<?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-21770019</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:50:03.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Innocent's Weird World</title><subtitle type='html'>Writings and Commentary About Life in Cyber World, The "Not so Real" World &amp; Some Other Random Stuff from Inside My Head.  I Am Living My Life The Way It Was Meant To Be Lived...For Myself! Just You Try and Stop Me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-3129101838766975067</id><published>2009-08-15T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:30:33.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheee's Baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/SocMLEX2O0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KOcMktjbGws/s1600-h/LaurelHNT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370274464954465090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/SocMLEX2O0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KOcMktjbGws/s320/LaurelHNT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Again Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know it has been ages since I lasted posted, and I am hoping to find all of you in blogland that I have missed so much. Absence of internet access made it difficult to post for the longest time, but I have remedied that situation and am back to make your days a little less drear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Things here in the Bluegrass State have been doing okay; not magnificent, but ok. Shaun (mentioned and seen in my last post) and I broke up almost a year ago, but we have been lucky enough to remain friends. He is an amazing man, and an even more amazing musician and I am proud to be in his life. Sadly though our timing wasn't the greatest and we "found" one another when we were both in very different places in our lives. Despite some rocky moments and bitter quarrels we managed to keep on loving one another--that's why we are still close even now. Sometimes things just don't work out like you planned; and no one is to blame...it's sucks, but it's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There is someone new in my life, and he's great! I am not going to say much about him in these postings because he's intensely private, but he knows who he is! He makes me laugh, let's me be who I am, and accepts my legions of faults. As if all that weren't enough he's also good looking, talented in his own right (he's a singer, writter and artist in his "free" time), and he's STABLE!! Whatever it is he and I share is something I am trying not to dwell on too much-lest I freak myself out and run away from him AND those feelings he creates in me-but I can say that days are less gloomy and nights filled with wonder whenever he is near. (Holy shit I sound like Hallmark or something; maybe he's addling my brain?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have missed ALL of you so very much and think of you all frequently...I hope to get re-acquainted and that we can once again spend large amounts of time yakking back and forth, teasing, and generally stirring up shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, PLEASE....Post a response and let me know ya'll are still out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*Kisses, Darling Dears!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Miss Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-3129101838766975067?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/3129101838766975067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=3129101838766975067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/3129101838766975067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/3129101838766975067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheees-baaaaaack.html' title='Sheee&apos;s Baaaaaack!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/SocMLEX2O0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KOcMktjbGws/s72-c/LaurelHNT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-5721206538156034491</id><published>2007-06-26T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:36:35.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy Together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/RoEf36Ca4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B8g4ySVS7fQ/s1600-h/rock+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080376899983303298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/RoEf36Ca4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B8g4ySVS7fQ/s200/rock+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey all! I am trying really hard to get back into this whole blogging thing, so I hope you guys will bear with me. This is a recent pic of moi and my fantastic boyfriend. Things here in KY have been interesting as of late, and I miss sharing with all of my blog friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;  As of this past Thursday I am no longer employed.  The Dragon is still a wonderful bar, but there was far too much drama in my workplace, and I finally had to get out of there!  I visit frequently...and for those of you in the area who need some place to go, or something to do I strongly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommed&lt;/span&gt; that you head on down-especially on Wednesdays when you can check out some of Frankfort's talented musicians at Open Mic! Be sure to tip your servers AND bartenders well...it's hot on that deck and they work their asses off! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In other news, The Brick Alley (my former employer and home away from home) will be re-opening this Friday, the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June.  PLEASE, stop in and say "Hi" and "Welcome Back" to some of Frankfort's very best. Make sure you all let A.J., Eric, Lil Bill, Troy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;. know how appreciative you are for their hard work by spending ridiculous amounts of money! They have worked extremely hard to get the bar up and running again after the arson, and support from the locals is not only appreciated-it's necessary if they are to survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;  On a personal note....  The ex returned to Frankfort to get his things on Saturday, and thankfully I did not have to see him. That whole relationship is well, and truly, over and I feel so free as a result. Having someone leave you a "Dear John" letter right before your birthday really lets you know what kind of a person they are-don't you think? In fact, the only thing I miss about B. is his daughter...she is amazingly sane and special considering her origins.  If you happen across this one day C. I want you to know how great I think you are, and how wonderful it was to have had you in my life. Feel free to contact me at any time!  Anyway, I am better off now than I have been in a long time. I have Shaun, whom I not only adore-but respect and admire as well. He is wonderfully talented (lead guitar), and he makes me laugh like crazy! We spend as much time on the water as we can, and we both enjoy many of the same things.  He is quickly becoming my best friend-and I am very close to falling in love with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Having said all of that I now have to get going. There is much to do today, and I never have enough time to accomplish it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love to each of you....and get in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mwah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-5721206538156034491?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/5721206538156034491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=5721206538156034491&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/5721206538156034491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/5721206538156034491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-happy-together.html' title='So Happy Together!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRX0kU6J6nA/RoEf36Ca4oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B8g4ySVS7fQ/s72-c/rock+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-5882514710988666930</id><published>2007-06-05T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:22:03.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...is there anybody out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I have been gone from here for quite a while now, and am sorry for that. As usual, life has taken another series of turns that led me back to all of you. B. is no more...and surprisingly I am not all that torn up about it. In fact, I wish him and his all the best-and hope life is kind to him. Being the optimistic and sunny person I am I have managed to stay positive about the entire thing, fact is I took ONLY what I needed from tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;t relationship when it ended and left the rest behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  These days I am keeping company with a group of incredible musicians. They are a great group and have been so supportive of me as I begin a new relationship, prepare to move into a new home, and basically start my life all over. My love, gratitude, and one "big red towel" for Shaun (my girl!), Aric, Tyler, Shaun (my guy!), Lauren and all the rest of you. You are cooler than the other side of the pillow and I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  Life is actually pretty damn amazing right now, and I am happier than I have been in a long, long time. Realizing that loving B. was intense, but superficial in a lot of ways has been a revelation that I am grateful to have had. The time spent with him put me in the place I am now, and the future has never looked as bright. I love my job! I am working as a bartender/server at another of our local bars. (The one I used to work at was involved in an arson this past spring and is still being renovated as a result.) The gang at The Dragon is awesome, and we have a great time...but I bust my ass when I am there because we stay packed. When I am not there I am working at a local "historic" diner, or handling catering and bartending duties for various private parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  The new love interest is also DAMN amazing! That feeling I have been searching for (it's always in the back of my head) is hovering, and while I am scared shitless by the depth of emotion I am also more than willing to take this leap. If this guy is all I believe him to be then I will be not only very lucky, but blessed beyond definition or expectation. To bond with someone and to have that immediate, undeniable connection that I have with this guy is mind blowing. While I have never been one to believe in the over all concept of "in love" (see previous posts) or of soul-mates I find myself using those terms with greater frequency. What will happen, and whether we are meant to be is something only time will tell. Again, I am optimistic and generally "over the moon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  Have to dash off for now, and will return as soon as time allows...but I love and miss you all, and am looking forward to catching up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*kisses!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-5882514710988666930?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/5882514710988666930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=5882514710988666930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/5882514710988666930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/5882514710988666930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellois-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Hello...is there anybody out there?'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-116035671347588884</id><published>2006-10-08T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:18:33.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"IN love..." What a useless concept!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why do people always feel the neede to define a relationship? My wonderful man and I have been together for a little more than 4 months and not a day goes by that someone does'nt ask me if I am "in love."  Personally , I dislike that concept as a whole anyway. What does being "in love" really mean? And WHY is it so important to people that you be "in love" with someone you've been with such a short time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;B. and I have the most unique relationship that I have ever experienced. It is based entirely on mutual trust, respect and admiration for one another. Do I love him? Sure.  Does my entire existence depend upon him? Not by a long shot.  People (especially in this town) cannot concieve of a relationship in which there is no jealousy, no control issues, no drama.  For me it boils down to this; I am my own person, and I am one hell of a good woman. If B. decided to be with someone else I would be disappointed, but I am not going to chase after someone who is not 100% happy being with me.  Too many people end a relationship and sit around wondering what was wrong with them...for me, it's simply that it was the wrong person at that point in my life.  Because I think like this my 'friends' assume I either don't care about B., or that I am just full of shit.  To most of the people I know "love" means centering your entire being on that other person. It means getting them to love you back by whatever means necessary.  I think that has to be the most ridiculous notion ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relationships are work...so why add to your load with a bunch of unnecessary "what-ifs" and "I wonder"s? If you care about one another, and you are honest with one another the feelings will develop on thier own, in their own time.  To me, THAT is love. And being "in love" means you can fall out of it as well. Love on it's own is someting sustainable that never completely goes away, although the intensity of the emotion can (and does) fade over time when the couple is no longer together.  I don't want to be "in love" with B.  It is enough for me to know that what we share is real, and honest and rewarding in it's own right. I don't need to give it a name, or to have expectations about it in order for it to be real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I heard a saying once that&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,"To love and be loved is to feel both sides of the sun."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And that is exactly what love should be. Mutually beneficial, and rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So PLEASE, stop asking me if I am "in love" with B. That is a phrase I don't use, don't like, and don't completely understand. If I don't feel the need to define my relationship in such black and white terms then why can't you just be happy with that and leave it be? After all, the absence of the definition is a BIG part of what makes B. and I work anyway. All that should matter is that we are happy with one another...and we are. Let's just leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-116035671347588884?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/116035671347588884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=116035671347588884&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/116035671347588884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/116035671347588884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-love-what-useless-concept.html' title='&quot;IN love...&quot; What a useless concept!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-115919691891858775</id><published>2006-09-25T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:08:39.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Monday and I am feeling rather melancholy in addition to being sick. Fall always has the same effect on me. While I love the cooler weather, the changing leaves, and the smell of woodsmoke that hangs faintly in the air I cannot help but being a bit sad as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fall is always that time when I tend to look back over the last several months and brood about things. Right now I am brooding over the turn my life has taken, and the fact that I am so completely dissatisfied with where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have always been an impulsive person by nature, and that does not always serve me well. In fact, the only good that I can say has come out of my choices the last few months is this relationship I have with my guy. He is wonderful, and amazing, and talented, and makes me extremely happy...Which is exactly why I refuse to label what he and I have, or to talk about it too much. But honestly, other than him there has not been a lot of positivity. I know that is due to MY choices, and the decisions I have made,or in some cases, refused to make...But all the same I just cannot seem to get my ass into high gear and get shit taken care of like I know I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The biggest issue right now is employment. I need a JOB...But I am also very serious about moving to Vegas so that limits the types of positions I can comfortably accept. The bigger problem is that those positions are the ones that PAY. While I can go flip burgers for a few months and feel productive I will not be making the kind of money I need- not to mention that my brain would likely atrophy in the process. So rather than make that move I just make NO move at all; which in turn compounds the problem. See what I mean?! I am a total mess here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, fellow bloggers, I need you all to fill my comment box with insight and advice in hopes that I might brigten up and get something accomplished here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I promise to actually listen to you too...which should tell all of you how miserable I truly am right now. (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the meantime try to have a Happy Monday,if such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-115919691891858775?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/115919691891858775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=115919691891858775&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/115919691891858775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/115919691891858775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-monday-and-i-am-feelin_115919691891858775.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-115819140901123772</id><published>2006-09-13T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:50:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Helllloooooooo Bloggers! Sorry for my rather extended absence, but sometimes life just happens and you have no time for blogging. I have missed all of you and have lots to tell, but you know me, I am not about to spill all at once! (Gotta keep a few things held back for those days when I have total brain drain and cannot think of a single thing to talk about.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suffice it to say that I am alive, all is well, and I have an amazing man in my life. Sorry to disappoint, but he will NOT be discussed here except in the most general of terms...As a matter of respect I will be keeping his identity to myself and will also be keeping the majority of our private life together...well, private. I hope you all can understand! I will gleefully let all of you know that I would have been blogging much sooner, but when you can't movethinkspeakwalk that becomes rather complicated. I am only here now because there has been a pause in the "ravishing" and I can manage to form a somewhat coherent thought. It also helps that my fingers are not occupied, thereby allowing me to type! