can to rectify the situation that they still insist about ranting and raving as if you SHOULD be able to go back in time and make the error not occur. Well wouldn’t that be nice if we had those powers?  LET IT GO, GET A HOBBY!  I’m sure each, individual, customer service, processing department tries to be error free, but again we are human.  &lt;br /&gt;      Customers should remember that when calling in to complain.  If the Supervisor appears to be sincere during the apology process then take it and go with it.  Do not continue to rant and rave. Accept it and move on.  &lt;br /&gt;My favorite customer is the one that calls in to speak to rep #1 and rants for lets say, 5-10 minutes and doesn’t like the resolution.  Hangs up and then calls right back and gets rep #2 on the line.  He/she pretends as if they have never called in that day and begins to rant and rave again.  Not realizing the company may have a note system or tracking system that shows they just called in.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;First Phone Call 10 minutes of Ranting and Raving&lt;br /&gt;Second Phone Call 15-20 minutes of Ranting and Raving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the client look like an idiot by telling them you already have documentation of his previous phone call from 2 minutes ago and you see that someone is already working on the issue and they will call them back&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                         PRICELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7910677956266946393?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7910677956266946393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7910677956266946393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7910677956266946393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7910677956266946393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-speak-to-supervisor.html' title='I want to speak to a Supervisor'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1911291300566846123</id><published>2008-01-23T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving my point about frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5eLsafVAcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kLRISyUUDnA/s1600-h/frog"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5eLsafVAcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kLRISyUUDnA/s320/frog" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158745493317419458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another creature on the list includes the Darwin frog in Chile. The male frog keeps its babies safe by swallowing them. "When the tadpoles are developing enough and wriggling in the egg, the male gulps them down into his vocal sac," an expert said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How disgusting is this?  OMIGOSH this just freaks me out that this male frog does this!  I can't take it. Frogs freak me out!  It's disgusting isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1911291300566846123?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1911291300566846123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1911291300566846123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1911291300566846123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1911291300566846123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/proving-my-point-about-frogs.html' title='Proving my point about frogs'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5eLsafVAcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kLRISyUUDnA/s72-c/frog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4018089369149559390</id><published>2008-01-23T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:39:03.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Things Every Woman Should Know About Sex</title><content type='html'>Just Because I like to keep my friends informed! These are just fun tips for women!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every woman has a surefire happy-making position — find yours. &lt;br /&gt;By all means, try new things, mix it up, find an alternate use for your baby's exersaucer when she's asleep if it adds to the variety — but figure out your no-fail move or position so you know you can always have an orgasm when you need one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That position may change. Maybe in your misspent youth you were all about acrobatics and funky props, but now you strive for a deep connection with your guy. (Or maybe it's the other way around!) What you crave, both physically and emotionally, can shift over time, says Mary Jane Minkin, M.D., a clinical professor of obstetrics and gynecology at Yale School of Medicine. Pay attention to what you're feeling (or not feeling) and adapt to your new normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He doesn't have a flaw-o-meter. That would be you scanning your body for an errant pudge or a dimple in the wrong place. "During sexual arousal, men are experiencing such a neurochemical cocktail rush, they're really just caught up in the intoxication of it all," says REDBOOK Love Network expert and sex therapist Ian Kerner, Ph.D., author of She Comes First. In other words, he's too overwhelmed with joy to notice your "flaws." Put aside your body angst and you'll soon be having as much fun as he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex in a soft, clean, comfy bed is underrated. You're supposed to want to do it on the kitchen floor, in the airplane bathroom, and hanging from your light fixtures. Bah! There's no shame in enjoying your good sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sex clichés are clichés for a reason: They work. Get a hotel room. Have date night. Take a bubble bath. For God's sake, buy some scented candles already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone else is not having more (or better) sex than you are. &lt;br /&gt;There is no "normal" amount we should all aspire to, no magic number of times per month that signifies your relationship is hunky-dory. There's only one question you need to answer: Are you having enough sex for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Asking for what you want is worth the embarrassment. What's a brief awkward moment of sounding like one of those women at the end of a 900 number compared to, well, getting what you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You need transition time into sex. Look at all the people who want a piece of you — your kid, your client, the guy who's supposed to be renovating your kitchen. So don't expect to make the leap from corporate exec or general contractor or mommy-on-the-spot to sex goddess without a little time to reassemble yourself. When you're done with the dinner dishes, take a shower — alone! — or read a book. Better yet, get your guy to do the dishes. After that, you might want to give him some action, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The more sex you have, the more you want. It's simple: Delicious recent memories make you want to reenact the fun. But the reverse is also often true — if you go too long without, you forget how much you like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Masturbating isn't just for dry spells.  First of all, it's plain fun, and second, when was the last time you disappointed yourself? Not to mention the fact that more frequent orgasms will keep you craving partner play, too (see above). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worrying about your orgasm is the best way to chase it away. When your mind is reeling, It's not happening ... concentrate ... he'll think he failed ... what's wrong with me? you're thinking, not feeling. Focus on the lovely physical sensations instead and soon you won't be able to think straight — in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Planned sex can be even better than spontaneous sex.Anticipation as foreplay. Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Yes, you can give him a hand. Touching yourself to speed up your happy ending is not only allowed, it's appreciated, especially when your guy has had his neck in an awkward position for the better part of an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He doesn't need you to know any fancy techniques. "There are many paths to male orgasm," says Kerner. As long as you pay attention to his reactions, refrain from inflicting pain (unless invited to) and don't do anything involving teeth (again, unless he asks), you won't hear any complaints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sometimes what your body lusts for most is sleep. An "off" night or a dry spell doesn't mean your relationship is tanking. It usually means you have children or a demanding job or you need to be alone in your head. Go ahead, take the night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. But sometimes "Just do it" really does work. If you wait to be struck with a spontaneous urge to tear his clothes off, you may be waiting a very long time. But if you simply decide to give it a go, your body (and your desire) will often catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Kegels are key. These exercises strengthen your pubococcygeal (PC) muscles, a.k.a. your pelvic floor muscles, giving you more control during sex and intensifying orgasm, says Minkin. To do them, squeeze as if you're holding back urine, then release. (For a more detailed how-to, go to redbookmag.com/kegels.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your birth control method is not till death do us part. You need to reevaluate your pregnancy-prevention method at least twice in your adult life, says Minkin: when you go from wild woman to a mutually monogamous relationship, and after you have children. Not only does your body change post-baby, but your habits may change, too (making you a less reliable Pill taker, for example). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Doggie-style can be fun — really! It can make you feel a bit raunchy — and that's a good thing. It just suffers from bad PR. Let's change the name — like how the marketing people changed prunes to "dried plums." Hands-free sex? Getting the backstory? Taking the bull by the horns? Heck, call it Loretta, but try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pain during intercourse is not normal. Occasional discomfort may just mean that you're tense or haven't had enough foreplay, but if sex hurts often, see your doctor. "It could be as simple as a low-grade urinary tract infection," says Minkin. Whatever it is, you don't have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way your vagina looks, however, is perfectly normal. And no, we don't have to see it to know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Props are your friends. Vibrators, fun feathers, unusually shaped pillows — you name it, someone has probably patented it. At the very least, these tools will make you laugh, which can be its own turn-on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Sex is how he shows love. It's an age-old problem: We gals need to feel cozy and loving to want to have sex, and guys need to have sex to access those cozy and loving feelings. "A lot of guys don't have many outlets for communication, and for them sex is a powerful form of emotional expression," says Kerner. Remember that the next time he wants to have make-up sex before you've really made up — to him, sex is a peace offering and a gift of love, all in one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. No matter how badly you want to cuddle and fall asleep, you gotta get up and pee after sex. Why? So you don't get a urinary tract infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He'll be snoring by the time you return from the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;The buildup to his ejaculation involves a lot of muscular tension, explains Kerner. When the wave has subsided, he relaxes and sleep-inducing hormones are released. In short, he can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It's okay to simply take. Consider how you feel when you perform a one-way act on your guy — you get a certain pleasure out of that, right? Don't deny him the same joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sex gets better with age. (Or practice, or time with one partner, or all of the above.) The future is looking bright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4018089369149559390?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4018089369149559390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4018089369149559390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4018089369149559390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4018089369149559390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/27-things-every-woman-should-know-about.html' title='27 Things Every Woman Should Know About Sex'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-9084624991120729776</id><published>2008-01-23T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:25:08.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Ways to Sweep Him Off His Feet</title><content type='html'>I just thought these were kind of sassy and fun since it's close to Valentine's Day ladies.  Not that we don't already know them but just for a refresher course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Him from Family&lt;br /&gt;Bonding with your folks is important. We get that. But once we're down with Dad, don't make us suffer through every family function. If you excuse your guy from attending a family affair every now and then (no guilt trips allowed), he'll worship you for weeks afterward. If you don't he'll end up feeling like Mike, 27, who says "Having weekly Sunday dinners with my girlfriend and her whole family has started to make me feel resentful. I wind up talking politics with her uncle when all I want is to be home, sprawled out on my own couch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge with Him&lt;br /&gt;The old saying holds true: The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But unlike you, we're not looking to be wined and dined at some fancy restaurant with entrées we can't pronounce. Nope, we just want to get our eat on with you. "I get so turned off when a woman is so rigid about her diet that she never sways from her order of grilled chicken over salad," says Tom, 28. "There's nothing more endearing than a chick who throws caution to the wind once in a while and goes for a burger with cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer a Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Guys get juiced over a little friendly competition. But facing off with your man doesn't require major athletic skills. Take us on in bowling, cards, or even a video game and we're bound to get hot and bothered. "I had a girlfriend who's invite me to play darts with her every time we entered a bar," says Tony, 24. "She'd bet me things like loser opens the winner's car door for a week. The challenge totally fueled me. It was like foreplay." Any babe who beats us is guaranteed a rematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest a Sexcapade&lt;br /&gt;We're not averse to a romantic roll in the hay; it's just that lighting candles and scattering flower petals on the sheets doesn't qualify. Instead, why not treat your guy to steamy circus sex moves ... in costume? Okay, I tried. You don't have to be an acrobat in bed, but switch things up from time to time: Fulfill a fantasy, consult the Kama Sutra, try anything that's not routine. "My fiancée and I were in a bookstore when I admitted that the ol' sexy librarian image does it for me," says Rudy, 24. "The next day, she met me at my place dressed the part. She peered over her glasses, pulled out her bun, and said 'Do you need help finding your Longfellow?' I couldn't get naked fast enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-9084624991120729776?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9084624991120729776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=9084624991120729776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/9084624991120729776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/9084624991120729776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-ways-to-sweep-him-off-his-feet.html' title='4 Ways to Sweep Him Off His Feet'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-2529986186280969288</id><published>2008-01-23T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:57:15.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tact - Where is it?</title><content type='html'>Tact (noun) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ability to avoid giving offense (skill in situations in which other people’s feelings have to be considered)&lt;br /&gt;2. discretion (an intuitive sense of what is right or appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now this is the definition of this word, have you heard of it before?  Personally I feel that this is something that you are either taught as a child growing up, or possibly you acquire as you get older because you realize you would like to be a better person in the professional world and fit in with professional or “tactful” people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, however, more and more I find that “TACT” is losing its battle in the world we know today.  It’s a simple concept really and it’s common sense for those that would like to get better at having tact and are clueless.  Now sometimes it does come with age, we realize this and we are forgiving to the young at heart. We realize that you want to share about your crazy weekends, your drinking escapades and encounters with the opposite sex and we do overlook those Monday morning conversations due to your age.  We are truly speaking of the older generation, the ones that should know better, the ones that should follow the rules of etiquette that should have been graciously laid down by their parents, but I’m finding apparently has not been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people think we need to know about your family issues in detail?  Why do I need to know in detail every personal detail of every personal phone call from your desk?  Most offices supply conference rooms and today, most of us have cell phones and you are allowed to step outside and make personal phone calls.  I’m eluded as to why instead we must hear each and every personal detail of your life.   Why do you think we need to know about your purchases of a financial matter that entails your financial information across a wall?  There are taboo issues that should never be discussed at work, does anyone remember these?  Finances, salary, religion, sex…..but more and more people just feel the need to cross those lines.  NO TACT.  Am I wrong here?  All it does is lead to issues that end in confrontation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also amazed at comments you hear coming out of people’s mouths to other individual’s in a professional environment.  Are we hanging out at Sam’s Tavern or are we working at a place of business?  Sometimes it’s difficult to tell anymore isn’t it?  This takes place in the customer service environment across counters daily.  I’m stunned when I’m the customer across a counter and the employees are just talking, talking, talking, as if I’m invisible.  I was at a Mexican restaurant the other evening and I was waiting to get my take out.  As I’m waiting to get my change one guy attempted to “assist” the cashier and she rudely stated, “If you so much as touch this cash register one more freakin’ time I swear I’m going to go off on you.  You are on my last freakin’ nerves today.”  It was if they were in their own little world and I was non-existent.  He continued to argue with her over the matter and I am standing the just waiting for my change. It was a joke.  Two toddlers running a restaurant and no adult in sight, obviously lacking tact!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m constantly told by sales rep’s how miserable they are to be at work for the evening as they are waiting on me, checking me out, etc. as if that is my fault that they have to be working.  NO TACT.  I do feel bad that they have to work, maybe it’s their second job, I’m not sure, but I can’t help that and you know what, have some tact and just let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tact is something you either have or you don’t and I’m finding my tolerance as I get older is just less and less for those that don’t have it.  Now am I perfect, absolutely not and I know the moment I lost my tact and I hate myself for losing it.  That being said, I try daily to maintain a level of tact and wish others would do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my vent for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2529986186280969288?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2529986186280969288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=2529986186280969288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2529986186280969288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2529986186280969288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/tact-where-is-it.html' title='Tact - Where is it?'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1507524078345211193</id><published>2008-01-21T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:39.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fossil History Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5S0SkDGgyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OSvi2OS0r10/s1600-h/brett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5S0SkDGgyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OSvi2OS0r10/s320/brett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157945704253391650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5S0N0DGgxI/AAAAAAAAANI/6tzwxybJMvY/s1600-h/fossil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5S0N0DGgxI/AAAAAAAAANI/6tzwxybJMvY/s320/fossil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157945622649013010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is a fossil that I'm sure dates back to pre-historic days and can help us learn about important dinosaur history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right however is a fossil in the NFL that caused an entire team to lose a playoff game to a team that really didn't deserve to advance.  Now, I don't care mind you, he isn't one of my favorite players anyway and I think he should have retired two + years ago, but now he has gone and cost a team to lose an entire chance at a Super Bowl championship.  Personally I love it as this is what he deserves continuing to play year after year when other respectable Quarterbacks such as Montana, Marino, Kelly and various others knew when to let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have had our lesson in fossils today!  May the Giants not get too trampled by the Patriots.  Had it not been for the Fossil, Green Bay may have had a chance at beating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1507524078345211193?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1507524078345211193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1507524078345211193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1507524078345211193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1507524078345211193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/fossil-history-lesson.html' title='Fossil History Lesson'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R5S0SkDGgyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OSvi2OS0r10/s72-c/brett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3692851716897625975</id><published>2008-01-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:40.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4-MTkDGgvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JYn9r1TG_DQ/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4-MTkDGgvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JYn9r1TG_DQ/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156494366084596466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4-MPEDGguI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A8ODxKRGBuY/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4-MPEDGguI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A8ODxKRGBuY/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156494288775185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh it snowed in Indiana today, our first snow of winter, a whole 1/4 inch of snow.  It was very beautiful but as usual, everyone was in a panic.  The weathermen were all in a tizzy talking, talking, talking about the "road conditions" and how we should all be careful!  It cracks me up.  I could still see my yard when I walked outside.  It wasn't like we even got a 1/2 inch!  &lt;br /&gt;Even funnier, the broadcast from Kentucky and they didn't even get 1/4 inch of snow, they mostly received rain.  I am amazed year after year that we repeatedly act like fools when the first snow begins to fall from the sky and we act as if the sky itself is falling to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;New England, New York, the get dumped on by feet of snow and they still go to work, school and I'm sure the general public continues to have a social life. Here in Indiana the world just stops - Oh, except the the grocery where there is a rush to get the normal bread and milk because you must have that when it's going to snow!  &lt;br /&gt;I love our town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3692851716897625975?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3692851716897625975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3692851716897625975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3692851716897625975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3692851716897625975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-in-indiana.html' title='Snow in Indiana'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4-MTkDGgvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JYn9r1TG_DQ/s72-c/snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1651025234793632759</id><published>2008-01-17T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:23:42.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine just shared this with me and it was too funny not to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome&lt;br /&gt;including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have&lt;br /&gt;you laughing out LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something&lt;br /&gt;wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious dad, can&lt;br /&gt;you help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into&lt;br /&gt;his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back,&lt;br /&gt;looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my! gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was equally outraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to&lt;br /&gt;reproduce," I accused my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she&lt;br /&gt;inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most&lt;br /&gt;loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,"&lt;br /&gt;she informed me. (again with the sarcasm, you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I&lt;br /&gt;shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced. "We're&lt;br /&gt;about to witness the miracle of birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a&lt;br /&gt;litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I&lt;br /&gt;really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny&lt;br /&gt;foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.&lt;br /&gt;"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay." Squeamishly , I reached in and grabbed the foot when it&lt;br /&gt;next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more&lt;br /&gt;times with the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe&lt;br /&gt;they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with&lt;br /&gt;the females in my house?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Ernie, breathe," he urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him.&lt;br /&gt;(Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what sh e does to me&lt;br /&gt;is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little&lt;br /&gt;animal through a magnifying glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak&lt;br /&gt;to you privately for a moment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labour. In&lt;br /&gt;fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie&lt;br /&gt;is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most&lt;br /&gt;male species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on&lt;br /&gt;his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cameron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were silent, absorbing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Ernie's just...just... excited," my wife offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More silence. Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle.&lt;br /&gt;And then even laugh loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman&lt;br /&gt;I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears were now running down her face. Laughing "It's just...that...I'm&lt;br /&gt;picturing you pulling on its... its...teeny little..." she gasped for&lt;br /&gt;more air to bellow in laughter once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the&lt;br /&gt;lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going&lt;br /&gt;to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you have NO idea,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed mouth, my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Lizards - $140...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Cage - $50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the Vet - $30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie.....Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story - finish biology class - lizards lay eggs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1651025234793632759?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1651025234793632759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1651025234793632759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1651025234793632759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1651025234793632759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6990330543278099157</id><published>2008-01-16T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:40:44.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out to Puerto Vallarta Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(Jacob is not allowed to make comments on this entry as he feels Mexican cuisine only exist at Qdoba)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you enjoy Mexican Food you should head over to Indiana, 4214 Charlestown Road, New Albany IN (It's in front of the Movie Theatre) and try the Mexican Food of Puerto Vallarta Restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's a great family restaurant, but they do have a bar side as well. The food is authentic Mexican cuisine and it's moderately priced.&amp;#160; When it first opened we tried it and we loved it.&amp;#160; It is a chain, but they are all further up North.&amp;#160; There are none located in Kentucky at this time, but it's worth the drive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I, of course, love the chicken and cheese nachos, but the tamales are good and the tacos are also good too.&amp;#160; I have heard good things about the burritos, but I can't say for certain, as I have not tried them myself.&amp;#160; The Queso is a white-cheese Queso and it is TO DIE FOR and it's a must try appetizer!&amp;#160; The Salsa is mild, but also good and the waiters are the best.&amp;#160; They are friendly, fast and&amp;#160; make you feel as if you are their only customer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They are packed every night which tells me I'm not the only one that thinks they are a hit.&amp;#160; If you get a chance, try it out and see if you like it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6990330543278099157?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6990330543278099157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6990330543278099157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6990330543278099157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6990330543278099157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shout-out-to-puerto-vallarta-restaurant.html' title='Shout Out to Puerto Vallarta Restaurant'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-486240579775899217</id><published>2008-01-16T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:56:00.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Rules of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before I even type this, let me preface this by saying I don't think there is a perfect answer to what I'm asking.&amp;#160; Actually I'm just sort of throwing some thoughts out there to be read.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dating is hard enough as it is, and based on my &amp;quot;the one&amp;quot; topic we all want to find &amp;quot;the one&amp;quot; and live happily ever after.&amp;#160; Now, I'm the first one to step back and say that I truly believe in the old-fashioned days of &amp;quot;Leave it to Beaver&amp;quot; where the Dad goes to work and the Mom stayed home to take care of the home and the kids.&amp;#160; Yep, believe it or not I believe in the concept.&amp;#160; Simpler time, Simpler life and things seemed to just work out well for a well balanced child and family. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, times change and we all must change with them and there is nothing wrong with that.&amp;#160; I accept that a child can be raised healthy by one single parent, two gay parents, two lesbian parents.&amp;#160; As long as the child is raised healthy and stable I'm all for it.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That being said, dating...........in today's society have we evolved enough to say it's truly OK to &amp;quot;date around&amp;quot; and not label the guy or girl who chooses that life?&amp;#160; OR, better yet what is he/she wants to date two people at the same time?&amp;#160; Here is the thing....you start to date one person and you meet a second person and you like them both.&amp;#160; Most say you must choose one and go for it and go through the motions.&amp;#160; You put all this energy into this one person only to find out 6-7 months down the road (if not longer) it just wasn't meant to be and where does that leave both of you?&amp;#160; Back at square one.&amp;#160; Then you both start all over again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, if you are dating two people and you are open and honest with them and they maybe are doing the same then you have options.&amp;#160; Now, the intimacy comes in to play doesn't it?&amp;#160; That for me would have to be discussed that when you decide to make that choice then maybe you have to decide, maybe not - that is between the couples.&amp;#160; In today's world unfortunately you can't just sleep around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All I'm saying is that why do we dictate ourselves to one person, one path, one disaster after another and then we start all over again time and time again.&amp;#160; It's like this ridiculous ritual that repeats itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Men seem to get away with dating several girls at a time, but women seem to get &amp;quot;labeled&amp;quot; when they try it.&amp;#160; This has always blown me away.&amp;#160; I think its time this changes.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are just random thoughts for the day and no I'm not revamping my life, just talking with friends today and we had some thoughts....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As always, points to ponder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-486240579775899217?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/486240579775899217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=486240579775899217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/486240579775899217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/486240579775899217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dating-rules-of-life.html' title='Dating Rules of Life'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1352287897799737369</id><published>2008-01-14T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:27:49.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to Life................</title><content type='html'>What is the key to life?  We all have thoughts don’t we?  I always tell myself that everything happens for a reason. I have too because I try not to have regrets.  I think regrets wear you down and take a toll on you.  Not that I don’t have a few, you can scrape by without a few regrets in life.  However I think the biggest key to life is timing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read some of the 9-11 stories where people were running late for work that morning and did things like went back to get their brief case or maybe got stuck in traffic?  I don’t recall the exact details, but for whatever reason they didn’t go in to the tower that particular morning due to a 5-10 minute delay and their life was spared.  TIMING – life is all about timing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in a car wreck.  Maybe you left the house 20 minutes earlier than you normally would have and if you had just stayed on schedule you could have avoided the wreck.  TIMING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister says that when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.  As if we have a date on our souls.  I don’t believe that for a moment. I truly believe life is all based on timing, chance and the decisions we make with each chance we have based on the timing around the event.   A split second decision can change your life forever.  Think about it because it truly can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are totally yours and no one else can make up your mind for you.  You are the ultimate final decision maker on most of the decisions you make.  Now, disasters that fall upon us – that falls under fate, but how we react would be your decision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I truly know that decisions I make will more than likely come back to haunt me, but at that moment its how I feel and I have to go with that decision.  At that moment, because I analyze like I do, I already know I’m messing with the TIMING of my life.  How will this affect my fate?  I could analyze this for hours.  