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am still living here in Frankfort, working as a bartender at one of our fine establishments, and being a Mom. Besides that and the man things are pretty damn normal. The biggest thing going on is that I am contemplating a move to Las Vegas toward the beginning of 2007. There is just way more opportunity there, and I need a bigger city with more activity. Comments? Suggestions? Let me know~ You all know how much I value your opinions! (LMAO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until next time, be safe and keep bloggin'...I miss you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-115819140901123772?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/115819140901123772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=115819140901123772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/115819140901123772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/115819140901123772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitch-is-back.html' title='The Bitch is Back'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114667189943209512</id><published>2006-05-03T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:58:19.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamikaze Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Hello Bloggers! Sorry I have been gone for sooo long, life has been pretty busy lately what with all the partying, the late nights, the new job...Basically I have been busy reclaiming my life and letting the inner 'rock star' out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;The surgery went extremely well and I am pleased to say that I am almost back to 100%. Thanks to all of you who expressed concern and sent get well wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;I am actually awake and writing this right now because I was awakened by a very powerful dream. Considering I rarely go to bed before dawn these days I am even more disoriented than usual as I write this. There was this guy in high school, Chris. He was my bestest guy pal, and we used to hang out together a great deal. I had the biggest crush on him, but it never went anywhere and eventually we developed this really deep friendship. I have not seen him since right before my 21st birthday when he came to my job dressed to kill and whisked me away for dinner and drinks. I miss him like crazy, especially now that I am starting this new chapter in my life. I have tried to find him online, to no avail...And I have not been able to locate any of his brothers either. In my dream he was just standing there, smiling that big wide smile of his, blue eyes twinkling...And he wrapped me up in the biggest hug and spun me around. We were laughing and I was so at peace; then he said he had to go and I woke up crying. Yup, real honest to God tears. I guess being back here in Frankfort has reminded me of so many things I missed while I was living in Lex., but I don't know why Chris showed up now. For years I would dream of him off and on, but I haven't done that in a very long time, and I never woke up feeling so completely alone like I did today. Maybe it's a sign he and I will see one another soon? Anyway, you guys owe him some thanks because I wouldn't be on here right now if I hadn't had that damn dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Like I said, life is good! I have a wealth of fantastic friends, a job at a locally owned restaurant I adore, and there is always something to do. I am on the run 90% of the time, the rest of it I am asleep....hehe! I am behaving myself as much as I possibly can, and I miss all of you something fierce! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;OH! I have two new additions to my family! My furry babies, Inspector Gadget and Penny! I will post pics of their adorable little tabby faces as soon as I can manage to get them to be still for a camera! They were 6 weeks old on Saturday, and were delivered to me by a good friend...he knows that 'kitten therapy' is the best way to heal after surgery! My son and I have had a great time with them so far, as have my roomies! Like I said~ pics as soon as I can get them to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;So this is my first official 'Kamikaze Bloggin'' post...I hope you all enjoyed it, and that you guys and gals will send me some comments. Remember, no matter where I may actually BE my thoughts are always with all of my blogland family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. Happy (early) Birthday Greetings to the oh-so-lovely Everything Nice! Miss you Emma, and I promise to be in touch soon! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114667189943209512?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114667189943209512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114667189943209512&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114667189943209512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114667189943209512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/05/kamikaze-bloggin.html' title='Kamikaze Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114497522212096048</id><published>2006-04-13T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:39:01.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Demise' of KJ's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As many of you may have noticed &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KJ's World&lt;/span&gt; is no longer in existence. I know this is a fact that saddens and confuses those of you who have come to know and love Kristen, and I know she misses all of you as well. However, the reasons she has left blogworld have me so pissed I can hardly see straight~ and I am sure you all will feel as I do when you hear the story behind her departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kristen arrived home this evening to find a typed letter bearing the signature "Anonymous." There was no return address on this letter, and since she is not listed ANYWHERE she is still puzzled as to who knows her well enough to not only hate her, but to have her address as well. The content of the letter was intimidating and threatening. The author advised Kris that if she continued to blog while at work then he/she would do whatever it took to have Kristen fired. The author further went on to say that unless Kris stopped blogging copies of her blog would be printed out and mailed to members of her family as well as to the school her sons attend. Needless to say Kristen decided that this Anon. Asshole should be taken somewhat seriously so she decided to trash her entire blog to protect her kids, although there is NOTHING on her blog to be embarrassed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not only did this individual continually harass Kris on her blog, he/she has now taken that negativity outside of blogworld and intruded upon Kristen's REAL world. WTF?! Her children are the most important thing in her life, and she is a wonderful mother~ I fail to see why the school would give a flying fuck about what she discusses in blog world. She does not endanger her kids in any way thru her blog, she is not an alcoholic, a drug addict, or an abuser. All she is is a woman who was trying to finally get off her chest the things she has been dealing with for so many years, and if she wants to blog about HER life experiences who the fuck does that hurt? She never mentions names of those people that made life difficult for her; Hell, she never mentions her children's names either! I am saddened that whoever Anon. is he/she has so little to do in their own life that they felt it was appropriate to intentionally set out to hurt someone who has come as far, and is as loving as Kristen. Having said that I have a few words for Anon. Myself...And you know what? I even fixed the comments section so the asshole can continue to hide by commenting the way he/she is most comfortable...Anonymously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon&lt;/strong&gt;~ I hope you read this you fuckhead! You are a low class piece of shit and you can feel free to print &lt;strong&gt;this blog&lt;/strong&gt; and send it to who the fuck ever you want. Unlike Kristen I have no reason to fear small minded people who derive pleasure from forcing thier misery upon an individual; especially if it is done by an individual who is too chickenshit to identify themselves. If you have something to say, let's hear it! Tell us WHO you are, WHY you feel like it is okay to harass, intimidate, and ridicule someone for speaking out and being themselves, and more importantly to me, WHY you feel like bringing Kris' sons into this matter does anything but prove how ridiculous and vengeful you are. To me this whole thing reeks of your own personal insecurities and jealousy. How dare you force someone to bend to your will merely because you don't like them or agree with their life! I sincerely hope you are not a parent, because I have found that small minded people like you tend to raise children who are equally evil, petty and insecure~ and no child should be raised in that type of atmosphere! I do hope you are pleased with yourself; I hope you feel powerful and smart; but mostly I hope you have the balls to stop hiding and let the world know who you are. After all, if you have no secrets, no skeletons in YOUR closet, nothing YOU have ever done that other people might not like, then why not give us all a name?! I have a feeling you are too fucking afraid of what people do know about YOU and would have to say about YOUR past to stop hiding. If you want to play games Anon then there are several daycare providers around here that would be more than happy to accommodate another child such as you. In the meantime, leave Kristen and her family alone, get the fuck out of blogworld, and go be the miserable, manipulative, petty individual you are without dragging anyone else into your personal brand of insanity! I can assure you; no one will miss you around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kristen, like I told you last night...Harassment is against the law, call the police and file a report! Additionally, do NOT let this dipshit make you doubt yourself; you are an incredible woman and we all know that to be fact. I am always here if you need to lean on someone, and until you get the computer at home and can return to blogworld...feel free to use the comments here to stay in touch! We all love you and support you, and when we find Anon...Let's just say it will be one helluva interesting time! I love you girl, and you &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; missed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just FYI...in case Anon is lurking or anyone else is interested:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;**KRS 525.080 Harassing Communications**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt; A person is guilty of harassing communications when with intent to harass, annoy, or alarm another person he:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(a) Communicates with a person, anonymously or otherwise, by telephone, telegraph, mail or any other form of written communication in a manner which causes annoyance or alarm and serves no purpose of legitimate communication; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(b) Makes a telephone call, whether or not conversation ensues, with no purpose of legitimate communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)&lt;/strong&gt; Harassing communications is a Class B misdemeanor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114497522212096048?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114497522212096048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114497522212096048&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114497522212096048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114497522212096048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/demise-of-kjs-world.html' title='The &apos;Demise&apos; of KJ&apos;s World'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114485392944599103</id><published>2006-04-12T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:58:49.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>I am now officially 30...and it's not as bad as I anticipated! Last night I hung out with some of my guys, got a little tipsy, watched some movies, and just enjoyed being ME. Tonight I am headed out to The Brick Alley to get shitfaced with my nearest and dearest...all while praying there is no camera to capture whatever insanity I get myself into!  Thanks for the birthday love from those of you who have called, or sent email, or e-cards; it means a lot to be remembered and it was a great way to start the day!  I am headed out now to have lunch with the one man who always loves me, and is always guaranteed to brighten my day...My son! Talk to you all later, have a birthday shot for me~k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday to YOU as well, Mr. P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114485392944599103?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114485392944599103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114485392944599103&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114485392944599103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114485392944599103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114429953454521310</id><published>2006-04-05T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:00:15.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT= Had eNough Tequila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/closeup%20of%20face%20HNT%20style.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/closeup%20of%20face%20HNT%20style.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I posted the pics from the night out with my friends here in the 'Fort. I had also partied hard on Thursday night, and then I went out on Saturday with the boys and partied some more...This is the pic of what I looked like on Sunday afternoon after almost no sleep, too much alcohol, and not enough food! I think it counts as an HNT since I have on NO makeup, the hair is a wreck and there are bags under my eyes I could pack a month's worth of clothing in! Very much Half-Nekkid in my humble opinion! "Happy Early Halloween" sorry it's so scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114429953454521310?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114429953454521310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114429953454521310&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114429953454521310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114429953454521310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/hnt-had-enough-tequila.html' title='HNT= Had eNough Tequila!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114420721279255525</id><published>2006-04-04T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:43:40.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day, Turning 30, and Shit I Know Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_missionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/320/th_missionary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; It's Hump Day and I am Bored! No one to do, No places to be... So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am now officially counting days until I turn that number that comes after '29'. No, I am not panicked at the thought, nor am I depressed. I am just, I dunno...Annoyed?! Turning that number is supposed to be a big deal right? So, why do I just not care? Maybe it's because I look like I am 26 so I am not worried. Or maybe it's the fact that aside from some health issues I feel pretty darn great. Or maybe, just maybe it's because I am in complete denial and refuse to accept that this is happening to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly, I never expected to make it to 30. I have done a LOT of stupid shit that should have resulted in death (or at the very least some form of paralysis). As I have mentioned before I used large amounts of drugs...Probably isn't one out there I haven't tried on at least one occasion. I have skydived, bungeed, driven while intoxicated, dated 2 VERY abusive men (and lived with a third one). I smoke, drive too fast, don't eat properly, and sleep when I can manage to squeeze it in. All in all not exactly a recipe for longevity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having said that I also realize that turning 30 has given me a unique perspective. I can look back at all the things I have done that were stupid, reckless, immature, irresponsible, or simply ignorant and see them in their totality. I can appreciate the fact that I AM still here, and that I have actually managed to accomplish some amount of good amid all the insanity. Being nearly 30 has also forced me to assess myself and my priorities. Who am I? What do I want from life in general? What do I need personally and professionally? The answers are much less complex now than at any other time in my life...Which I guess means I am finally growing up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here are the answers I came up with....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Who am I? I am myself 24-7-365. I truly believe life is meant to be lived and I enjoy mine to the fullest. I am a short, curvacious Italian woman who was adopted at 9 days old, raised in a house with Irish parents, and loved despite my best efforts to keep that from happening. I am loving, kind, generous to a fault, I trust anyone until they prove I shouldn't, I don't lie, cheat, or steal. I am smart, funny (goofy actually), love to read, and am quite comfortable being all by myself. I could care less about 'strangers' opinions of me...The people who know and love me accept me and will tell me when I am fucking up~I can count on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. What do I want from life in general? Inner Peace, Love and Happiness~ that's all, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                               *Cue Hippie music and light Patchouli incense*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. What do I need Personally? A man who will appreciate and respect me regardless of my past experiences. Someone who is kind, caring, devoted, appreciates Art/Music/Theatre etc. A man who will love my son as if he were his own~while at the same time understanding I don't need a Dad for my child; he has a father and a damn good one at that! I need a man who will be there for the long haul, and who won't make promises he cannot keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Professionally? I need a career! I need to go back and finish college, make MY dreams come true by getting to work on my education. (I was talking to a local lawyer the other day...A guy I have known for a long time. He made the comment to me about how disappointed he was I never finished college and went on to law school...Made me realize how low my expectations have been for myself. Thanks C.O. for the words of encouragement...I am seriously considering making that dream happen!) I know that there is a hard road ahead of me...But Hell, people are retiring in their 70's now so I can still finish school and have a fairly long career ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's all for me right now, sorry I have not been so entertaining here lately~ busy time for the tax office and all! I promise to be less philosophical next week...As long as you all send gifts that is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*kisses, hugs, and other lovin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114420721279255525?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114420721279255525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114420721279255525&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114420721279255525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114420721279255525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/hump-day-turning-30-and-shit-i-know.html' title='Hump Day, Turning 30, and Shit I Know Now'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114417592117459719</id><published>2006-04-04T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:38:41.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...For WHO?!</title><content type='html'>I love my son. I love his evil little laugh, the way he CANNOT look me in the eye and lie without 'twinkling' and giving himself away, the way he can single handedly destroy a clean house in a matter of hours. I love the kid! I do not however, love Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;An entire week off of school is heaven for him...and I get that because we ALL felt the same way when we were in school. I do not remember saying every tenth of a second, "I am Booored!" In fact, I had a ton of stuff to keep me busy during my vacation from Hell. Growing up in the country sucked at times, this is true; but there was no better place to be when Spring Break rolled around. I could spend all day climbing trees, building forts, riding ATVs, and fighting with my sister. (Remember the GIANT hole we knocked in the wall?! I still can't believe we managed to get that patched up and painted before Mom got home~ and she never even noticed! lol). Hell, I spent one Spring break helping to rebuild the engine on a classic '67 Ford Mustang...How's that for entertainment?!&lt;br /&gt;My son is a different story. He is of the generation that MUST be entertained every single second, and is not adverse to whining, bitching, and moaning if that is not happening. Now, since I am stuck here in the office all day that means he has to roam around downtown looking for stuff to do. Never mind the boy has every game system known to man, a slew of friends within shouting distance of the office, a basketball court/playground at his disposal...NO, he's booored! Sheesh, what's a Mom to do? Heaven forbid I suggest anything to occupy him...that just results in eye rolling, and "the tone." (For those non-parents...I despise 'the tone' it makes me want to run screaming into the street! It's this annoying whine that just DRIPS with sarcasm...makes my ears want to bleed everytime he uses it.) Naturally, I have never been a kid, cannot possibly understand what he is going thru, and am so very 'un-cool' for not forking over large amounts of cash so he can blow it all on gum and soda. (Can someone explain to me why I wanted a son again??? I am starting to think a girl may have been a bit easier at this age.)&lt;br /&gt;The biggest kicker to all this is that he is EXACTLY like me; which makes it difficult to stay mad at him for long. In fact I have a perverse pride in the way he is...because I know he'll be able to take care of himself one day!&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is...Spring Break is here, and I am not enjoying it! I hope the rest of you manage to have some fun...Me, I am off to hunt down the offspring so he can go with me while I run errands~ a fact I am sure will thrill him to no end! (Yeah riiiight!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114417592117459719?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114417592117459719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114417592117459719&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114417592117459719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114417592117459719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-breakfor-who.html' title='Spring Break...For WHO?!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114407138549356173</id><published>2006-04-03T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:36:31.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...UUGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mondays Suck! No exceptions, no deviating from the rule...they just SUCK! I am really tired this morning because of the weather last night. I had the neighbors (and their adorable daughter) camped out in the living room with me, so that we could make a run for the basement if things turned really nasty! I brought in the pooch, gave him a much needed bath, watched SAW II for the eleven millionth time...and STILL couldn't sleep! Maybe it's because the roomie isn't here (Bitch is on a cruise, headed to Grand Cayman as I write this~ then on to Cozumel, Belize, and Costa Maya. And YES, I am jealous~ what's your point?!) so the house is very empty and quiet. At any rate I had a productive weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On Saturday I informed my son that I was headed to Lexington with the Roomie to get a dress for Keeneland. He had the option of hanging out here at home or going with. TWO hours, a screaming match, and some begging and he agreed to go with us. We all loaded up into the Coach's truck and headed to the Mecca of Lexington shopping...Fayette Mall. Now, anyone who knows me knows I HATE shopping, and I hate shopping at the mall even more! All the stores seem to carry the same things over and over and over again~ just with different labels sewn in or varying color combos. After popping into/out of several of the finest retail establishments the Mall offers I was becoming discouraged because NOTHING I saw 'called out' to me! Finally I wandered into Macy's...grudgingly got on the escalator and headed to the dress department. After 10 minutes of looking the Coach comes over with this dress...THE DRESS! It was exactly what I had been looking for~ so I was stoked to see if it was gonna look as good on as it did on the hanger. I chose a few other selections and went to the cavernous dressing room to see what was going to work. The first three, while cute just didn't have the 'WOW' factor I was seeking. The last dress, 'THE DRESS' was a different story. I put it on, tied it up, and opened the door to show Coach and get her opinion. As I did a little pirouette the dressing room came to a total standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, if that has never happened to you let me explain how odd it is to realize all conversation has stopped and 10+ strangers are staring at you, while you are wearing something you are considering venturing out to Keeneland in...WEIRD! I was ready to dart back into the dressing room and change when I started listening. It seems that ALL of these strangers, and their respective children, thought that this dress was PERFECT. Little did I know they had been paying attention every time I came out in a new outfit. So, since the decision was unanimous and I happened to love the dress it was paid for, bagged up, and we were on the way! After a quick call to my son~ who in his normal sarcastic way expressed his disbelief that ANY women could be done so quickly~ we agreed to pick him up at the exit to Dick's Sporting Goods and head to Target to see what they had to offer. Voila...the shoes, the necessary underthings, some more clothes for Coach to take on her cruise, and one basketball later we were headed home. Time spent from departure to arrival...3 hours! Yup...I accomplished my objective and did it in exactly 3 hours. An entire hour of which was driving, with another 30 minutes or so spent noshing in the snack bar at Target! Keep in mind here folks, it took 2 hours just to get my monster to go with...I could have left him here, gone shopping, and been back almost as fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday morning. I am awakened at a brutal 5am to get Coach loaded up and ready to fly to Tampa. Now, did the flight leave from Lexington? Nooooo...it left from Louisville! That means a 45 minute drive as opposed to a 25 minute one! Considering Coach and I had both slept less than 2.5 hours the drive should have sucked ass. However, the fact that I was giddy and Coach was beyond excited made it go by fairly smooth. We pulled up to the curb outside her departure gate, unloaded the mammoth suitcase and garment bag and I headed back home. I fell back into a coma around 9am (seems the 20oz of coffee I had en-route to the airport was not the best idea after all!) only to be awakened at 11:30 by the offspring and his buddy. They headed off to the local YMCA for some swimming and basketball while I did laundry, unpacked more stuff, and read. (BTW, "The Murder Book" by Jonathan Kellerman is great!) After my ex-hubby picked up my son I had a couple of hours to waste before church at 6. I bagged a quick shower, took a longish nap, and walked out into a storm...Damn KY weather, Spring is always nasty~ which makes me grumpy. All in all the evening was rather low-key, which I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, that was my weekend...not terribly exciting I know, but this weekend will more than make up for that! 4 days to Keeneland people, and 9 days until I turn 30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Sucky Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114407138549356173?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114407138549356173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114407138549356173&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114407138549356173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114407138549356173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/04/mondayuugh.html' title='Monday...UUGH!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114377041856453319</id><published>2006-03-30T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:00:18.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are few places in Kentucky that I feel totally relaxed, and am able to just chill out and reflect on life. Whenever things get rough, or I just need to get out of the city I go back to my roots...which means I spend some time on the family farm. This property has been in my family for more than 200 years, and will one day pass to myself, my sister, and our cousins. I spent almost all of my free time from ages 5-15 here~and I admit that I love being a country girl at heart. I dom't know if it is merely the memories or the very spiritual connection I feel to the land here, but I am always at home when I visit. Since it is so important to me I thought I would share some pictures I took today. Happy Friday Y'All and have a great weeekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/First%20of%20Spring%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/First%20of%20Spring%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of two natural waterfalls on our property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/First%20of%20Spring%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/First%20of%20Spring%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elkhorn creek...this is the first clear view of it as you drive back the farm road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/First%20of%20Spring%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/First%20of%20Spring%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Deere tractor and a disc plow...this is our lower field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/First%20of%20Spring%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/First%20of%20Spring%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef....it's what's for dinner~ and I think these 3 know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/First%20of%20Spring%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Interior%20of%20tobacco%20barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Interior%20of%20tobacco%20barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The now abandoned tobacco barn...We participated in the buy-out, so we no longer raise tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Tobacco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Tobacco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Genuine Burley Tobacco...left behind in the rafters to cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Barn%20doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Barn%20doors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight steaming in thru the doors of the cattle barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Tree%20and%20tire%20swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Tree%20and%20tire%20swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Tree%20and%20tire%20swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old tire swing in front of the even older family home.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Tree%20and%20tire%20swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114377041856453319?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114377041856453319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114377041856453319&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114377041856453319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114377041856453319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-few-places-in-kentucky-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114367173731446545</id><published>2006-03-29T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:51:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A couple of HNT's ago I asked y'all which pic of myself I should post. The overwhelming response was for the ass shot, but I chickened out and posted something else entirely. After further review and much contemplation I decided the guys were robbed! So, since I didn't post the pic then I figured I might as well do it now! Without further ado, here is this week's HNT~ ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt; (And be nice...I am more than a little self-concious about this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Laurel%27s%20ass.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114367173731446545?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114367173731446545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114367173731446545&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114367173731446545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114367173731446545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/hnt-on-wednesday.html' title='HNT on Wednesday'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114360423636091186</id><published>2006-03-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:02:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday I finished moving all of my possessions from the house I shared with the ex. I am happy that the relationship is a done deal, but walking away from an entire life is hard. By leaving JJM I also left behind a lot of friends, kids who consider me to be closer to them than their own parents, and of course...most heartbreaking, my kitties. The actual move itself wasn't bad at all; in fact I never even saw the ex one time. Leaving the people, places, and things that had become so much a part of me...That sucked ass! I know, Lexington is only 25-30 minutes away, so why am I complaining? The fact is that although I am physically close to all this stuff I miss I couldn't be further away from it emotionally and mentally. I guess that is how break-ups are supposed to go, but this is the first time I have had to walk away and KNOW that I cannot ever go back. While I am sure I will stay in touch with some of those people who mean the most, I know in my heart that time and distance will work it's evil magic and many of these people will simply vanish. Sure, they will always lurk in my mind and in my heart, but the longer you go without talking to/seeing someone the easier it is to let that relationship just fade away. Inevitability has never been something I like...especially now, and especially where these individuals are concerned. So, with that in mind I am gonna give a quick shout-out to my Lex crew...'cause although they NEVER comment on here they do read!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rick, Patti, Big Mike, Randido, Ryan, Crystal, Shaggy, Carl, Jasmine, Kimi, Brad, Jennifer K., Cathy, Vickie, Misty, Pamela, Pop (and crew), Terry, Lil' T, Big T, Debbie, Sheryl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and even though you may be displaced ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;! You guys and gals have been the bestest friends to me. You were always there to share a joke with, or to give me 2&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; advice. We have laughed, cried, yelled, and at times even guffawed together...I wouldn't trade a single second I spent with any of you for anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the Kidd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who made me crazy, made me scream at the top of my lungs, and wrecked the house every other weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cody, Anna, Devin, Hope, Brittany, Shane, Shawn, Chris (and both your little brothers too!) Jadee, and Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. Knowing each one of you has somehow touched me, and I know you all have great potential to go far in life. Thanks for the memories (making giant Mother's Day cookies, Holding &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;your hair when you 2 puked that first time you stumbled home drunk, Replacing the toilet you blew up with firecrackers, All the teen and pre-teen drama about boyfriends/girlfriends, The times you hated me for telling you like it REALLY was, And the countless hours spent negotiating familial disputes and checking homework...) I loved every single miniute of it! Each of you is special to me in a unique way, and I hope your parents will print this out and share it so you know how much "Momma Bear" loves and misses you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now onto more fun stuff for those of you that don't know a single person that was just mentioned! Keeneland is one week and 2 days away and I have nothing, repeat NOTHING to wear! The dress I had is now far too big for me, and I dunno when I am going to have time to go shop! If I was Kristen this would be cause for major panic!!! However, I am not that worried, if it comes down to it I guess I can always borrow something...I just have to find another short person with good taste! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Note to self...call Joey first thing tomorrow!)&lt;/span&gt; I am excited too about the fact that I have a date Sunday night. Yes, I know Sunday night seems kind of odd, but he is driving down here to see me from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's not that hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Murph! Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ou should come visit us all sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;and since he is off work Monday it was the best time for him. He is tall, blonde, and FUNNY! He is also a tennis pro, so you can imagine the physical shape he is in! (insert lustful moans here). We have talked on the phone some, and we do the whole online bit, so I am optimistic we will get along in person and have a great dinner together. Hell, it can't go any worse than some of my other meetings with cyber people have gone, can it?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(Please God, tell me it can't get any worse!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The roomate is leaving for her cruise this Sunday...we are guessing early morning but since her cruise documents have not arrived yet neither one of us is sure. She will be cruising the Bahamas for a week..the bitch! It gives me time to get my stuff all unpacked and settled in though so that's ok. I am gonna have a busy weekend April 7-8...Keeneland during the day the 7th and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cause for Paws&lt;/span&gt; that night (&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5 bands, $7, free food~all money goes to local animal charities! For more info see previous post~ link is in sidebar!!!