Fate is a powerful force that I believe in.  Some don’t; one person I know in particular has never believed in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is the key to life and every day you must focus on your decisions to make sure they work for you!  Remember that before you change your daily routine, jump at a conclusion, make a rash decision or make a major change in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1352287897799737369?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1352287897799737369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1352287897799737369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1352287897799737369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1352287897799737369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/key-to-life.html' title='Key to Life................'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-7491918585225448350</id><published>2008-01-14T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:40.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r4UUDGgtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bmsxnqQrOic/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r4UUDGgtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bmsxnqQrOic/s320/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155205751341744850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have no worries, no responsibilities, no cares in your daily world.  Just sort of exist, go to work, eat, play, sleep and not worry about the big stuff?  You hear about people like this and you wonder how it's possible.  How are they able to live like this?  I know someone like this.  It's amazing.  You have to wonder if it's pure laziness or they just don't care enough about people around them to give a damn about other's lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that you can just only think about yourself and not worry about anyone else.  How selfish can one person really be and how do you even get this way?  Do you develop over time in to this type of person or do you wake up one day and just think "Screw it, I think I'll just coast from here on out.  I don't need to do much to live or exist so I'll just let everyone else do everything for me and don't give a damn about anything!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it isn't a life I would choose, but I have to admit I'm intrigued that you can just exist in your own special, little world and not lift a finger to help anyone, care about anyone or do anything on a daily basis for anyone.  It blows my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7491918585225448350?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7491918585225448350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7491918585225448350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7491918585225448350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7491918585225448350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-worries.html' title='No Worries'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r4UUDGgtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bmsxnqQrOic/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4228769258852691553</id><published>2008-01-14T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:40.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r10kDGgsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8mB-SMU2yVo/s1600-h/last_supper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155203006857642690" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: hand; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r10kDGgsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8mB-SMU2yVo/s320/last_supper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's late and I can't sleep and there is a TV special on about the hunt for the real Holy Grail. It's hard not to get caught up in the hype of all the information and &amp;quot;facts&amp;quot; that are laid out in the picture isn't it? Was he married, could there still be a blood-line in existence today protected by a secret society? How incredible to thing there are children today that have a blood line to Jesus.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It will be never ending I guess between scholars trying to defend their side forever. To be in this picture it clearly appears to be a female. I of course, would love to see the original picture (wouldn't we all). Just to say I have seen it myself.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;History is so a part of our lives and always a challenge to so many.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4228769258852691553?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4228769258852691553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4228769258852691553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4228769258852691553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4228769258852691553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4r10kDGgsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8mB-SMU2yVo/s72-c/last_supper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-7795307838993732357</id><published>2008-01-13T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:41.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL Playoffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4meREDGgrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gdiEKgoUtf4/s1600-h/brett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4meREDGgrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gdiEKgoUtf4/s320/brett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154825264483959474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4meM0DGgqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fa3s1l5EImM/s1600-h/brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4meM0DGgqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fa3s1l5EImM/s320/brady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154825191469515426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hasn't been a good Football year for me.  These two men are killing me.  First I had to see Brett come back from a 14 point lead and win in the snow and then I had to see Brady Boy win (again).  It's been a year filled with victories for these two teams, not to mention Dallas too.  My only hope is for a final upset tomorrow with the Colts winning and hopefully we will be able to do SOMETHING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push comes to shove I would actually love to see Green Bay beat Dallas so they CAN get smacked by the Patriots in the final game. Nothing would please me more.  Except maybe Dallas actually beating the Patriots but everyone is saying it can't be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the NFL and ANYTHING can happen during the playoffs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always next year for me.............something has to give, but wait Brett is coming back, Thank God, I had lost sleep thinking he might have retired.  Give it up dude.  Marino, Montana, Elway, they all knew when to quit, even Vinny knows when it's time to go, but you...........well enough venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO COLTS - I have to stay positive.  We've done big things before.  The coolest thing would be to actually see Colts and Giants.  That would be something wouldn't it?  Too much hype of course, but for the books, that would make history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7795307838993732357?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7795307838993732357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7795307838993732357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7795307838993732357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7795307838993732357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/nfl-playoffs.html' title='NFL Playoffs'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4meREDGgrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gdiEKgoUtf4/s72-c/brett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3851934780827668081</id><published>2008-01-11T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:11:58.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The One"</title><content type='html'>My friend and I have had this discussion and I’ve actually asked several people and gotten a plethora of responses. It’s pertaining to being in love, actual love, the real thing, the whole kit and caboodle. Here is a question I present to anyone that would like to take a shot at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know at least 5 couples in your family/friend/working environment that you would consider truly in love?  Now when I ask this question you should ponder on the question before you start zipping out answers. Of course, as many, your first response in your head will either be a) me and my spouse or b) my parents.  Again, take your time; make sure you really think this through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about “the one”; you know what I’m talking about. Maybe you dated him/her when you were younger and still have moments that he/she crosses your mind.  The love that grabbed your heart like a spinning wheel, caused butterflies every time he/she was in your presence, finished your thoughts knew you inside and out, shared intimate moments you still think about today – yep I’m talking about “the one”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 5 couples that live this kind of love in their marriage right now?  Sadly I bet you can’t, and if you can I bet you’d be hard pressed to come up with #6.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that, what happens to “that kind of love”?  Are you only allowed that for a certain amount of time and then you grow up, become responsible and what?  It just falls to the back burner.  Does the commitment to our partners fall to bottom behind kids, work, bills, chores, etc.? Why don’t we keep it alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name 3 couples that I truly feel still put their partners first and co-exist, not only in the outside world, but still love each other as deeply as the day they met.  When you see them and get to know them you know it can be existent for anyone that wants to have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love, I believe in it and trust me if you’ve had it you know how great it can be and if you’ve lost it you wonder if you’ll ever have it again.  I don’t believe there is just one chance of finding “the one”, as I think you can fall in love again, but can you hold on to it with all of life’s pressures?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to ponder………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3851934780827668081?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3851934780827668081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3851934780827668081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3851934780827668081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3851934780827668081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/one.html' title='&quot;The One&quot;'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-8778852097935453610</id><published>2008-01-09T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:34:44.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Particulars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are many discussions that take place with my friends and family based on my food taste, or as they like to state, a lack of food taste. I thought once and for all I would throw down the gauntlet and set the record straight. I&amp;#8217;ve been called picky, some call me a freak, but it&amp;#8217;s just not true. I&amp;#8217;m particular in the method that I choose to eat my meals. What is wrong with that may I ask? Here are some of my &amp;#8220;methods of madness&amp;#8221; as I like to call them:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat green food, except with the exception of occasional shredded lettuce on particular items. It must be shredded not leaf. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat vegetables; it&amp;#8217;s a texture thing honestly. I do eat corn on the cob or I will eat regular corn IF it&amp;#8217;s drained completely and I have it on top of mashed potatoes.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat pork except for bacon fried crisp and the occasional fried pork chop.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat anything BBQ. What is the point, no matter what you are eating just taste like BBQ so why not just drink the stuff and call it a day?&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mushrooms are evil.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat condiments of any kind; again I don&amp;#8217;t need additional flavor to my food.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The concept of a salad blows my mind. Crunchy vegetables with liquid flavor soaking all over them. Never in my lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Chicken, cheese Nachos are the best food combination known to man.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I struggle with pizza; it used to be my favorite food; however I&amp;#8217;m down to one restaurant at this point, Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde&amp;#8217;s pizza only. No other will suffice. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Appetizers rule the world; mozzarella sticks, potato skins, queso, chicken fingers, quesadilla&amp;#8217;s, you name them I love them. You can&amp;#8217;t go wrong with appetizers!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Food should never touch unless it&amp;#8217;s gravy. Gravy is of course allowed to touch.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Red meat should always be cooked well done. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Chocolate cake, white icing &amp;#8211; no substitutions.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Segregated plates are the best plates ever created&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t eat anything Strawberry&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t really eat fruit except bananas, maybe an orange or an apple a few times a year.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not a big fan of ice cream except drum sticks ROCK.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When I eat M&amp;amp;M&amp;#8217;s I eat them by least favorite color&amp;#8217;s first: Brown, green, red, yellow and then blue &amp;#8211; blue is my favorite. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Chex Mix has to been eaten by dividing it out by categories of items&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bologna sandwiches are best eaten with chips on top&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I love livercheese&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I love cottage cheese&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I can only eat eggs, fried, yolks busted. Scrambled eggs freak me out&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I only eat raspberry or cherry Jello&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Dream Whip &amp;#8211; never Cool Whip&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ready Whip &amp;#8211; never Cool Whip&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Oatmeal freaks me out &amp;#8211; it&amp;#8217;s slimy.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That should do for now &amp;#8211; just a few things that makes me, well&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.ME!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8778852097935453610?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8778852097935453610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8778852097935453610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8778852097935453610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8778852097935453610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-particulars.html' title='Food Particulars'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-8777088001006847325</id><published>2008-01-09T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:04:06.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and their color meaning</title><content type='html'>This discussion came up recently with a friend of mine and I found this information on the web.  For those of you that may want to send roses to someone special, here is the colors and what they represent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Red&lt;br /&gt;Red roses are the traditional symbol for love and romance, and a time-honored way to say "I love you." The red rose has long symbolized beauty and perfection. A bouquet of red roses is the perfect way to express your deep feelings for someone special. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Pink&lt;br /&gt;As a symbol of grace and elegance, the pink rose is often given as an expression of admiration. Pink roses can also convey appreciation as well as joyfulness. Pink rose bouquets often impart a gentler meaning than their red counterparts. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Yellow&lt;br /&gt;The bright, sunny color of yellow roses evokes a feeling of warmth and happiness. The warm feelings associated with the yellow rose are often akin to those shared with a true friend. As such, the yellow rose is an ideal symbol for joy and friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  White&lt;br /&gt;White roses represent innocence and purity and are traditionally associated with marriages and new beginnings. The white rose is also a symbol of honor and reverence, and white rose arrangements are often used as an expression of remembrance. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Orange&lt;br /&gt;With their blazing energy, orange roses are the embodiment of desire and enthusiasm. Orange roses often symbolize passion and excitement and are an expression of fervent romance. A bouquet of orange roses will send a meaningful message. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Lavender&lt;br /&gt;The unique beauty of the lavender rose has captured many hearts and imaginations. With their fantastical appearance, lavender roses are a perfect symbol of enchantment. The lavender rose is also traditionally used to express feelings of love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guess I've never gotten Orange roses but it's something to strive for....might I say I should have once or twice.........but didn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8777088001006847325?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8777088001006847325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8777088001006847325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8777088001006847325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8777088001006847325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/roses-and-their-color-meaning.html' title='Roses and their color meaning'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3453656147018776005</id><published>2008-01-09T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:22:01.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Granted I’m a parent, and I’m supposed to think young boys are stupid, but I’m also willing to cut them some slack in a lot of areas, but I guess phone etiquette just isn’t one of them. &lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have answered the phone for my daughter on numerous occasions and you can always tell, right away, a boy right well from a boy raised wrong.  