&lt;/span&gt; P.S. I am going to be making Gobs since Christopher's sis is unavailable, so y'all better get your asses there and EAT!!). Then on Saturday my friends &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chris and Sarah&lt;/span&gt; are having their &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wedding reception/drunken bash&lt;/span&gt;...so you know I have to go to that! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Congrats to you both...You guys are perfect together and I couldn't be any happier for you!)&lt;/span&gt; I think I may not be sober again until Monday the 10th, which is bad because I have to get Ash (roomie) from the airport in Louisville on the 9th...but we think that will be late afternoon, so I should be fine to drive by then! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The job is on hold right now. It seems the comapny I am workign for is having some financial issues, so they laid us all off until they get that sorted out..WTF?! So that means I am back in the family business again...ahhh, nothing like the smell of fresh paint as it drips down from the top of a doorjamb and into your hair...! Really, though I don't mind working for Dad so much, he is a great guy and I love him to pieces, but we have a tendency to butt heads BIG TIME. This usually results in me quitting for a day or two, then he apologizes and I come back, but within a couple of weeks we are back at it again. Sooooo...I guess I need &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; new job as well as a Keeneland outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Siiiiiiigh, such is life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114360423636091186?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114360423636091186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114360423636091186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114360423636091186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114360423636091186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114339861609824984</id><published>2006-03-26T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:43:36.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*smack!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/untitledtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/320/untitledtc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114339861609824984?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114339861609824984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114339861609824984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114339861609824984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114339861609824984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/smack.html' title='*smack!*'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114333507089202802</id><published>2006-03-25T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:38:29.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, But Never Really Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday is normally one of my favorite days of the week. I have time to get caught up on everyday things like dishes, laundry...the book I am reading. This Saturday sucks though, and I cannot help but turn to the blog as an outlet for all the pain, and fear, and rage, and frustration I have inside me right at this moment. I have "moods" as do most of you so it's not surprising that today has been a rather blue day. I have been stressed out about my job, my lack of money, the fact that I am facing surgery, and that I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not alone in the sense that I have no friends, or family. God knows I am blessed every day to have all of you as a part of my world; but lonely in the sense I don't have that special someone...that person I can cry to when life is overwhelming me and I need to be held. That feeling is something I miss, and that makes me sad~while at the very same time I am scared shitless of feeling like that ever again. I loved my ex with an intensity and blind devotion that I never planned on, and in the end all I got was heartache and misery for my efforts. I know, deep down, that not all of our issues were my fault...but it still hurts when he calls me up and proceeds to blast me for everything (real or imagined) I ever did. There is never any mention of the happy times, of the laughter and the shared secrets...it's all hate and negativity and yeah, it fucking hurts! I guess I just don't understand why when a relationship ends it seems like people have this overwhelming need to make the other person the "bad guy." WHY do we have to hate one another; is it really necessary to re-hash every single bad thing that ever happened? And HOW can someone who loved you just months ago now hate you beyond all reason? To me it just makes no sense...I genuinely despise hurting people, no matter what they do to me~so I am having a hard time telling the ex to fuck off...even though I know I should. I guess a part of me is still foolish enough to hope that this is a nightmare of sorts and that the man I loved will re-appear and life will be good again. Then I realize, no matter how much I might want for him to love me, and for things to be good between us again~ they can never be the same. Too many hurtful things have been said, and too many tears cried for me to ever trust him, or him me. I guess all of this is so much worse because he was a part of my life for the last 20 years, I have always admired him and wanted to be with him. I got what I wanted and look how it turned out; how can I ever trust my instincts when it comes to a man again knowing how wrong I was with him?!&lt;br /&gt;Even more frustrating is the ability he has to make me doubt myself. I know in my heart that I am a truly good person. I am always there for my friends, no matter what has happened between us. I love life, try to be an optimist, and am not that "high maintenance girl" that tend to wear men out faster than a pair of flip-flops. Yes, I am outspoken, and not known for keeping my thoughts or opinions to myself~but that is not always a bad thing...is it? I have started to wonder lately if I am going to have to "remake" myself; become a totally different woman from who I have always been if I want to be happy. The fact that I am upset enough to even contemplate such a thing makes me even more upset. I mean, WTF is so bad about me?! Then I tell myself, "It's not me, it's the men I choose." Honestly though, that is getting harder and harder to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pity party is over for now...I have to make a list so I can be sure I get all of my possessions when I go see the ex for the last time tomorrow. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day with my crying, and moaning...and I hope you all have a fabulous weekend! Thanks for reading, and for any commentary you throw my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114333507089202802?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114333507089202802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114333507089202802&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114333507089202802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114333507089202802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/lonely-but-never-really-alone.html' title='Lonely, But Never Really Alone'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114312981814350975</id><published>2006-03-23T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:02:49.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT and other stuff</title><content type='html'>I am home resting after my trip to the ER yesterday. For those of you who may not know I have been dealing with endometriosis for the last few years, and am often in pain as a result of my illness. Yesterday I was hurting so much, and the pain was so intense, that I decided to go to the Doctor and have a check up. The Doctor sent me over to our hospital and I was then treated to a series of tests, hooked up to an IV, made to have a vaginal ultrasound, and then given a big dose of Phenergan and Demarol. I am going to have to have some outpatient surgery here in a few weeks to remove some of the scar tissue so that I have less pressure and will feel better. If you do not know what enodmetriosis is feel free to Google it or look it up at &lt;a href="http://healthwebnetwork.com"&gt;http://healthwebnetwork.com&lt;/a&gt; I am feeling better today, although a bit woozy from the IV cocktail...I have NO tolerance for meds! I will be lurking in blogland for a bit today, but mostly I will be curled up in bed asleep and trying to feel better so I can return to work. Thanks for those of you that worried about me, I am going to be fine! And special thanks to T. for staying by my bedside and listening to me babble on nonsensically as the drugs did their job. You are a peach and I am greatful beyond words for you! Thanks also to Coacharob, she made sure I got home safe. returned to get my car, and then bought me a big ass bottle of Tylenol so that I have the OTC remedy my Doc prefers close at hand. I would have been really lost without the two of them, so I wanted to be sure they got their props!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the drama from yesterday goes....STOP ALREADY! I will be dealing with Ses on a woman to woman basis and I do not want to see/hear/read anything else about this bs on my site. She and I will work it all out and then (hopefully) life will return to a somewhat normal state. I would like to say that while I appreciate all the love and defense I received from you guys this is a situation that is volatile and blogging about it is not going to bring a resoloution any faster. So, as far as commentary goes this is now a dead issue and I hope you will all respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for an HNT....I dunno if I should even bother with this in light of how bad the last few days have been, but like I said I have nothing to hide and I have no intention of NOT participating....too many of you would be angry with me! So here you go...enjoy it and Have a HAPPY HALF-NEKKID THURSDAY already...Lawd knows we need some sunshine in this place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114312981814350975?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114312981814350975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114312981814350975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/hnt-and-other-stuff.html' title='HNT and other stuff'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114313371344314100</id><published>2006-03-23T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:11:11.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/LaurelHNT1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114313371344314100?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114313371344314100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114313371344314100&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114313371344314100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114313371344314100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/image-hosting-by-photobucket_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114303636787726504</id><published>2006-03-22T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:06:07.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_315297927_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/320/th_315297927_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114303636787726504?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114303636787726504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114303636787726504&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114303636787726504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114303636787726504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114300737530975293</id><published>2006-03-22T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:02:55.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it when someone does something heinous to you and you then take a stand to defend yourself they like to scream and bitch and moan and make threats? It seems to me that if people would just learn to keep secrets to themselves, and to not gossip and run their mouths for lack of anything better to do the world would be a happier place. And when I say "gossip" I am referring to the type of talk that is passed along with malicious glee, regardless of whether or not there is a factual basis for the conversation.  Is it just me, or do many of you run into this type of "High School" mentality?! Feedback people, give me feedback!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me almost long for the bullshit I endured in Lexington....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114300737530975293?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114300737530975293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114300737530975293&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114300737530975293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114300737530975293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder This'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114291322563658385</id><published>2006-03-20T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:53:45.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, I am checking in like I promised I would. Don't expect much, I am exhausted! The job is amazing, and I am really enjoying it! I did manage to get my start time pushed back to 6am rather than 5:30...so that's something! I miss all of you soooo much, and really appreciate the love and support I have been receiving. T. is good, he sends me sweet little text messages all day long; I wish it were Wednesday already so I could see him! Other than that life is kind of boring right now...I am going to eat some Corn Flakes and go to bed, Talk to You all tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kisses!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114291322563658385?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114291322563658385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114291322563658385&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114291322563658385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114291322563658385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-am-checking-in-like-i-promised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114278712168738787</id><published>2006-03-19T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:52:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How to say "I Love You" in 9 languages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;English- I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spanish - Te Amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;French - Je T'aime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;German - lch Liebe Dich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Japanese - Ai Shite Imasu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Italian - Ti Amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chinese - Wo Ai Ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Swedish - Jag Alskar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Redneck - Nice butt, Get in the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114278712168738787?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114278712168738787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114278712168738787&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114278712168738787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114278712168738787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-say-i-love-you-in-9-languages.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114271122037930188</id><published>2006-03-18T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:29:52.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is What Happens to You While You're Busy Making Other Plans."~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As many of you have noticed I have been away from Blogworld for the last few days. I have been interviewing for THE job, the position I have been searching for; and I am pleased to announce that I have been hired. I will be working for a company called Product Action and I am in charge of making sure that the production line at Toyota Motor Manufacturing, Kentucky is properly converted to the new specs required to produce the 2007 Toyota Camry. This job requires a great deal of logical and analytical thinking along with the ability to convert raw data into reality. While I am thrilled beyond measure that I was chosen to head up this conversion I am sad to say that I will no longer be able to blog as frequently , nor will I be online during the typical "business hours."&lt;br /&gt;I report to work at 5:30 am (yup, that's not a typo folks...AM is what I mean) this coming Monday and will be working 10-12 hour shifts Monday-Friday until the new line is up and running. Obviously I cannot blog from work; Toyota has firewalls that rival the military, so I will be forced to catch up with all of you in the late afternoon and evening hours. I want you all to know that I will miss you~ especially true for those of you I will not get to talk to during the time I am online. I wish you all well, and send special Kentucky Kisses to the Seattle Crew, Sullen Girl, Snavy, Madame X, Romey, Murph, Scumbag, and of course my Frankfort Gang as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. I also want to send love to those of you who are my "chat pals" and email buddies...You know who you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;More interesting news...I have met someone! He shall be referred to here as "T." T. is a former military man, divorced, great friends with his Ex Wife, has a daughter and a dog...Haven't met the daughter yet, but I love the dog so that's a plus! Currently he works in communications here in the 'Fort and he lives about 5 minutes from my front door. I dunno if this will go anywhere, but right now I am happy being with him, and with him being in my thoughts. I don't think I am really ready to be "involved" seriously again~ at least not so soon after the Ex Asshole, so I am just letting things happen slowly, and taking my time. Mad love for my girl Joey for introducing us....You know me so well! Oh, FYI...I have of course, notified my new employer that April 7 is not a day I can be at the office! And YES, I did tell them I have long standing plans to attend the opening of Spring Meet at Keeneland! Fortunately I have a killer boss and she was all about my being away for the day...Lucky Me! So, just in case the Frankfort Gang was at all worried...Miss Innocent will be there! Did I mention I have the cutest dress...and 7 inch stilettos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anywho, I have to be going- there are kids to be fed, car to be washed, laundry and dishes to do...in other words, life has happened! You will all be hovering in my thoughts, and I will be sure I post on Monday to check in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*MWAH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114271122037930188?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114271122037930188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114271122037930188&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114271122037930188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114271122037930188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-what-happens-to-you-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114247410722031877</id><published>2006-03-15T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:58:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Velvet X, Cause for Paws, and HNT...