When you pick up the phone and you are speaking to a good boy the conversation goes something as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Good Boy: “May I or Can I (I’m not picky here) speak to [insert name of child]?”&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Yes, can I tell her who is calling?”&lt;br /&gt;Good Boy: “Sure, it’s [Insert name of boy]”&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Hold on let me get her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pleasant exchange, all is happy and daughter is brought to the phone and she is now speaking to what we know to be a good-mannered boy.  FYI – chances are he won’t be liked for very long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is the bad boy whom we have learned to loathe at our house.  One call from this idiot and you already know you want no physical contact to occur, nor do you want him to ever call your house again.  Why?  Simply because he has no communication skills and that is enough for you. He is an idiot.  This is the basic conversation of a bad boy phone exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy: “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy:  Again only in a more stupid voice than before “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point I’m already knowing he’s an idiot but just to make sure I will try again…&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  Loudly - “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy – For reaons unknown to man he says again “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;I then disconnect the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inevitable that he will call back within a minute and then it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy: “Yeah, can I speak to [insert name of child]&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Yes, can I tell her who is calling?”&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy: Long pause (not sure if he just can’t remember or he’s too embarrassed to tell me) “uh it’s [insert name of boy]”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know your daughter it talking to a complete idiot and chances are she will like him – it’s fate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3453656147018776005?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3453656147018776005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3453656147018776005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3453656147018776005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3453656147018776005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/phone-etiquette.html' title='Phone Etiquette'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6177231426042227378</id><published>2008-01-09T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:27:14.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah's Web Page</title><content type='html'>There is an author on Oprah's web page,Sandra Magsamen,and she wrote an article about the New Year - New Me concept and how it ticked her off because women spend so much time trying to develop themselves and every New Year we think a new look, new diet or a new change in our life will "fix" everything.  Her article gave the following advice and I loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes: &lt;br /&gt;So, instead of looking at making yourself all over again this coming year, I'd like to impart just a small piece of advice. My one word of wisdom as you turn toward the new year is BE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE You&lt;/strong&gt;—There is only one you, you are a gift, an original, no one else is qualified for the job! We need you. Be everything that you are. Be happy, be sad, be everything in between. Embrace the world with your own genuine style, do it your way, show us a new way and leave your mark on the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BElieve in yourself&lt;/strong&gt;—Believe in your instincts and in that little voice deep down inside that speaks to you. Let go of fear and let your skills, talent, beauty and ideas shine through. Henry Ford said something that I love: "If you think you can or think you can't you are probably right." If you believe in yourself there is nothing that you can't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE Passionate&lt;/strong&gt;—Go for it, give it all you've got, live life like it matters, put your heart into everything you do, live loud, reach for the stars, dream big, get excited, go for it, feel life, taste life, hear life and celebrate life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BElong to something you believe in&lt;/strong&gt;. Join an organization. Start a club or find a group of friends whose ideas, company and values mean something to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEgin today&lt;/strong&gt;—Every day is an opportunity to learn something or discover something or someplace. Be curious, play, go out on a limb, walk a different way to work, try a new food at dinner, and keep learning and growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEcome what you dream to be&lt;/strong&gt;. Set goals, identify what matters, focus on where you want to go and go there. You are in the driver's seat—you are not the passenger when it comes to following your dreams. You are in charge so take a detour, take the back roads, get lost or decide your dream has changed just be sure you stay on the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEdazzle with your smile and laughter&lt;/strong&gt;. Laugh until it hurts, until you cry, until you have everyone in the room laughing and you can't laugh anymore. Laughter is an instant vacation so have fun, play and enjoy life. Light up the room with sunshine and flash that beautiful smile. Remember a smile is a little curve that straightens everything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEhave like it's your last day on the planet&lt;/strong&gt;. Live in the moment, celebrate you and the people you love. Connect, hug, tell people that you appreciate them, sleep late or get up early, watch the sun rise or set. Use your senses and taste, hear and see the beauty all around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say I love you as many times as you can. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great article!  I hope you get out of it as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6177231426042227378?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6177231426042227378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6177231426042227378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6177231426042227378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6177231426042227378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/oprahs-web-page.html' title='Oprah&apos;s Web Page'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6976259141086469107</id><published>2008-01-09T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:41.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backin' Bama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4RVKkDGgpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urUxDNvEQ1U/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4RVKkDGgpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urUxDNvEQ1U/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153337513582428818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is huge for me.  Ms. Non Political, Ms. Don't Get Involved.  I'm making a statement. "I'M BACKIN' BAMA".  Being the non-feminist that I am I just can't put a female in the White House and have "Bill" be our "First Man".  I'm not ready.  Sorry Ladies..........Sorry World.  I can't do it.  She cried the other day because she was under pressure.  She cried.  OK, so if things aren't going well in Iraq is she going to cry?  I can't take it.  We have women running other countries, but I'm sorry, I discussed with Jacob tonight they have lived much tougher lives and understand turmoil and grief.  I'm not trying to offend anyone, as I am SO not political in any way for the most part, but I just can't foresee a woman in the White House!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Oprah and I'm Backin' Bama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6976259141086469107?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6976259141086469107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6976259141086469107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6976259141086469107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6976259141086469107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/backin-bama.html' title='Backin&apos; Bama'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4RVKkDGgpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/urUxDNvEQ1U/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8037182606275826775</id><published>2008-01-08T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:41.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival Expected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4PoyUDGgoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z98ac0PP6o4/s1600-h/baby+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4PoyUDGgoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z98ac0PP6o4/s320/baby+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153218349714801282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to be a Great Aunt and we found out today it's going to be a boy!  How exciting.  Now we'll have two boys and they'll be about 3 years apart.  I'm so excited to be a Great Aunt AND to welcome a new boy in to our family.  Now that we've experienced a boy, we are SO knowing that they are layed back, sweet and just the best little bundles of joy!  Actually I stand corrected, it's our third boy in the family recently with our cousin that came along about 6 month's ago so we are just moving the ratio of boys UP in our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my niece and nephew and we are all looking forward to our new arrival in May!  Also congrats to my sister and brother-in-law on the new title of Grandparents. You won't have any idea until you hold him for the first time and then it will hit you like a ton of bricks.  It will change your life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8037182606275826775?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8037182606275826775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8037182606275826775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8037182606275826775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8037182606275826775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-arrival-expected.html' title='New Arrival Expected'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4PoyUDGgoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z98ac0PP6o4/s72-c/baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-5029966392962618067</id><published>2008-01-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Colds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4JUQ0DGgnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/e8piomBf-O8/s1600-h/kleenex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4JUQ0DGgnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/e8piomBf-O8/s320/kleenex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152773571491562098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4JT_kDGgmI/AAAAAAAAALw/izin9UgCW-U/s1600-h/cough+medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4JT_kDGgmI/AAAAAAAAALw/izin9UgCW-U/s320/cough+medicine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152773275138818658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter colds, they’re inevitable aren’t they?  I felt it coming on. I tried to pump myself with over the counter products, water, OJ, but I got nabbed like a cheap, half price item at the Target clearance shelf!  Before I knew it I was hacking up phlegm, blowing my nose until I couldn’t touch it any longer and I could no longer breathe, smell or taste anything worth living for….I hate winter colds. &lt;br /&gt;They don’t just go away either, you have to pass them to co-workers who in turn pass them back. Everyone hacking, breathing, coughing all over each other in cubicles and touching things, it’s just a germ fest for all!&lt;br /&gt;What is it, starve a fever, and feed a cold?  What’s the point, you can’t taste anything.  I’m not even hungry and I’m too tired to fix myself anything to eat anyway.  I want someone to take care of me, but I’m so bitchy no one can stand to be around me long enough to be nice to me.  AND it’s not like at my house things are going to get done while I’m sick. What is that about?  You wake up from 2-3 days of sickness to find your house in this tornado zone, looking mess.  It amazes me.  Don’t worry; I’ll be better soon so it would be my joy to clean my entire house.  Nothing would please me more!  &lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya, I’m getting ready to ask for a do over in this New Year.  2008 has not exactly rolled in my favor; it has basically rolled OVER my ass. Have you ever found yourself saying, “This is the first day of the rest of my life?”  Well I have and I tried to say it on January 1st and I’ll be damn if I’m gonna have to say it again real soon to start fresh.  What is up with that?  Can you just keep saying it until what; you just believe it and things happen?&lt;br /&gt;It’s also something like 70 degrees here today which just pissed me off.  It’s winter so it should be cold, not spring weather.  I’m all about cold weather when it should be cold.  I want my mitten weather and my snow.  I don’t want to wear t-shirts and shorts around my house in January.  That is not normal.  I need normal.  I’m a freak.  No wonder I’m sick.  Give me zero temperatures, wind, snow, sleet!  I want it all.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’ll just continue to blow my nose, lie in bed and feel sorry for myself.  I’m sure my Prince Charming is right around the corner just about to come rescue me any moment.  Yeah, I know…………….I’ve taken waaaaayy too much medicine at this point…..I’m getting quite fuzzy-headed at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5029966392962618067?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5029966392962618067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5029966392962618067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5029966392962618067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5029966392962618067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-colds.html' title='Winter Colds'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R4JUQ0DGgnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/e8piomBf-O8/s72-c/kleenex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4296522027003083936</id><published>2008-01-04T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:38:14.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home for the Night</title><content type='html'>Before I type this and it’s read, keep in mind that I love and respect my parents.  I actually have the utmost respect for them.  I also love their house and the property surrounding their house.  It’s a security for me to go over to their house to visit and it’s filled with childhood memories.  However, I don’t frequently spend the night over there any longer!&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time anyone has done this?  Now, if your parents live out of town you’re excluded from this because you visit and that’s normal.  I’m talking about your parents live in your same town and you have to spend the night at their house for whatever reason. I had the opportunity last night due to my grandson being sick and he needed to stay there overnight since it was so cold. I bet I haven’t stayed at my parent’s house for years.  &lt;br /&gt; It was a mixture of humor, nostalgia, and just a basic trip back in time.  I’m amazed at how tidy things are at my mother’s house.  I started to remember how she made all of us keep our rooms tidy and clean, but now that we are all gone, it’s just clean to the point of craziness.  The walls are white; clean, crystal, pure white and each room is accessorized perfectly to match the room.  Curtains are crisp, ironed and hanging as if they have just been taken from the dry cleaners and hung up just for me to stay the night.  The bathroom is clean, so clean that you try not to mess it up when you’re taking a bath.  How does one person keep a bathroom so clean?  I’m amazed at how clean one person can keep a bathroom!  &lt;br /&gt; I slept in the spare bedroom.  I was going to sleep on the couch because I didn’t want to mess up the bedspread (white) as it looked so perfect. She informed me it was “just a bed” and not to be silly.  I carefully folded it down, as to not mess it up and slid under the covers.  I felt tiny in the bedroom that used to be mine and I tried to remember sleeping in there, as I had night after night for years but I couldn’t. The train passed by (about 100 times) during the night and I used to be able to sleep through it, but the first time it actually made me jump. &lt;br /&gt; Here is the funny part, I had to make a couple of phone calls; one in particular to a guy and I just couldn’t bring myself to call a boy at my parent’s house.  Yes, I was back in high school, 18 again and just didn’t want to talk on the phone with my parents around.  Amazing.  Just felt as if it was disrespectful to sit in their living room in front of the gabbing to a boy on the phone. Feeling this way just cracked me up.  Do we ever out grow our parents and feeling like a child around them?  Obviously not!!&lt;br /&gt; We did the normal things we have done for years; my sister came over so we sat around the table and of course you talk.  You discuss people (of course), family issues, church, town issues and you gossip. Then when she left my mom and I sat around the table and had a snack and talked again.  We did this when I lived at home and again; for a moment I was young.  (She also lectured me for a bit but that is to be expected!)  Some things just never change.  Dad was in the living room watching TV while we talked about life stuff.  &lt;br /&gt; As I fell asleep (after she brought me a blanket, brought me an alarm clock and double checked on what time I needed to get up) I realized that no matter how bizarre it feels to go home, it’s still home and I’m fortunate to have a home to go to when it’s needed.  (Even though it’s clean and sterile!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4296522027003083936?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4296522027003083936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4296522027003083936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4296522027003083936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4296522027003083936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-home-for-night.html' title='Going Home for the Night'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-7821516142625686041</id><published>2008-01-02T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:24:07.