</title><content type='html'>This is the updated show schedule for &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Velvet X&lt;/span&gt;... GO SEE THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3/17/06 Brick Alley with the Mertons~ &lt;/span&gt;both local bands, and both extremely good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3/23/06 Phoenix Hill Tavern~ &lt;/span&gt;audition night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4/7/06 The Brick Alley~ Cause for Paws&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5 bands, see below for more info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4/21/06 The Dragon Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4/29/06 The Brick Alley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause for Paws is in it's fourth year this year and it's going to be even better than before! You should all get your asses to The Brick Alley and shake your booty for a worthy cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fourth Annual Cause for Paws&lt;br /&gt;Brick Alley Frankfort Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;Show starts at 8:00 PM sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$7.00 cover~ &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; proceeds go toward Animal Rescue efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pizza&lt;/span&gt; provided by friends and a discount from Papa John’s (we’ll accept donations for the Cause’ but donations aren’t necessary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gobs (homemeade dessert similar to a moon pie) &lt;/span&gt;provided by family (we’ll accept donations for the Cause’ but donations aren’t necessary) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Show Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8:00 PM to 9:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Signal Faded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9:15 PM to 10:15 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Greatest of These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10:30 PM to 11:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Exit 99 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11:45 PM to 12:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Velvet X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12:45 AM to 1:45 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is sponsored by the Friends United in Rescue a (pending) non-profit organization devoted to helping animal rescues. All of the proceeds will be split between two animal loving non profit organizations they are the Anderson County Humane Society and the Owen County Friends of Animals &lt;a href="http://www.owencountyfriendsofanimals.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.owencountyfriendsofanimals.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HALF- NEKKID THURSDAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the moment you've all been waiting for...This week's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HNT&lt;/span&gt;! Now keep in mind that I took my shots after taking Kristen's~ so my creative juices were pretty dried up. I posted a question yesterday to find out what pic I should post, and the guys were all about the ass shot, but I just don't like that one so I decided to give you all the closest thing you will ever get to a frontal from me...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114247410722031877?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114247410722031877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114247410722031877&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114247410722031877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114247410722031877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/velvet-x-cause-for-paws-and-hnt.html' title='Velvet X, Cause for Paws, and HNT...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114244709252442929</id><published>2006-03-15T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:24:52.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some help here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ladies and Gents I have a dilemma! I have some pretty good HNT shots prepared but I dunno which to post. Help me out, ok? Shot 1 is me, upside down with some boob action. Shot 2 is a totally naked me from the side. Shot 3 is my ass and I am up against a wall. Let me know what you wanna see...most votes wins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114244709252442929?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114244709252442929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114244709252442929&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114244709252442929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114244709252442929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/need-some-help-here.html' title='Need some help here...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114240396071635811</id><published>2006-03-15T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:26:00.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out at Kristen's house last night, taking her &lt;strong&gt;SMOKIN' HAWT&lt;/strong&gt; HNT shots when I realized I have nothing to blog about! Now, it's not that I don't have stuff going on in my life; it's just that it happens to be pretty mundane and not that interesting for you out there. So, I figured I would take a page from the astonishingly lovely Kristen and give you people some more info about me...not that you necessarily want MORE info...but I am well and truly brain dead and this is the best I can do for now. So here you go...random shit from inside my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. My favorite color is green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I am bi-polar and take meds for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. My tongue is pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I always wanted to be a profiler for the FBI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I am obsessed with tattoos and will eventually have my back covered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I love Dr. Pepper and Cherry Icees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. I refuse to wear a bikini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. My fingernails do not grow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I get really excited about rather stupid shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I laugh in my sleep...loudly and frequently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. I have only been truly "in love" twice...and I love one of them still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. I never, ever cheat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. My IQ is 178... or so they tell me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. I love acting, and am in any play I can manage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. My son is my world...and he is JUST like me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. I have lost too many friends to count...and all of them were too young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17.  Like most women I have serious body issues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Eyes and Intelligence are my biggest turn ons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. I never had an orgasm until I was 22.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. My fantasies are rather "run-of-the-mill"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. I love to watch action and horror movies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. I hate drama and confrontation and avoid it at all costs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. My sister is my best friend and my staunchest supporter, without her I am lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. I lack direction in my professional life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. I love spiders and snakes and other "creepy-crawlies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream is the BEST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. If I had a million dollars I would...have massive plastic surgery and love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. I love to read, and will do that rather than watch TV anytime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. I miss photograpy, and am thrilled to have time to pursue it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. I am the single most open and honest person I know...and that is not always a good thing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114240396071635811?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114240396071635811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114240396071635811&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114240396071635811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114240396071635811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf-wednesday.html' title='WTF Wednesday'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114211164132212435</id><published>2006-03-11T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:46:37.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Music, Friends and More</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok I told you all that I would get to this today, so here you are. Let me just say that last night was a BLAST! Of course, that could be the residual effects of 12 shots of tequila and 8 beers talking, but I don't think so. The gang and I had a hella good time, and now I can show you guys what The Dragon looks like and you (hopefully) can get a feel for life here in Frankfort. Let me say that I was super freakin' excited (and tickled beyond words) when my pal Gary showed up COMPLETELY unexpectedly. Those of you that know me know that Gary (or Arnie as I call him) is in the Air Force and just returned from his second tour in Iraq. I haven't seen him in over a year and I missed the little fucker like crazy! I thought he was going to be in next month, but he showed up with his buddy Daniel after driving from Georgia last night! The bad thing is I had killed the batteries in the camera by then and didn't get a single shot to share...so the one of him is one he sent to me. Special thanks to Coacharob for letting me take her "baby" (The Cannon Powershot) out last night. This would not have happened without her! I had a great time playing with the camera and some of these shots are not your average bar pics...Hope you enjoy them. Now, On with the Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/The%20Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/The%20Dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Dart%20Room.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Dart%20Room.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dart Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Stairwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Stairwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cool stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/DragonThe%20Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/DragonThe%20Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coach, Regina, KJ, Beth, and Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Liz%20M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Liz%20M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lizard Queen makes a rare visit to Frankfort! (Love Ya' Liz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/DragonJason%20G%20with%20camera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/DragonJason%20G%20with%20camera.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Local Photographer, and my favorite Ex...Jason Geis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Ash%20looks%20hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Ash%20looks%20hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coacharob...Whoopin' Ass and Taking names! (Can u say, "Pool Shark"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Willie%20does%20Elvis%20and%20laura%20smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Willie%20does%20Elvis%20and%20laura%20smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Willie (my tattoo artist and neighbor) and his killer wife, Laura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Davey%20Fallis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Davey%20Fallis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davey Fallis rocks out! (The Tallboys are GREAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/DragonDavey%20does%20his%20thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/DragonDavey%20does%20his%20thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A better shot of Davey doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/DragonJeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/DragonJeremy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookin downstairs at my poor friend Jeremy...he had to work the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Jeremy%20works%20the%20door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Jeremy%20works%20the%20door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy finally realized I had a camera pointed at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Drunken%20Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Drunken%20Ray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ray...I wanted to show his tats but he wouldn't cooperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Kevin%20B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Kevin%20B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin came down from Louisville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff bought me shots all night...I blame anything dumb I did on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon3.10.06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon3.10.06%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwww...it's L.B.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/DragonLAurel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/DragonLAurel.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very drunken Miss Innocent herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Joey%20Payne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Joey%20Payne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl...Joey, she is even shorter than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%2003.10%20Jason%20G%20and%20Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%2003.10%20Jason%20G%20and%20Friend.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really sweet "Random Guy" and Jason G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Regina and Josh have a silly moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%202nd%20group%203.10.06%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura and Willie sharing a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Me%20and%20KJ%20boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Me%20and%20KJ%20boobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Innocent and Kristen show their assets off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20%20Beth"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20%20Beth%27s%20boobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister says she has no boobs, I disagree- U look HOT Beth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dawn, Frankfort's finest Barmaid/Waitress~She is the SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Kristen%20hates%20this%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Kristen%20hates%20this%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A total Kristen moment...she's going to kill me for posting this! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Dragon%20Ray%20gets%20love%20on%20stairwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Dragon%20Ray%20gets%20love%20on%20stairwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ray gets some loving before heading out for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally....The picture of my buddy, my pal, my friend...Arnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Drunk%20Gary%20smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Awww....he's such a babe...and look at the fuckin' awesome tats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, That's how we roll here in the 'Fort...now I am going to get some fucking sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love to all my Frankfort Crew ...and to those friends of mine who weren't pictured here...Sorry, not all the shots were blog worthy- it's nothing personal- K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114211164132212435?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114211164132212435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114211164132212435&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114211164132212435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114211164132212435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/women-music-friends-and-more.html' title='Women, Music, Friends and More'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114200720125879101</id><published>2006-03-10T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:13:21.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, FFF is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Fun Fuckin' Friday folks!  Today is going to be a short post as I am hung over and suffering from hallucinations caused by a lack of restful sleep!  (I started celebrating FFF at about 10pm last night...OY!) Tonight I am going to go out and hit the local bar scene with my fellow Frankfort Bloggers and some other random yet equally important people. For those of you who don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TallBoys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;will be playing, which means I get to see my babe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Davey Fallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We should have fun getting our groove on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;someone PLEASE bring a camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; So, last night I drug my roomie (and bestest gal pal) Coacharob out to the bars. The Dragon was dead....so we headed over to The Brick Alley. The Coach whooped some ass at pool while I sucked down beers and shots and flirted my ass off! I got to see some folks I haven't seen in years, got a bit too drunk, and then hung out talking and shit until 4:30am.  Nights like last night remind me of how much I missed Frankfort...and my "band of misfit friends!"  To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Willie, Ray, Carlos, Dink, Bo, Joey P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, et.al---Glad to be home guys and gals...I was away from you all for far too long, and I cannot begin to tell you all how great it is to be in your lives again and to have you all in mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Ok, Sappy moment is over...now I have to crash before I hurt myself stumbling around here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;See you guys at The Dragon about 8...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114200720125879101?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114200720125879101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114200720125879101&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114200720125879101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114200720125879101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-fff-is-here.html' title='Finally, FFF is here!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114187486452188445</id><published>2006-03-09T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:40:44.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WITH LOVE TO Everything Nice, Sullen, Madame X....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is the first and probably last time I will ever dedicate an HNT to anybody, but the aforementioned ladies have been sooo sweet this week I figured I'd throw them a bone. This shot is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;artsy, it's &lt;strong&gt;horribly&lt;/strong&gt; lit, and I cannot claim to be proud of it; However, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; did want to see my hair, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Madame&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to see whatever, and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sullen&lt;/span&gt;...well, that girl can see whatever she wants whenever she wants! (Get in the car and drive already....it's not that far!)&lt;br /&gt;After the amazing amount of sexual tension that has been running thru Blogworld the last couple of days (I blame most of that on Emma and The Rev.) I almost didn't post this week....Then I sent this pic to a special Cat in Seattle and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said it was sexy so I figured," What th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Laurel_015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Laurel_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e Hell," and decided to run with it.&lt;br /&gt;To ALL my guys out there; This one &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; shut you up as well, and if you ask me real nice I may try to do better next week! Depends on who I can find with a camera, a good eye, and some free time--this self timer shit is for the birds! Maybe Romey is free, or The Rev....&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind this was taken so I could show my "untameable" hair...which is red/gold (but the pic didn't show the color so well), and to give everyone an eyeful of my tattoos and my lovely backside. I cropped the pic so my ass didn't show, sorry about that...I have to have some surprises after all! Anyway, mad love to not just my girls, but to all of you out there who cared enough to visit here today...Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday...I'll be cumming to see your pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;come on, you know you wanna click it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's right baby...Click it Hard!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Harder!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Harder!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;MMMM, Just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114187486452188445?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114187486452188445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114187486452188445&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114187486452188445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114187486452188445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-love-to-everything-nice-sullen.html' title='WITH LOVE TO Everything Nice, Sullen, Madame X....'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114184580183888817</id><published>2006-03-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:23:21.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!? Oh,  It's Just Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>WTF?!? It's Wednesday and I have nothing...Absolutely NOTHING! I spent last night engaged in various activities including but not limited to: Cooking dinner, returning calls, getting some, my HNT pic, and watching American Idol. I think I am now experiencing burn out 'cause my brain is NOT functioning at maximum capacity!&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I would kinda sorta cheat today and offer up some things that make me go...WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;I never promised to be entertaining, now did I?! So, without further commentary here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do old people always buy the biggest possible car?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why don't I ever tan evenly in the tanning bed? (Yes, I flip...sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drug dealers spend more time in prison (on average) than child molesters.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mapquest ALWAYS gets me lost somehow.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am going to be 30 in 34 days.&lt;br /&gt;6. Why must Seattle be so far away?!&lt;br /&gt;7. My son has three girlfriends. (Pray for me people, this is just the beginning!)&lt;br /&gt;8. More women than men think I am hawt.&lt;br /&gt;9. There are only two pairs of size 6 shoes in any given shipment of a particular style.&lt;br /&gt;10. Romey has an obsession with Brittney Spears. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_nohuntingsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/th_nohuntingsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What government agency thinks signs like this will be taken seriously?===&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My tax dollars paid for that stupid sign?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF?!?!???!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Freakin' Wednesday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114184580183888817?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114184580183888817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114184580183888817&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114184580183888817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114184580183888817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf-oh-its-just-wednesday.html' title='WTF?!? Oh,  It&apos;s Just Wednesday!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114176417721710566</id><published>2006-03-07T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:46:12.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" border="0"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008800;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ideal mate...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="1" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008800;"&gt;Looks good but is dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="2" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008800;"&gt;Looks great but is dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="3" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008800;"&gt;Looks great and has an amazing brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox" value="4" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#008800;"&gt;Can balance a can of beer on his/her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TWlzc25vc2NlbnQJMTE0MTc2Mzk4NglFRUVFRUUJMDA4ODAwCVZlcmRhbmEJQXNzb3J0ZWQ" name="config"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="View" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollhost.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114176417721710566?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114176417721710566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114176417721710566&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114176417721710566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114176417721710566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-ideal-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114173965540269964</id><published>2006-03-07T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:58:15.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Bad or Both?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Bad%20girls%20go%20down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Bad%20girls%20go%20down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having a discussion with a friend of mine I started to wonder what &lt;em&gt;EXACTLY &lt;/em&gt;makes a good girl "good" and a bad girl "bad." Are the definitions fairly specific, or is it all a matter of perception? To me a girl can be both good and bad. For example I am a good girl who likes to be bad when it is appropriate. I try my best to be the kind of person who is loyal, honest, giving and supportive. I hate to hurt anyone unless it is absolutely necessary to protect myself. Conversely, I like being a bad girl...The kind of girl who can make your head spin with a well timed phrase or a single well placed touch. I think I am a perfect balance of both worlds, but I was more than curious as to what my guys would have to say about the concept of good&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_goodandbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/th_goodandbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/bad; so I asked them for their feedback.&lt;br /&gt;It seems most men believe in the concept of good girl/bad girl, but there are some interesting definitions as to what that is. One of my guys pointed out to me that a "good girl is all about perception, a bad girl just tells you how it is." I have to admit he has a point, most of the so-called bad girls I know have no trouble whatsoever laying it all out there with a "devil may care" kind of attitude. However, the "good girls" I know are more likely to worry about what someone will think of them and they do whatever they think is needed in order to been seen as paragons of virtue.&lt;br /&gt;One of my guys also pointed out that he doesn't think there is a "grey area" in the good/bad category. He feels pretty strongly that you are either one or the other at heart and that is that. While I may not agree with his take on the situation I respect this because I have known some girls who &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; solely good or bad. In fact I have known many girls who were just plain out evil. While I can recognize that this type of bad girl exists I think she is a different type of bad girl from the ones I am discussing here. This kind of bad girl is out for blood because she has a deep hatred for herself, men, women or all of them as a whole. In the end this kind of bad girl just winds up hurting herself because she can never escape the misery she continually creates for herself. And on behalf of all of us women who are NOT psychotic and think it is totally wrong to stalk you or "boil your bunny" I apologize to those men who have had the misfortune of encountering one of these kinds of bad girls. They give all women a bad name, and we don't like them anymore than you do!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done with that little rant, so I should get back to my point here. I was also sent a definition that reflects my opinion that a girl can be both good and bad. It seems a good/bad combo can exist, and it is something like this: A good girl can be proper and perfect in public, but then she becomes a bad girl when you are alone with her and she is whispering dirty things in your ear. That's what I am talking about...A good girl with a wild side!&lt;br /&gt;There were also a couple of traditionalists who pointed out that a good girl is who you marry, a bad girl is who you fuck hard. Now that throws me a bit because if a good girl is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good how much fun can she be to spend the rest of your life with...? Don't men typically want a woman they can take ho&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_devilangelgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/th_devilangelgirls.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me to Mom &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; fuck hard later?! Maybe I am just confused....&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Please clarify this for me fellas!&lt;br /&gt;I am neither an Angel nor a Devil, I am simply me- but I still wonder if there is a category for girls who are both. That is a question I have not been able to answer to my satisfaction. All I know for sure now is that Good Girls and Bad Girls do exist, and that most men aren't that picky about which one they go for as long as she is NOT psycho! Let me know how you define the two groups, and is there a grey area? My inquiring mind needs to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114173965540269964?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114173965540269964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114173965540269964&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114173965540269964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114173965540269964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-bad-or-both.html' title='Good, Bad or Both?'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114165879698570042</id><published>2006-03-06T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:34:41.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am back!!! Aren't you thrilled? Things are still a bit hectic, but I have had some time to decompress so I am ready to rock and roll again! In honor of Monday, I thought I would play a little game. This is not an unfamilair game on it's face, but I have made some changes of my own. So, pay close attention to the rules and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are stranded on a desert island, and you have 5 things in your possession. WHAT 5 THINGS MUST YOU HAVE AND WHY? Now, here is the twist...as each person comments they have to name 4 things of their own, and find a new use for one of the items previously mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_goodbyeduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/th_goodbyeduck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EX: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss sez: I would take a book so I have something to distract me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Commenter Sez: I would take the book from Miss so I can use the paper to start a fire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I would take...list your 4 items and their uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Use your imagination and be creative! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY FIVE THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOLI VODKA&lt;/strong&gt;: For wound disinfection and to drink when I realize how bad being stuck on this island is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USMC COMBAT KNIFE&lt;/strong&gt;: This freaking knife is awesome, it cuts thru anything and I can use it for hunting, shelter building, and even for entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iPOD:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, so I know it isn't going to be of much use, but I gotta have music in my life, and it will help keep me from making a coconut or something like it my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF! INSECT REPELLANT:&lt;/strong&gt; I think this is self explainatory folks! I have no desire to be eaten alive by stinging, biting bugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG ASS BALL OF TWINE:&lt;/strong&gt; The ultimate since I don't think I would be so good at making my own "string." I can use this for many things, including shelter building, fire building, and to capture any edible animals I may find by making snares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114165879698570042?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114165879698570042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114165879698570042&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114165879698570042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114165879698570042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-fun.html' title='Monday Fun'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114153300624432737</id><published>2006-03-04T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:30:06.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless Boxing! That's right, I said it...And I mean it! I finally managed to get caught up on a fight I missed February 25, because I was busy doing other things that day. Those of you who follow the sport know which fight I am talking about. For those of you who don't-- "Sugar Shane" Mosley and Fernando Vargas. These guys have to be two of my favorite contenders in the 154LB. Division, and watching them battle it out was just what I needed to chill out!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Ok, not a fan of boxing? Tough shit! This is the sport that brought me back to Blogland so you'll have to deal. I love, love, LOVE boxing...and my incredible roomie Coacharob is now "forced" to take part in this obsession of mine as well. So, if she can suffer quietly so can the rest of you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/th_shanemosley.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/320/th_shanemosley.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Promo Photo before the big fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sugar Shane is on the left, Vargas is on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was Sugar Shane's last fight in this weight class, and Vargas seemed a shoe-in for victory. However, in classic Vargas style he had trouble connecting with speed AND power, and Sugar wore him down midway through the 5th round. While I like Vargas I often find myself irritated by the way he "telegraphs" his next move, and by the fact he is horrible at defending his left side. Sugar made excellent use of these two factors to bring home the win. Vargas however, went home with a badly swollen left eye, and a not-so- pretty right one. The Official finally called the fight in the 10th round because Vargas was having trouble seeing and was not able to maintain his balance or defend himself vigorously. That means Sugar won by TKO (that is a Technical Knock Out for those who may not know)-- a great way to end his career in this weight class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By no means was this pretty fight, not in the technical sense of the word anyway, but it always thrilling to watch when two men with such differences in their styles go toe-to-toe. In fact it was sooo thrilling I had to blog about it, and now you are being graced with my presence once more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, God bless boxing --it is the perfect medicine for me when I am in a funk, and bless the fighters who inspire me...may they stay in the ring long enough to help me blog another day! And to Vargas...speed, accuracy, protect that left side already, and while you're at it make use of that reach you've got-- sheesh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114153300624432737?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114153300624432737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114153300624432737&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114153300624432737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114153300624432737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfect-medicine.html' title='The Perfect Medicine'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114150231420817266</id><published>2006-03-04T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:58:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/17828e21.jpg"&gt;I am planning&amp;nbsp;to return on Monday...Provided life stays on an even keel of course! Thanks to the many of you who have sent me kind thoughts via email and IM as well as in my comments...I am a better person for knowing each one of you and having you guys (and gals) in my life makes almost anything bearable! Enjoy your weekend and look for me March 6!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114150231420817266?