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish vs. Happiness</title><content type='html'>The pondering question of the new year is if you truly want to be happy do you have to be selfish to get there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live alone and you don't have any children, family or pets to tend to then this truly doesn't apply to you. It's easier to live life just for yourself.  Although I can only imagine that life, I don't even know if I would be happy being THAT alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the issue - if you want to be happy and pursue your dreams you have to make sacrifices and most of the time it includes giving up time with family, friends, pets, life in general and it's tough to make those changes.  If you have small children it's really tough, trust me I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance is a key to life, but that balance becomes more and more difficult that more you try to take on.  Work, home life, family, social life, charity work, hobbies, church, kid's event's, family event's, holiday tradtions, just to name a few off the top of my head.  What do you scratch off the list first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prioritization comes in to play and you do the best you can to divide yourself among the top items that you need to get to, but then you become tired, cranky, less effective all around and you defeat the purpose of the entire part that you are trying to become.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to truly pursue your ultimate goals is to be selfish and focus on those goals and push the others aside.  I find I can't be this person, thus I can't seem to get to my goals and thus I'm never truly doing what makes me happy.  Is this just ridiculous?  Yes, I think it is, there has to be a better way.  Can I balance better?  Do I need Dr. Phil to step in and help me find a way?  ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vowed to step up to the charity part of my life in 2008, as it's something I've wanted to get back in to for years now and I'm going to do so, but what will suffer?  Guess we'll see.  Wish me luck.  Maybe I'll learn the art of life/balance this year too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7821516142625686041?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7821516142625686041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7821516142625686041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7821516142625686041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7821516142625686041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2008/01/selfish-vs-happiness.html' title='Selfish vs. Happiness'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6884787385665204209</id><published>2007-12-31T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure - Book of Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3ksE0DGglI/AAAAAAAAALo/o2iWCc-8JmE/s1600-h/nationaltreasure2poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3ksE0DGglI/AAAAAAAAALo/o2iWCc-8JmE/s320/nationaltreasure2poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150196110077624914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see this over the weekend and it was a really good movie.  I haven't seen the first one, but it didn't matter.  Now I have to go back and rent the first one.  It was funny, action-packed and just a good movie to go see for something different. Riley, the side-kick, actually stole the movie. His character was the best. He is a cute guy, and funny on top of it.  The story line is based on everyone's favorite President (Lincoln) so you can't go wrong with that (I'm a huge history buff so I was hooked from the first scene).  I have the first one in my netflix cue already.  I recommend it for everyone to check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6884787385665204209?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6884787385665204209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6884787385665204209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6884787385665204209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6884787385665204209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/national-treasure-book-of-secrets.html' title='National Treasure - Book of Secrets'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3ksE0DGglI/AAAAAAAAALo/o2iWCc-8JmE/s72-c/nationaltreasure2poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-353363802563274409</id><published>2007-12-27T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:44:39.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham and Achmed @ Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wskT6YfVB6E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeff-dunham-with-peanut.html' title='Jeff Dunham with Peanut'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-4992314692132728100</id><published>2007-12-26T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3JzxUDGgkI/AAAAAAAAALg/uvb3fZ2o0G4/s1600-h/new+years+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3JzxUDGgkI/AAAAAAAAALg/uvb3fZ2o0G4/s320/new+years+eve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148304615070401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year, time to get ready to say we're going to change, make those resolutions!  Are you ready? What will it be this year?  Weight, organizational skills, time management, more time to yourself, with your family?  The choices are endless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 for me is going to be about giving back and slowing down.  It's time to appreciate what I have and why I have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone and may your resolutions come true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4992314692132728100?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4992314692132728100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4992314692132728100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4992314692132728100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4992314692132728100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R3JzxUDGgkI/AAAAAAAAALg/uvb3fZ2o0G4/s72-c/new+years+eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-7215754833631807214</id><published>2007-12-17T01:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking is for Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R2YRF0DGgjI/AAAAAAAAALY/7-F_2SVzyts/s1600-h/cookie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R2YRF0DGgjI/AAAAAAAAALY/7-F_2SVzyts/s320/cookie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818415886041650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R2YRCUDGgiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FGxkTmnRgHw/s1600-h/cookie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R2YRCUDGgiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FGxkTmnRgHw/s320/cookie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818355756499490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked cookies yesterday and I gotta tell ya, it's a full day committment.  Martha makes it look so easy, as do so many on the cooking channel.  They act like you can  just push out 12 dozen cookies in 30 minutes and that's not true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning the cookies 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for the ingredients 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Whipping up the batter 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Baking the cookies 6 hours and 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get real, the cookie tray only holds so many cookies so it's put them on, slide them in, bake, slide them out, let them cool, put them back on, slide them in, bake,take them out, over and over until your day is just sucked into this crazy chocolate, peanut butter, dough mania.  Even if you use two cookie sheets as my older sister called and suggested you're still going through the same motions and it takes forever to get a substantial amount of cookies to build up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a 3 year old, some Christmas wrapping on the side and few phone calls and you've got a full day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I only venture into this baking world once a year, it's just not for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7215754833631807214?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7215754833631807214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7215754833631807214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7215754833631807214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7215754833631807214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/baking-is-for-martha.html' title='Baking is for Martha'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R2YRF0DGgjI/AAAAAAAAALY/7-F_2SVzyts/s72-c/cookie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4808811328682555823</id><published>2007-12-13T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:19:57.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Eating Tips</title><content type='html'>I hate this time of year. Not for its crass commercialism and &lt;br /&gt;forced frivolity, but because it's the season when the food police&lt;br /&gt;come out with their wagging fingers and annual tips on how to get&lt;br /&gt;through the holidays without gaining ten pounds. You can't pick &lt;br /&gt;up a magazine without finding a list of holiday do's and don'ts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate second helpings, high calorie sauces and cookies made &lt;br /&gt;with butter, they say.  &lt;br /&gt;Fill up on vegetable sticks, they say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief.  Is your favorite childhood memory of Christmas a &lt;br /&gt;carrot stick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so. Isn't mine, either.  A carrot was something you&lt;br /&gt;left for Rudolph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own list of tips for holiday eating. I assure you, if &lt;br /&gt;you follow them, you'll be fat and happy. So what if you don't &lt;br /&gt;make if to New Year's? Your pants don't fit anymore, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. About those carrot sticks.  Avoid them.  Anyone who puts &lt;br /&gt;    carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the &lt;br /&gt;    Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave &lt;br /&gt;    immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. &lt;br /&gt;    Like fine single-malt Scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even&lt;br /&gt;    rarer than single-malt Scotch. You can't find it any other &lt;br /&gt;    time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has &lt;br /&gt;    10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to&lt;br /&gt;    turn into an eggnogaholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy &lt;br /&gt;    it. Have one for me.  Have two. It's later than you think. &lt;br /&gt;    It's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point&lt;br /&gt;    of gravy.  Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a &lt;br /&gt;    volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with Gravy. Eat &lt;br /&gt;    the volcano. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim &lt;br /&gt;    milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like&lt;br /&gt;    buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to&lt;br /&gt;    control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas&lt;br /&gt;    party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. &lt;br /&gt;    Hello? Remember college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between Christmas&lt;br /&gt;    and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have &lt;br /&gt;    nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which &lt;br /&gt;    you'll need after circling the buffet table carrying a ten-&lt;br /&gt;    pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, &lt;br /&gt;    like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa,&lt;br /&gt;    position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as &lt;br /&gt;    you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like&lt;br /&gt;    a beautiful pair of shoes. You can't leave them behind. You're&lt;br /&gt;    not going to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of &lt;br /&gt;    each.  Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and &lt;br /&gt;    one pumpkin.  Always have three.  When else do you get to have&lt;br /&gt;    more than one dessert?  Labor Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the&lt;br /&gt;    mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it all cost. I mean,&lt;br /&gt;    have some standards, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And one final tip If you don't feel terrible when you leave &lt;br /&gt;    the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying &lt;br /&gt;    attention. Reread the tips.  Start over.  But hurry!  Cookie-&lt;br /&gt;    less January is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to Rose Vos]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4808811328682555823?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4808811328682555823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4808811328682555823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4808811328682555823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4808811328682555823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-eating-tips.html' title='Holiday Eating Tips'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6105807011249153291</id><published>2007-12-11T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:21:36.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpYeJ3QKC8o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpYeJ3QKC8o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6105807011249153291?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6105807011249153291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6105807011249153291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6105807011249153291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6105807011249153291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1703910791118981593</id><published>2007-12-11T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:14:58.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_-mMIClI14&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_-mMIClI14&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of my favorites. I have a lunchbox and some T-shirts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1703910791118981593?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1703910791118981593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1703910791118981593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1703910791118981593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1703910791118981593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/underdog-cartoon.html' title='Underdog Cartoon'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3206473101461572214</id><published>2007-12-11T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:04:29.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas From Around the World</title><content type='html'>English - Merry Christmas &amp; Happy New Year &lt;br /&gt;French - Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année! &lt;br /&gt;German - Fröhliche Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr!&lt;br /&gt;Greek - Kala Christougenna Ki'eftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos &lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Mele Kalikimaka &amp; Hauoli Makahiki Hou&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo &lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo &lt;br /&gt;Tubetube - Yayaliyaya Yesu sikabi kaiwena&lt;br /&gt;Welsh - Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda&lt;br /&gt;Zulu - Sinifesela Ukhisimusi Omuhle Nonyaka Omusha Onempumelelo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is Tubetube - anybody know?  Just threw it in there for fun, but I have no idea where they speak this language!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3206473101461572214?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3206473101461572214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3206473101461572214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3206473101461572214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3206473101461572214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-around-world.html' title='Merry Christmas From Around the World'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-604603113789150504</id><published>2007-12-08T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:34:34.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham and Achmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-604603113789150504?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/604603113789150504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=604603113789150504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/604603113789150504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/604603113789150504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeff-dunham-and-achmed.html' title='Jeff Dunham and Achmed'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-4126347200936363583</id><published>2007-12-05T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:21:28.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Disagree with Jacob's Link</title><content type='html'>www.mnartists.org/article.do?rid=161511 - check out this article.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an article Jacob has on his blog and I couldn't disagree more.  It is a long article but worth the read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have too many reality TV shows throwing people at us that can't sing, dance or do many things but to say creativity should stop is ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old school, sorry, I'm "Ms. Tribute to Mr. Rogers, Sesame Street", and so many others that taught us to use our imaginations and you have no idea where that can take you in life.  Creativity is such a huge factor in so many people's lives.  What if someone had told the greats of the worlds to just stop being creative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beethovean seriously dude, you have just been trying and you can't seem to get it right, stop trying to be so creative with your music."  "Hey Picasso, seriously, some of your work, what are you really trying to say?  Let's just ease up on the creativity dude and give it a rest!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yes, I know every kid that comes out of the arts world in college things they may be the next big art find and most will end up in the white, collar business world at some point but can you blame them for trying?  What if they do make it and they get to create and make money doing something that is their passion?  How many of us want to me that person?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this guy should have got out of the car and ripped off that bumper sticker from that car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity separates the exciting from the boring,the challenging from the limited, the fun from dull!  It makes life something to live life about and that's what I have to say about that!&lt;a href="http://www.mnartists.org/article.do?rid=161511"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4126347200936363583?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4126347200936363583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4126347200936363583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4126347200936363583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4126347200936363583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/totally-disagree-with-jacobs-link.html' title='Totally Disagree with Jacob&apos;s Link'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-5281786519051433027</id><published>2007-12-04T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:51:44.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chanukah Song by Adam Sandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Hmr5YOewww&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Hmr5YOewww&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5281786519051433027?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5281786519051433027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5281786519051433027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5281786519051433027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5281786519051433027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/chanukah-song-by-adam-sandler.html' title='The Chanukah Song by Adam Sandler'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-2071111885132241656</id><published>2007-12-04T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love about Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R1WPimYhKcI/AAAAAAAAALE/I3TCQxT35xQ/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R1WPimYhKcI/AAAAAAAAALE/I3TCQxT35xQ/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140172374294997442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Everyone wants it to snow in December, but once December 25th is over snow is the enemy!  The same people that "dreamed" of a White Christmas are now bitching that they can't drive in it, can't stand to dig out their drive ways, and certainly don't want to put up with this crap all winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When you're shopping at Christmas time, most people say things like, "No you can go ahead of me", "Excuse me", "Thank you", "Happy Holiday", "Let me get that for you" but December 26th (Return Day) my how the language and attitudes change!  Where do those people go?  It's like they are replaced with hateful aliens from the Island of Misfit People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone looks nice during the month of December. They dress better, all red and white, christmas jewelry, hair is fixed a lot at work because most have parties and all in all they just look good. Come January 1 most folks look like something the cat drug in.........baggy jeans, sweats, hair pulled back because they are headed to the gym to get rid of the extra Christmas weight or they have to rush home to get the Christmas crap down from their house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Aaahhh the view of the city during the month of December as you drive by, all the house lit up, animated, characters in the yard filled with air, window scenes at the houses, greenery on the window ledges, it's as if Santa has come to town and decorated himself.  January 1 you drive by the same houses and some lights are hanging from the roof, animated characters lay, deflated in the yard, snow covered adn frozen to the ground, greenery hanging halfway from the window ledge, ribbons blowing in the wind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Family at Christmas time is such a wonderful thing.  We all gather together to show our children and loved ones what Christmas is all about. Gifts are exchanged, food is made and ate, games are played and a good time is had by all. As you leave, hugs and kisses are given and promises are made to stay in touch and the love of Christmas fills your heart.  Right around December 27th the phone calls start, "Did you hear what she said to me?", "Can you believe he acted that way again?", "Omigosh if I have to spend another holiday with his in-laws I will go insane". Yes, the joy of holidays with family, it's great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Christmas shopping for the perfect gift - it makes your heart fill with joy to actually know you are buying the perfect gift.  December 26th when you find out it wasn't so perfect..........."Well had I known she was so picky I'd have given her a gift card and called it a day.", "Next year I'm going to Florida for Christmas instead of wasting money on his family.", "Like she would know real if hit smacked her in the face.", "Not her type, I've seen her type and trust me they don't sell THAT in a store."  Yes shopping for the perfect gift is so rewarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do love Christmas..........it's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2071111885132241656?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2071111885132241656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=2071111885132241656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2071111885132241656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/2071111885132241656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-i-love-about-christmas.html' title='Things I Love about Christmas'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R1WPimYhKcI/AAAAAAAAALE/I3TCQxT35xQ/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8414607828638469609</id><published>2007-12-02T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:22:10.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Say About The "Special" Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things to say when you get those "oh not so perfect gifts" and you are caught off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hey! There's a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Well, well, well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Boy, if I had not recently shot up 4 sizes that would've fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. This is perfect for wearing around the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Gosh. I hope this never catches fire! It is fire season though. There are lots of unexplained fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. If the dog buries it, I'll be furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. I love it -- but I fear the jealousy it will inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Sadly, tomorrow I enter the Federal Witness Protection Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. To think -- I got this the year I vowed to give all my gifts to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. "I really don't deserve this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8414607828638469609?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8414607828638469609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8414607828638469609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8414607828638469609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8414607828638469609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-to-say-about-special-christmas.html' title='What To Say About The &quot;Special&quot; Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-5755067651487556923</id><published>2007-12-01T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:44:49.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart Commercial is a Scam</title><content type='html'>I love the new Wal-Mart commercial that shows all the employees "stepping up" to their registers and it says they are just going to be there this year to wait on us.  WHAT A JOKE PEOPLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping tonight at 11:30 PM and I finshed around 12:40 AM.  I go to the front all pumped, invisioning the commercial I've seen about a hundred times on TV now, but of course there are 3 lines open and 50 people trying to check out with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a scam, I was just let down, disappointment and the heart of Christmas was just sucked right from my heart!  Not to mention all my frozen products started to get soggy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So word to the wise, nothing has changed and just so you'll know, don't jump to Kroger because it's not any better there...............tons of people.....no check out folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays and Have Fun Shopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5755067651487556923?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5755067651487556923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5755067651487556923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5755067651487556923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5755067651487556923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/12/wal-mart-commercial-is-scam.html' title='Wal-Mart Commercial is a Scam'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1810082578192577541</id><published>2007-11-29T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:24:51.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken's reply Letter to Santa about Barbie</title><content type='html'>No wonder they broke up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken &lt;br /&gt;c/o Mattel, Inc. &lt;br /&gt;El Segundo, CA 90245 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;North Pole, North Pole &lt;br /&gt;December 23, 1998 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that one of my colleagues has petitioned you for changes in her contract, specifically &lt;br /&gt;asking for anatomical and career changes. In addition, it is my understanding that disparaging remarks &lt;br /&gt;were made about me, my ability to please, and some of my fashion choices.  I would like to take &lt;br /&gt;this opportunity to inform you of some issues concerning Ms. Barbie, and some of my own needs &lt;br /&gt;and desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I along with several other colleagues feel Barbie DOES NOT deserve preferential &lt;br /&gt;treatment - the bitch has everything. Along with Joe, Jem, Raggedy Ann &amp; Andy, I DO NOT have &lt;br /&gt;a dream house, corvette, evening gowns, and in some cases the ability to change our hair style.  I &lt;br /&gt;personally have only 3 outfits which I am forced to mix and match at great length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to accessorize my outfits with an earring was my decision and reflects my lifestyle choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too would like a change in my career.  Have you ever considered "Decorator Ken", "Beauty Salon &lt;br /&gt;Ken", or "Out Of Work Actor Ken"?  In addition, there are several other avenues which could be &lt;br /&gt;considered such as "S&amp;M Ken" , "Green Lantern Ken", "Circuit Ken", "Bear Ken", "Master Ken". &lt;br /&gt;These would more accurately reflect my desires and perhaps open up new markets. And as for Barbie &lt;br /&gt;needing bendable arms so she can "push me away," I need bendable knees so I can kick the bitch to &lt;br /&gt;the curb.  Bendable knees would also be helpful for me in other situations - we've talked about this &lt;br /&gt;issue before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I would like to point out that any further concessions to the blond bimbo from hell will result &lt;br /&gt;in action be taken by myself and others. And Barbie can forget about having Joe - he's mine, at least &lt;br /&gt;that's what he said last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1810082578192577541?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1810082578192577541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1810082578192577541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1810082578192577541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1810082578192577541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/kens-reply-letter-to-santa-about-barbie.html' title='Ken&apos;s reply Letter to Santa about Barbie'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3033701891785254793</id><published>2007-11-29T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:53:20.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Cracks me up</title><content type='html'>Diary Of A Snow Shoveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; December 9: We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow &lt;br /&gt; covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can &lt;br /&gt; there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was the &lt;br /&gt; best idea I've ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and &lt;br /&gt; felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. &lt;br /&gt; This afternoon the snow plow came along and covered up the sidewalks &lt;br /&gt; and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect &lt;br /&gt; life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a &lt;br /&gt; disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely &lt;br /&gt; have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says &lt;br /&gt; we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to &lt;br /&gt; see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice &lt;br /&gt; man. I'm glad he's our neighbor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 14: Snow, lovely snow! 8" last night. The temperature &lt;br /&gt; dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took &lt;br /&gt; my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and &lt;br /&gt; sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon &lt;br /&gt; and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do &lt;br /&gt; quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this &lt;br /&gt; way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 15: 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. &lt;br /&gt; Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the &lt;br /&gt; freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes &lt;br /&gt; out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 16: Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the &lt;br /&gt; driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an &lt;br /&gt; hour, which I think was very cruel. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 17: Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go &lt;br /&gt; anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets &lt;br /&gt; on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to &lt;br /&gt; irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit &lt;br /&gt; it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm &lt;br /&gt; freezing to death in my own living room. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 20: Electricity's back on, but had another 14" of the damn &lt;br /&gt; stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day. Goddamn snowplow came &lt;br /&gt; by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said &lt;br /&gt; they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the &lt;br /&gt; only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and &lt;br /&gt; they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're &lt;br /&gt; lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and &lt;br /&gt; bill me. I think he's lying. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 22: Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more &lt;br /&gt; inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold it probably &lt;br /&gt; won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to &lt;br /&gt; go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, &lt;br /&gt; pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire &lt;br /&gt; Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he &lt;br /&gt; says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 23: Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife &lt;br /&gt; wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is &lt;br /&gt; she...nuts??? Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says &lt;br /&gt; she did but I think she's damn well lying. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 24: 6". Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel. &lt;br /&gt; Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a &lt;br /&gt; bitch who drives that snowplow, I'll drag him through the snow by his &lt;br /&gt; balls. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish &lt;br /&gt; shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour &lt;br /&gt; and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife &lt;br /&gt; wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, &lt;br /&gt; but I was busy watching for the goddamn snowplow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 25: Merry Christmas. 20 more inches of the !=3D@x@!x!x1 slop &lt;br /&gt; tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I &lt;br /&gt; hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation &lt;br /&gt; and I hit him over the head with my shovel. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 26: Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It &lt;br /&gt; was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 28: Warmed up to above -50. Still snowed in. THE BITCH is &lt;br /&gt; driving me crazy!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 29: 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it &lt;br /&gt; could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does &lt;br /&gt; he think I am? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 30: Roof caved in. The snow plow driver is suing me for a &lt;br /&gt; million dollars for the bump on his head. The wife went home to her &lt;br /&gt; mother . 9" predicted. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; December 31: Set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; January 8: I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they &lt;br /&gt; keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3033701891785254793?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3033701891785254793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3033701891785254793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3033701891785254793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3033701891785254793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-cracks-me-up.html' title='This Cracks me up'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-8019947411794117932</id><published>2007-11-29T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:47:26.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie's Christmas Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>Barbie &lt;br /&gt;c/o Mattel, Inc. &lt;br /&gt;El Segundo, CA 90245 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;North Pole, North Pole &lt;br /&gt;December 23, 1996 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen you ugly little troll, I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas &lt;br /&gt;Present, wearing skimpy bathing  suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many &lt;br /&gt;tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME!  There had &lt;br /&gt;better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and &lt;br /&gt;trust me, you won't wanna be  around to smell it).  So, here's my holiday wish list for 1998: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized  sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. &lt;br /&gt;How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get?  