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114150231420817266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114150231420817266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114150231420817266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114150231420817266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-planningto-return-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114141062333008920</id><published>2006-03-03T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:30:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Ponder In My Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/washprivateshehehe.jpg"&gt;WTF?!! Can you say, "Things that make you go hmmm....?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114141062333008920?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114141062333008920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114141062333008920&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114141062333008920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114141062333008920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-to-ponder-in-my-absence.html' title='Something to Ponder In My Absence'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114131555999032224</id><published>2006-03-02T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:06:00.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/9ab8c807.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp; And that includes YOU!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114131555999032224?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114131555999032224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114131555999032224&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114131555999032224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114131555999032224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-hnt.html' title='HAPPY HNT!!!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114123730446848411</id><published>2006-03-01T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:21:44.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/takingbreather.jpg"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9999ff&gt;In light of how crazy my life has gotten lately I feel the need to vanish for a bit. I have too much on my mind and swirling around in my heart to do the blog thing right now. I will be around all of your sites and will miss you. &amp;nbsp;I will return when I have myself back again. If you miss me that badly feel free to email me anytime or hit me on IM (calescoolmom...Yahoo). Kisses to you all, and take care!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114123730446848411?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114123730446848411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114123730446848411&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114123730446848411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114123730446848411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-light-of-how-crazy-my-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114122376799686544</id><published>2006-03-01T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:47:37.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/humpsign.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Hump Day Y'All!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have created a VERY short "quiz" to give you something to do with your brains today. Please think about your answers before commenting, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The last time I ate a hot dog I....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Threw up! I HATE hot dogs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. My favorite author, right now, is......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Jonathan Kellerman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. I think the world's worst evil-doers are....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Child Molesters and Animal abusers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. My guiltiest pleasure is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Any form of GREAT sex, although I am not usually guilty about it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. If I could travel anywhere I'd go........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Seychelle Islands! Calm, quiet, and soooo beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6. This really makes me mad........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(People who talk shit about me but don't really know me at all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7. People don't know this about me but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;....... &lt;/span&gt;(I am a sappy romantic at heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have fun playing with me and have a magnificent Wednesday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114122376799686544?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114122376799686544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114122376799686544&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114122376799686544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114122376799686544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-hump-day-yall-i-have-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114119414102780137</id><published>2006-03-01T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:25:45.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning After Mardi Gras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Goose did in fact appear at the exhibit, although not one of you other fuckers did! You guys missed some great photography and I wish you all could have made it! Nothing much going on there, the band was...interesting? Anyway Goose had to make "curfew" so I came back here and caught up on TiVO and American Idol, cooked dinner for myself and the miserably sick Coacharob, and got online for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahhh, I love dirrrty IM chats! They make me perk up, get the proverbial juices flowing, and let me retreat to fantasy land for awhile. To Mr. IM last night...You know I know who you are, and I am not telling! (These women around here...they will try and steal you, and I am greedy you know so I am going to keep you for myself for a bit!) Anyway, this hottie got me all worked up! Judging by the way I reacted physically I think I am overdue for a good, deep, hard pounding! And I want one sooo bad...Now, where to look?! Volunteers? (I happen to love a guy who will step up and help a woman in distress!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, into a hot bubble bath for me, then sleep! Talk to you all later today, I think I may be late for work...hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114119414102780137?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114119414102780137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114119414102780137&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114119414102780137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114119414102780137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/03/early-morning-after-mardi-gras.html' title='Early Morning After Mardi Gras...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114115135502859047</id><published>2006-02-28T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:29:15.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Random shit from inside my head time! I have been so completely distracted and unable to work today--I don't think the meds are working properly! Anyway I thought I would take a couple of minutes and throw out some "secrets" and other junk to entertain you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Secrets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love to watch "The Bachelor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't really like to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I enjoy reading People Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Most days I wish I could hide and stay in bed watching crappy TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cannot stand stupid people, but I pretend to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have a mean streak, a REALLY mean streak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss being "IN" love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss my son anytime he isn't with me, and I cry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am not as strong as I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am afraid of cotton balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I used to do drugs...a LOT of drugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't miss my Lexington friends as much as I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hate my job, but stick around anyway because I am afraid to look for a job I'll love and get "shot down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Random Shit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want a dog! And I miss my cats sooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why do my houseplants always die?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If I didn't need it...I would let the EX keep all my shit to avoid seeing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am soooo broke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My nails look awful, I wish they would grow off already! (I am not going to soak them off!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need to eat lunch, but I need to lose weight more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I am going to stay in Frankfort for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Goose is funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Yaaaaawwwwwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I had more close friends in Frankfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114115135502859047?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114115135502859047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114115135502859047&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114115135502859047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114115135502859047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-shit-from-inside-my-head-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114108439652180452</id><published>2006-02-27T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:19:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be looking for YOU (and you, and you...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mardi Gras in Frankfort is always fun, but now it is also an opportunity to give generously to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Local photographer&lt;/span&gt;, and personal friend, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jason Geis&lt;/span&gt; will be exhibiting some of his work at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Capital Plaza Hotel Tuesday, February 28&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Admission to the show is $5 with ALL proceeds going to Gulf Coast Hurricane Relief Efforts&lt;/span&gt;. Jason is an extremely talented photographer, and his work is always powerful and evocative. He just returned from a trip to the Gulf Coast area and the photography he will be displaying is from that trip. I encourage ALL of you to go and see the exhibit, and to donate your money to this worthy cause. Many of Katrina's victims are still waiting for relief and have been "forgotten" in the absence of the media spotlight; Help me make sure they know Frankfort has not forgotten them as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Gulf Coast photo exhibit&lt;/span&gt; will run from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5:30 until 10pm&lt;/span&gt;. There will also be live music by The Groove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;[Stop and think...2 more beers or a chance to help make someone else's life a little better? I will be there, and I sincerely hope those of you who live in or around the Frankfort area will be as well.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laisse les bons temps rouler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Have a happy and SAFE Fat Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114108439652180452?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114108439652180452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114108439652180452&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114108439652180452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114108439652180452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-will-be-looking-for-you-and-you-and.html' title='I will be looking for YOU (and you, and you...)'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114070758045921858</id><published>2006-02-23T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:42:22.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, It's time again for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HNT&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I gave a lot of thought to my post this week and came up with only one idea I thought would be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For those of you who haven't read (I should spank you really, but that is a subject for another time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mongoose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I have been battling it out for a couple of days over our posses. I still firmly believe that the combination I have put together could easily stomp the shit out of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'s group, but obviously the majority of readers don't seem to agree. In my opinion it is because those folks who are voting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lack the necessary imagination to appreciate the lethality of Michael Keaton, Dakota Fanning, Linda Blair, Bruce Lee, Bruce Willis and the rest of my group. So, since it appears that I will be buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gosse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lunch next week I thought I would post an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HNT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that shows how very gracious a loser I can be. It is with the painful realization that MOST of my blogland friends have gone to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, and with a ferverent prayer that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Romey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will in fact send me the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;naked pics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he has promised to all who vote for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that I submit my entry for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy it and Have a Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Feet_009_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/Feet_009_snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can You say D' Feet?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can..in fact I am getting rather good at saying it...*siiigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(I fold already Goose; Just tell me when we are going to eat! I make good on my wagers, so I guess lunch is on me...Just be gentle and don't gloat too much ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*muttering to self..."I wonder if they serve humble pie...or crow....."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/Feet_009_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114070758045921858?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114070758045921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114070758045921858&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114070758045921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114070758045921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hnt.html' title='HAPPY HNT!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114056954014128319</id><published>2006-02-21T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:53:30.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The shit I'll do for a free lunch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/burger.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay people, get on your thinking caps and prepare yourselves...Goose does not believe my posse's skills are adequate to beat his posse. So, we are gonna leave it up to you in blogland to make the decision. Check out Goose's Clique at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldofthegoose.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;http://worldofthegoose.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt; Compare his list to mine (buried somewhere down below here) and render your verdict on this site so we can keep track. All votes MUST have justification or they will be disqualified. The loser has to buy lunch--so I need to win folks, tax season hasn't hit it's peak yet you know - and I have a feeling Goose will pig out if I am buying. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;(Yes, that was a shameless attempt at the pity vote...but I gotta work with what I have. Begging is something I can do well if properly motivated!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;So, cast your votes, play well with one another, and be sure to follow the rules. All votes due in by 12:00pm EST, Friday, February 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rules for participation: You must provide us with justification for why you vote the way you do. Posses' cannot be altered-they stand as originally posted. One vote per person, no exceptions. Feel free to also provide us with a list of your posse if you have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Have a Wonderfully Wet Wednesday! (So called 'cause I am hoping Goose gets hosed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114056954014128319?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114056954014128319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114056954014128319&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114056954014128319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114056954014128319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/shit-ill-do-for-free-lunch.html' title='The shit I&apos;ll do for a free lunch...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114053954564369194</id><published>2006-02-21T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:14:01.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Posse Ya'll      (AKA EAT THIS GOOSE!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, just when you thought the whole posse thing had died out here I come. I wasn't going to do this but Goose (see his link in my sidebar) threw down the gauntlet in a comment to me at his site yesterday. So, in the interest of winning a bet, and to show KJ and Heather and various other women out there that girls can in fact play this game (need I remind you all it was the wonderful Everything Nice who gave it to us in the first place?) I present to you...My Posse! Please forgive the lack of pictures...I am still a wee bit ill and didn't feel like fucking with it to be honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(1) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agent K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Tommy Lee Jones) "Men in Black"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weapons Expert/Language Expert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No, Elvis is not dead, he just went home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This guy keeps his cool under fire, has killer laser weapons, and a neuralizer! Plus he can talk to all types of aliens and humans as well. While he is not as hot as Agent J (Will Smith) he is a seasoned interrogator and knows how to get the job done. Plus, he is funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emily Callaway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Dakota Fanning) "Hide and Seek"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;assassin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Let's hope you don't end up like her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is one bad ass kid, and you should be afraid of her! She kills people for fun and brings an imaginary friend who is just as lethal along for the ride. Being a kid means she appears unassuming, so she can get away with murder-literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( and yes, I know at the end it turns out it wasn't really HER, but the pretense makes the movie and her character is portrayed as a deadly child from Hell so....