Do you have any idea what it feels &lt;br /&gt;like to have nylon and velcro crawling up your butt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Real underwear that can be pulled on and off.  Preferably white.  What bonehead at Mattel decided to &lt;br /&gt;cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!?  It looks like cellulite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A REAL man...maybe GI Joe.  Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boytoy Ken.  And what's with that earring  anyway?  If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Breast reduction surgery.  I don't care whose arm you have to twist, get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  A jogbra.  To wear until I get the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  A new career.  Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a systems analyst?  Or better yet, &lt;br /&gt;a public relations senior account exec! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  A new, more 2007 persona.  Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun, &lt;br /&gt;outfitted with a fake fur coat, bottle of spray on blood and handcuffs; or "Stop Smoking Barbie," sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  No more McDonald's endorsements.  The grease is wrecking  my vinyl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years--I think I deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Santa, that's it.  Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line. &lt;br /&gt;If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;Barbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8019947411794117932?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8019947411794117932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8019947411794117932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8019947411794117932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8019947411794117932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/barbies-christmas-letter-to-santa.html' title='Barbie&apos;s Christmas Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1822882435016398914</id><published>2007-11-28T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:42.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause 3 - The Escape Clause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R014YTQgqPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gj4iPs6Kp7Y/s1600-h/santa+claus+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R014YTQgqPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gj4iPs6Kp7Y/s320/santa+claus+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137895108781320434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this last night and it was pretty funny.  Martin Short delivers every time no matter what movie he's in.  His role as Jack Frost was great and putting him with Tim Allen made it better.  The bloopers at the end we're pretty good too.  It still wasn't as good as the first one, but hey, it was cute.  Bernard it missing, the head elf because he's a big star now on Numbers but other than that the original cast is back and it was a cute film for kids.  Good for the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1822882435016398914?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1822882435016398914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1822882435016398914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1822882435016398914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1822882435016398914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-watched-this-last-night-and-it-was.html' title='Santa Clause 3 - The Escape Clause'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R014YTQgqPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gj4iPs6Kp7Y/s72-c/santa+claus+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-1547229200804374549</id><published>2007-11-27T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:59:47.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jerry</title><content type='html'>If you are married if you understand this entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that hanging lights on a Christmas tree is one of &lt;br /&gt;the three most stressful situations in an on-going relationship? &lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrists claim the other two danger zones are teaching your&lt;br /&gt;mate to drive and wallpapering.  They are rarely wrong on these &lt;br /&gt;things. We therefore rush to print with an emergency prompt list &lt;br /&gt;of  Things Not To Say When Hanging Lights on the Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You've got two red lights right next to each other, dummy. &lt;br /&gt;   You're supposed to go yellow, green, red, blue, not yellow,&lt;br /&gt;   red, red, green, blue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Up a little higher. You can reach it. Go on, try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "What the heck do you do to these lights when you put them away&lt;br /&gt;   every year? Tie them in knot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Come away from that aluminum ladder, kids. I'm going to fry&lt;br /&gt;   that sucker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "If you're not going to do it right, don't do it at all. Don't&lt;br /&gt;   just throw them on, like you do the icicles. You're worse than&lt;br /&gt;   your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Give me that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You've got the whole thing on the tree upside-down. The electric&lt;br /&gt;   pluggee thing should be down here at the bottom, not up at the&lt;br /&gt;   top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I don't care if you have found another two strings, I'm done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You've just wound 'em around and around - I thought we agreed &lt;br /&gt;   it shouldn't look like a spiral this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Have you been drinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Where's the cat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is classic and so very, very, true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1547229200804374549?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1547229200804374549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1547229200804374549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1547229200804374549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1547229200804374549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ode-to-jerry.html' title='Ode to Jerry'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-5494303260370498876</id><published>2007-11-26T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:11:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Songs For The Mentally Disturbed</title><content type='html'>SCHIZOPHRENIA&lt;br /&gt;Do you Hear What I Hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;We Three Queens Disoriented Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMENTIA&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'll Be Home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARCISSISTIC&lt;br /&gt;Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIC&lt;br /&gt;Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and&lt;br /&gt;Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and Trees and Fire&lt;br /&gt;Hydrants and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARANOID&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSION&lt;br /&gt;Silent Anhedonia, Holy Anhedonia, All is Flat, All is Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock ........&lt;br /&gt;....(better start again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me (and then took it&lt;br /&gt;all away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5494303260370498876?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5494303260370498876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5494303260370498876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5494303260370498876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5494303260370498876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-songs-for-mentally-disturbed.html' title='Christmas Songs For The Mentally Disturbed'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-8299969537694469598</id><published>2007-11-25T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:43.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0o7JzQgqOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQxE0TZpkas/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0o7JzQgqOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQxE0TZpkas/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136983364533790946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins................the putting up of the tree, the hanging of the garland, the pulling out of the boxes. Do I have enough lights?  Where did I put the extra bulb "thingys" that I say I'm going to save every year when the strands go out?  Damn why didn't I take the time to wrap these lights up nice and neat last year?  Oh wait I remember because I was sick to death of the holiday season by the time I packed this crap away last time.  Tis the season to be jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the midst of decorating I had to contend with getting my heater fixed (two trips from the heater guy not one - BONUS FOR ME) and just for extra fun, plumbing problems in my basement.  I swear to God this house it cursed.  I owe it all to a certain person who said, "Oh don't pay to have your house inspected, you're dating me and I will look at everything and whatever issues you are having I will take care of. Then of course I will tell you once you are two weeks into the new house that I'm leaving your sorry butt for another girl!"  Valuable lesson ladies, never listen to a man when it comes to something you're solely putting your name on.  He is in a new house that he can of course take care of because he is the handiest man I know and I'm in the cursed house with no one to help me fix it.  Lovely and at holiday time but am I bitter?  No not at all, I'm filled with holiday joy just for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my tree is up and my house is decorated but I'm flat broke and about to be even more broke with plumbing issues.  Happy Holidays to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8299969537694469598?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8299969537694469598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8299969537694469598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8299969537694469598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8299969537694469598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-decorating.html' title='Christmas Decorating'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0o7JzQgqOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQxE0TZpkas/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-8889754605215772766</id><published>2007-11-24T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:43.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0ggFjQgqNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zDbWa_YvvRY/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0ggFjQgqNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zDbWa_YvvRY/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136390654751975634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-8889754605215772766?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8889754605215772766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=8889754605215772766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8889754605215772766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/8889754605215772766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0ggFjQgqNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zDbWa_YvvRY/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3022378924384869710</id><published>2007-11-22T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:29:33.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for my friend</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for my best friend today and he knows who he is.  Funny, no matter what kind of day I'm having he always seem to just accept me the way that I am and he probably doesn't even know it but he always help my mood.  He always manages to come through for me and I hate that I can't ever seem to repay him the way that I need to.  On this Thanksgiving Day I truly am thankful to have a person in my life that I love, cherish and hope to have around for the rest of my life.  He is the single, most important person in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically someone once tried to tell me that I needed to learn what "real love" was all about and the funny thing is; he didn't have a clue.  Real love comes in all different ways to you and I've been fortunate to have real love in my life more than once and I'm grateful for that more than most people will ever realize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone that is that special to you, make sure they know before it's too late.  If you haven't told them, tell them the next time you see them.  Don't let the moment pass.  Life is too short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, to my best friend in the whole world, I love you and I thank you for accepting me for who I am and always being there for me in my sad, boring, dramatic, needy, little life that I lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3022378924384869710?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3022378924384869710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3022378924384869710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3022378924384869710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3022378924384869710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for-my-friend.html' title='Thankful for my friend'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-1303765809624851804</id><published>2007-11-22T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:43.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning or Freezing - Either Way It's Broke Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0Ya1TQgqLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sxIIS3orpBg/s1600-h/air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0Ya1TQgqLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sxIIS3orpBg/s320/air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135821928067541170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0YarjQgqKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QtAeKsr6Ch0/s1600-h/heater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0YarjQgqKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QtAeKsr6Ch0/s320/heater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135821760563816610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that know me my air conditioner went out this summer and it was a nightmare getting it fixed because of the warranty company.  I finally ended up; after countless arguments and two companies later, getting a complete new air conditioner AND furnace at the end of summer right when the heat wave broke and I didn't need it any longer.  I know, totally ironic.  However I had a brand new furance all ready for winter.  I of course, sassy as always made the comment to many that "just wait the first cold night and I know the new furnace won't work."  The guys assured me that it would as they had tested it several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are Thanksgiving night, it's really cold and the pilot light won't light and no one in my family can get it to light.  My niece even has one just like it so my brother-in-law has started hers but OF COURSE mine isn't doing what the instructions are saying they are supposed to do and the gas won't seem to feed to the heater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, thankful on this day for so many things but freezing to death and I KNEW this would happen.  This money pit of a house cracks me up each and every time I turn around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can call the warranty company tomorrow and get yanked around tomorrow for 2-3 days while it's freezing or I can just call a company here in town and spend money tha I absolutely DO NOT HAVE to fix it now.  Gee, what should I do.  Well I have a 2 year old so guess what I have to make the call first thing in the morning and pretend I have money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this day.  Just wanted to vent about my forever money pit of a house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-1303765809624851804?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1303765809624851804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=1303765809624851804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1303765809624851804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/1303765809624851804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/burning-or-freezing-either-way-its.html' title='Burning or Freezing - Either Way It&apos;s Broke Again'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0Ya1TQgqLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sxIIS3orpBg/s72-c/air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-5741585833760991007</id><published>2007-11-21T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:43.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0SRfzQgqJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TcN6-rQcRqk/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0SRfzQgqJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TcN6-rQcRqk/s320/shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135389450630637714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the Kohl's is going to open Friday morning at 4:00 AM. Is this really necessary?  What has this day turned into?  The radio announcers said it was for the folks that had to work on Friday so that they could shop before they went to work and they could take advantage of the sales too.  It's crazy.  I have shopped on this day and I have to admit I went after items when my daughter was small and we also shopped for angel kids which at least was for a good cause, but I just can't do it any more.  The thought of fighting that crowd just makes me want to cry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wander out Friday night or Saturday afternoon and see what's left to purchase but I can't "break down the doors" with the Black Friday Crusaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all that have the nerve and may you get your bargains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-5741585833760991007?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5741585833760991007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=5741585833760991007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5741585833760991007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/5741585833760991007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0SRfzQgqJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TcN6-rQcRqk/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-2935624501764927159</id><published>2007-11-21T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:06:01.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler's Turkey Day Song</title><content type='html'>It's Almost Turkey Day so how can we not celebrate without Adam's famous song. My sister sent me this and I just cracked up.  It's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for me&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for you&lt;br /&gt;Let's eat the turkey&lt;br /&gt;In my big brown shoe&lt;br /&gt;Love to eat the turkey&lt;br /&gt;At the table&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a movie&lt;br /&gt;With Betty Grable&lt;br /&gt;Eat that turkey&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;Fifty million Elvis fans&lt;br /&gt;Can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Turkey lurkey doo and&lt;br /&gt;Turkey lurkey dap&lt;br /&gt;I eat that turkey&lt;br /&gt;Then I take a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is a special night&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Walker used to say Dynomite&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;Turkey with gravy and cranberry&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the Mets traded Darryl Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for you and&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for me&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe Tyson&lt;br /&gt;Gave that girl V.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White meat, dark meat&lt;br /&gt;You just can't lose&lt;br /&gt;I fell off my moped&lt;br /&gt;And I got a bruise&lt;br /&gt;Turkey in the oven&lt;br /&gt;And the buns in the toaster&lt;br /&gt;I'll never take down&lt;br /&gt;My Cheryl Tiegs poster&lt;br /&gt;Wrap the turkey up&lt;br /&gt;In aluminum foil&lt;br /&gt;My brother likes to masturbate&lt;br /&gt;With baby oil&lt;br /&gt;Turkey and sweet potato pie&lt;br /&gt;Sammy Davis Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Only had one eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for the girls and&lt;br /&gt;Turkey for the boys&lt;br /&gt;My favorite kind of pants&lt;br /&gt;Are corduroys&lt;br /&gt;Gobble gobble goo and&lt;br /&gt;Gobble gobble gickel&lt;br /&gt;I wish turkey&lt;br /&gt;Only cost a nickel&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-2935624501764927159?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0EQCjQgqHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wjjIbJy6UdI/s72-c/ecard_getfuzzy_vday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-3736299383439172820</id><published>2007-11-18T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:22:57.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unique Poem to make you think</title><content type='html'>If you think you are beaten you are; &lt;br /&gt;If you think you dare not, you don't; &lt;br /&gt;If you want to win but think you can't; &lt;br /&gt;It's almost a cinch you won't. &lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll lose you're lost; &lt;br /&gt;For out of the world we find &lt;br /&gt;Success begins with a fellow's will; &lt;br /&gt;It's all in a state of mind. &lt;br /&gt;Life's battles don't always go &lt;br /&gt;To the stronger and faster man, &lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later the man who wins &lt;br /&gt;Is the man who thinks he can. &lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3736299383439172820?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3736299383439172820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3736299383439172820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3736299383439172820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3736299383439172820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/unique-poem-to-make-you-think.html' title='A Unique Poem to make you think'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-9018609427115902495</id><published>2007-11-18T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:18:59.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison and Work</title><content type='html'>IN PRISON...you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell. &lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you spend most of your time in a 6x8 cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get three meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get rewarded for good behavior with more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...a guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and unlock and open all the doors yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you get your own toilet.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you cannot even speak to your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...all expenses are paid by taxpayers with no work required&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...you spend most of your life looking through bars from the inside wanting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...there are wardens who are often sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...they are called managers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-9018609427115902495?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9018609427115902495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=9018609427115902495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/9018609427115902495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0EMVzQgqGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6I3xMCiOKRg/s320/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134398618855319650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was the "thing" in the 60's and the 70's and I think it even made a come back in the 80's but I loathe wallpaper.  When I bought my house last year the only room that had wallpaper was the kitchen and it was also the smallest room in the house.  My first thought was, "OK I'm good, I can rip that down in no time and I'll just repaint."  Well I did that "little job" this weekend and let me tell you it was pure hell.  That wallpaper was stuck to those walls like superglue.  What do they put that stuff on with anyway?  I scraped, wiped, sprayed, cussed and ripped my way through and what I thought would maybe take me a couple of hours, ended up taking me all day and all night.  Not to mention what it did to my already damaged back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make this statement, if someone gave me my dream house and it was every thing that I wanted BUT it  had wallpaper I would walk away.  I LOATHE wallpaper because at some point in time you will want to change the look of your room and it will have to come down!  Unless you can afford to pay someone, it''s pure hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry had to vent my wallpaper madness moment.  Just paint people, just paint.  Wallpaper is out of style anyway and it's easier to take care of anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-7400992095943237145?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7400992095943237145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=7400992095943237145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7400992095943237145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/7400992095943237145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/wallpaper-mania.html' title='Wallpaper Mania'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/R0EMVzQgqGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6I3xMCiOKRg/s72-c/wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-6988589280226018346</id><published>2007-11-16T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:50:12.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living by the Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>Catalyst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Something that causes an important event to happen; or a substance that initiates or accelerates a chemical reaction without itself being affected.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a person can be a catalyst in other people’s lives.  It should read, “A person who initiates turmoil and stress without themselves being affected.”  It does happen and we enable the person to continue to be that catalyst for a number of reasons.  Maybe we feel they have “issues” and we’re not sure how to help them.  Maybe there are “factors” around their life that we’re not sure how to deal with, but the bottom line is that this “catalytic” person continues to wreak havoc upon a family until the family itself begins to self destruct and become unstable.  How long do you allow it to continue before you put your foot down and say no more?  Hopefully there is a breaking point, but no one knows when this is except maybe fate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see shows like Intervention and thus there are so many people out there with issues beyond comprehension that need help.  Help that a family cannot do by their self without outside assistance.  Each of those individuals is a catalyst.  Too selfish to admit they have a problem that is hurting not only themselves, but their entire family.  How do they get like this?  Is it upbringing, something horrible from their past, culture, environment, DNA?  All of this combined?  It’s a mystery but in the end the parents seem to take the blame each time and then the guilt sets in.  Amazing isn’t it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had they just did what they were supposed to have done then the child would have been OK.  Pretty simple right?  Kind of makes you wonder why they didn’t.  What if we all just lived by the Golden Rule – Treat others as you would want others to treat you. How hard is that?  How hard is it to just get up every day and live your life on the straight and narrow and just live a normal life? To hear some people it’s impossible.  Wouldn’t it be a great place if everyone just followed the Golden Rule?  Would it change the world?  Is it even possible?  Could you do it for one week?  Two weeks?  One month?  How long could you live by the Golden Rule?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself and try it – How long can you be a good person without snapping back to your old, bad habits?  Negativity, hatred, jealousy, bitterness?  Try it, see how long you last.  It’s a tough challenge, most people can’t last a day.  Try to live by the Golden Rule for one day and see if you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6988589280226018346?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6988589280226018346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6988589280226018346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6988589280226018346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6988589280226018346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/living-by-golden-rule.html' title='Living by the Golden Rule'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-3436881570718105772</id><published>2007-11-15T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:44.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Brooks Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzzIlzQgqFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XRbVVo3NQNk/s1600-h/Mr+Brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzzIlzQgqFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XRbVVo3NQNk/s320/Mr+Brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133198227035695186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider Mr. Brooks: a successful businessman; a generous philanthropist; a loving father and devoted husband. Seemingly, he's perfect. But Mr. Brooks has a secret--he is an insatiable serial killer, so lethally clever that no one has ever suspected him--until now. Earl Brooks is a man who has managed to keep his two incompatible worlds from intersecting by controlling his cunning, wicked alter ego Marshall. But now, as Mr. Brooks succumbs to one last murderous urge, an amateur photographer witnesses the crime. Suddenly Brooks finds himself entangled in the dark agenda of an opportunistic bystander, as well as hunted by the unorthodox and tenacious detective Tracy Atwood. Can Mr. Brooks outsmart his adversaries and conceal his shocking double life from his wife and daughter--or will someone expose his crimes and his identity once and for all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a good movie and I would rate it with the Yahoo viewers at a B- or maybe a B+.  Kevin was great at playing the bad guy and as usual his character was flawless.  He has this ability to make you feel what he is feeling.  I love him as an actor.  Him and John Cusack, love their ability to be real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of twist and unexpected turn of events.  It took me by surprise once or twice and I liked that a lot.  I recommend renting it for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-3436881570718105772?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3436881570718105772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=3436881570718105772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3436881570718105772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/3436881570718105772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-brooks-movie-review.html' title='Mr. Brooks Movie Review'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzzIlzQgqFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XRbVVo3NQNk/s72-c/Mr+Brooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6997172808415812751.post-4693421079567522891</id><published>2007-11-14T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:59:16.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why Dr. Phil Thinks Your Family is Crazy on Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>10.  At 42 your nephew Steve watches the Macy’s Parade on his father’s  shoulders in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  All of Grandma’s recipes calls for 2 parts Gin and 1 part rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  All eating utensils must be plastic due to last years holiday “incident” with cousin Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Cousin Susie says her Mommy will be bringing an “Uncle” with them for dinner.  She has many Uncles that visit her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Aunt Beth has to be reminded not to thank the caterer so graciously out back as  she did last year since her divorce is not completely final from last year’s thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Shi’ites next door have actually asked that you keep the noise to a minimum this year&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;4.  Everyone is reminded to not discuss that cousin Billy’s “sister” is really his “mom” (thus the utensil incident from last year). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aunt Georgia’s new hair color really is supposed to be that color so no one ask why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If the police show up for Uncle Marty; remember we have all rehearsed the alibi and we are sticking to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dinner will be delayed for a few hours, Uncle Marty sold the church basket of food for money so Grandma has to go out and try to replace some of the food items and it looks like we ain’t havin’ turkey this year, but you can do wonders with Spam and 2 parts Gin and 1 part rum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-4693421079567522891?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4693421079567522891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=4693421079567522891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4693421079567522891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/4693421079567522891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/top-10-reasons-why-dr-phil-thinks-your.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why Dr. Phil Thinks Your Family is Crazy on Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-6202159913957719592</id><published>2007-11-13T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:10:35.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>My friend Jacob asked on his blog what is addiction?  Good question, what are YOU addicted to?  What are the top 10 things you can't seem to live without and could you really give them up without getting upset, angry, agitated?  Here are mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;2.  Potato Chips&lt;br /&gt;3.  Chicken and Cheese Nacho's&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ivory Soap&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cable TV and the ability to surf channels&lt;br /&gt;6.  Clean Sheets&lt;br /&gt;7.  Favorite Blanket&lt;br /&gt;8.  Chocolate Cake/White Icing&lt;br /&gt;9.  Netflix (Love this concept)&lt;br /&gt;10. Cats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-6202159913957719592?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6202159913957719592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=6202159913957719592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6202159913957719592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/6202159913957719592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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-6997172808415812751.post-115280827952424573</id><published>2007-11-11T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:14:44.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>License to Wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzeA7V23MCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GCnZnJCwDTM/s1600-h/license+to+wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzeA7V23MCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GCnZnJCwDTM/s320/license+to+wed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131712057379860514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly engaged couple Sadie (Mandy Moore) and Ben (John Krasinski) look forward to a traditional wedding in St. Augustine's Church but, unfortunately for the lovebirds, the Rev. Frank (Robin Williams) refuses to bless the union until they pass his arduous marriage-prep course. While the clergyman puts the couple through holy hell, Ben and Sadie learn if they are truly destined to love each other till death do them part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just about it and I would rate it about a C+.  It was mildly amusing at best.  I think the bloopers at the very end were more funny than the actual movie.  John Krasinski is funny despite the movie being average.  He deserved a better script.  Mandy Moore is always the same, she should do a film with Keeanu Reeves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6997172808415812751-115280827952424573?l=empresssassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115280827952424573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6997172808415812751&amp;postID=115280827952424573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/115280827952424573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6997172808415812751/posts/default/115280827952424573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empresssassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/license-to-wed.html' title='License to Wed'/><author><name>Empress Sassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343809480328144148</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/_-0qbjgap0gI/RzeA7V23MCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GCnZnJCwDTM/s72-c/license+to+wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