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(3) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shaft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Samuel L. Jackson) "Shaft"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enforcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; "I see you somewhere you don't belong..I will kill you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is one bad motherfucker, and he knows it. He is hot, hard and deadly...purrfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(4) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jake LaMotta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Robert DeNiro) "Raging Bull" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wiseguy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Who's an Animal? Your mother's an animal you Son of a Bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, so he can be a little tense at times, and ultimately he fucks himself up good, but in the meantime he is just what I need. A guy who will do anything, anytime, anywhere if the price is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(5) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Bruce Lee) "Enter the Dragon"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spy/Martial Artist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Never take your eyes off your opponent, even when you bow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This guy is the total package and then some! Lee is smart, sneaky, stealthy, and can kick some major ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(6) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tony Montana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Al Pacino) "Scarface"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Money Manager&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"In this country you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power you get the women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like the way he thinks, and he DID create a helluva empire from scratch, so I figure he can help me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(7) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aragorn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Viggo Mortensen) "LOTR, Return of the King"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strategy/Logistics/Swordplay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I do not fear death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is hot, hot, HOT and can defend his position like no one else. Aragorn is skilled at warmongering, hand to hand combat, and he can ride a horse while doing it if need be. He is also, loyal, devoted to the cause, and beyond corruption. Plus, did I mention he's HOT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(8)&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; E.T.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Himself) "E.T.-The Extra-Terrestrial"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Communications Expert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"E.T., E.T., E.T.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, so he cannot say much but this little guy can take all the junk in your garage and make a phone to call space! How freakin' cool is that shit? Plus he is as cute as a bug in a rug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(9) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nikita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Anne Parillaud) "La Femme Nikita"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;assassin/Seductress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"What's the worst that could happen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having been specifically trained to charm and kill Nikita is as lethal as they come. She is a mistress of the darker side, and an absolute must for me. Plus, she looks great even after she has taken out the bad guy...You gotta' love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(10) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;John McClane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Bruce Willis) "Die Hard"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My guy on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; "Yippie-ki-yay, Motherfucker"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This guy is a one man show. He can pick off terrorists and still manage to crack a dry joke or two. If you need to get people out of a hostage situation he is your guy. The fact that he can shoot, take a risk, and still maintain his composure makes him a great guy to keep around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(11) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Regan Teresa MacNeil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Linda Blair) "The Exorcist"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Demonic Powers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Stick your cock up her ass you motherfuckin' worthless cocksucker!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, okay so she is a bit crazy, but shit she doesn't care so why should I? This chick has telekinetic powers, her head spins round and round, and she can projectile vomit! With the powers of Satan on my side I can't go wrong! (To hell maybe, I can go to hell...but I can't go wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(12) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;James Bond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Sean Connery) "Diamonds are Forever"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weapons Expert/ Interrogation Expert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Well, I am afraid you've caught me with more than my hands up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Bond is the master of  "charm and disarm."  He will talk you out of your secrets AND your clothes, and he has that sexy voice! Plus he has all the cool gadgets I need to take over the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(13) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Michael Keaton) "Beetlejuice"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spell Caster/Evil Genius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"It's showtime!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This guy is gonna' be hard to take out in public, but if you piss him off he will shrink your head! He is not a nice guy, and has no qualms about dishing out a spell to amuse himself or irritate his enemies. He also loves to be bad, and I love a bad boy so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114053954564369194?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114053954564369194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114053954564369194&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114053954564369194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114053954564369194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-posse-yall-aka-eat-this-goose.html' title='My Posse Ya&apos;ll      (AKA EAT THIS GOOSE!)'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114062543172463264</id><published>2006-02-20T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:55:55.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Velvet X&lt;/span&gt; alert....Just a reminder that the Frankfort Based band &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Velvet X&lt;/span&gt; will be performing at the follwing places during the following times. These guys REALLY need our support in order to book at larger venues more frequently. So Shake Yo' Ass already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday, February 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;High Life Lounge--388 Woodland (formerly Lynaugh's) Lexington, KY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friday, March 17 (Saint Patrick's Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Brick Alley--Frankfort, KY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thursday, March 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Phoenix Hill Tavern-- Louisville, KY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**On Stage From 11:30-12:30**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Possibility of a caravan up to the show, I will keep you posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can also find Velvet X band at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Jambase.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.Jambase.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114062543172463264?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114062543172463264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114062543172463264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114062543172463264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114062543172463264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/velvet-x-alert.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114040806619082670</id><published>2006-02-19T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:01:06.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Women-Fact and Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there has been quite a bit of boasting and posturing about Kentucky Women here and on a couple of other blogs I frequent. Having nothing else to write about today I thought I would make an attempt to educate those of you who are not fortunate enough to live in, or know, a Kentucky Woman. As a general rule Kentucky Women are not something I would brag about. There is, however a rare and seldom seen breed of Kentucky Woman who is phenomenal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Kentucky Woman who is worth knowing is a lady first and foremost. She is always in style, knows what is and isn't "PC", can talk on a multitude of topics and handles her liquor like you cannot imagine. She is a woman who is confident, self-assured, and will whoop your ass if you need it! She is not afraid to BE herself, she just worries what will happen if others find out what being herself entails. True Kentucky Women speak their minds, and are experts at making a side remark seem like a compliment. They are quick-witted, funny, and loyal. Kentucky Women like to keep their friends close, but their enemies closer, and have a rather nasty gossipy way about them--he only drawback I have found to being a Kentucky Woman, thus far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As a group Kentucky Women are strong, tough, courageous, and very self-confident. We love ourselves, or men, our horses and our booze. We all tend to work hard, but love to play even harder. A true Kentucky Woman doesn't play games, and will always tell you the truth about anything; Provided you aren't going to tell someone else of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you have the fortune to date or marry a Kentucky Woman you should be prepared for the following things: A slight "twang" on occasion, Someone who will most likely cook for you-and cook well, An outstanding sense of humor, Great hair (Hey, it's true!!), A surprisingly large vocabulary considering we come from one of the lowest ranking states education wise, Passion, Drive, Determination, Desire, and manners that are unmatched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A Kentucky Woman is kind, caring, and has a backbone of steel. She will take you home, sleep with you, make you breakfast and iron your shirt BEFORE she tells you to get the fuck out, and never call again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And that folks, is exactly why She is so loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114040806619082670?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114040806619082670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114040806619082670&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114040806619082670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114040806619082670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/kentucky-women-fact-and-fantasy.html' title='Kentucky Women-Fact and Fantasy'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114053154287697953</id><published>2006-02-18T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:00:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I ONLY HAD A GUN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Great, if you are reading this that means you noticed the title and decided to read on. Normally I avoid political commentary in this forum, but today I am so pissed I just had to vent! As I was having a VERY early morning cuppa joe I scanned the Lexington Herald Leader. I was appalled to read an article by Ryan Lenz, a reporter for The Associated Press, discussing a group of individuals who protest outside of military funerals.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the Rev. Fred Phelps, founder of a fundamentalist church based in Topeka, Kansas has a problem with the Iraq War. That I can understand, a lot of us disagree for whatever reasons on the fact that the US is in Iraq at all. The Reverend (and I use that term with disgust) feels that the men and women who are dying in Iraq are being killed by a vengeful God who is angry that our country "harbors" homosexuals. He and his gang of kooks and crazies have taken to demonstrating outside of the Ft. Campbell military post, a base that has been one of the hardest hit since the Iraq war began. Ft. Campbell is the home to the 101st Airborne Divison, a group I am proud to say I have friends in myself. Carrying signs that say things such as, "Thank God for IED's," and "God's Will Be Done" these fanatics harass and ridicule family members and friends of those soldiers who have died in combat. Now, whether you agree or disagree with the war, I do not think any sane person has a right to condemn the very people whose service and dedication to the cause of freedom guarantees your right to free ideas in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;(Side Note: For those of you out of state, I have seen Rev. Phelps up close and personal on more than one occasion. About 2 years ago he decided to bring himself and about 20 of his followers into Lexington, KY. They were there to protest the baptism of 5 babies born to a gay couple through the use of a surrogate mother. The Rev. Phelps was certain all of these children, as well as the two men who were their parents and the woman who gave them life, would burn in Hell. I attended 2 separate rallies in support of these fine gentlemen, as did over 500 other supporters. Rev. Phelps stomped around, damning us all, and insisted HE knew what God wanted, and that we would all be struck down for allowing these children to be baptized. I have never in my life been as angry as I was watching this man. I truly believe he is a modern day Hitler who, with the right backing would attempt to rid the US and then the world of anyone he doesn't think deserves to be here. This man is unfortunately has within his rights as an American citizen to protest as he sees fit. However I find him to be narrow minded, rude, obscene, and generally nauseating.)&lt;br /&gt;A US based group of former Veterans of Foreign Wars calling themselves "Patriot Guard Riders" has decided to stand up to the Rev. Phelps on behalf of all US Service Members and their families. Waving American flags, chanting, " U-S-A, U-S-A," the Patriot Guard Riders attend the funerals of those who have died in combat at the request of the deceased's families. Their only objective is to provide support for those who are grieving, and to celebrate the fact that the deceased is an American Servicemember who died honorably while acting in the call of duty, and who deserves recognition and gratitude. Patriot Guard Riders currently has more then 5,000 members and is instrumental in helping to heal the wounds created by the fanatical Rev. Phelps and Company. They should be recognized for their compassion, and for their respect.&lt;br /&gt;As for Reverend Phelps...Any one who wants to buy this piss poor example of a human being a private island so he can get the hell out of the USA be my guest! I have family and numerous friends who are in the Armed Services, and many of them are in Iraq at this moment. I hope his God will help Reverend Phelps if I have to have the misfortune of coming into contact with him...he doesn't deserve to live, and although I would never take a human life I would love to see him suffer. Preferably in the same manner he has made so many people in this country suffer by his mere existence. People like the Reverend Phelps lack the very thing that has made America so strong, and so proud; He lacks honor, and that is unforgivable in any one who wishes to call themselves an American and enjoy the freedom and prosperity that has been granted us solely by the willingness of our service men and women to fight for this country. If God is in fact omnipresent I am sure HE is taking copious notes on Reverend Phelps, adn I can only hope that he spends his eternity in the worst kind of hell imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All of my friends who are serving overseas and stateside: ( Gary, Tiffany, Megan, Rob, Chris, Caleb, Amy and Stace) I know you cannot comment (firewalls...I get it already!) but I want you each to know that I am always here for you and you are in my thoughts each and every day. May you stay safe and return home soon...God Bless America and God Bless You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://patriotguard.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://patriotguard.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Check them out and let them know their work is appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://herald-leader.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://herald-leader.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Original article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114053154287697953?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114053154287697953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114053154287697953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114053154287697953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114053154287697953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-only-had-gun.html' title='IF I ONLY HAD A GUN...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114019403622304156</id><published>2006-02-17T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:33:56.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**HAWT BAND ALERT AND OTHER JUNK**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So...I know I said I was going to go home and sleep last night, but my sister Beth insisted I keep her company at "The Dragon"- a popular pub here in Frankfort. I haven't been OUT with the gang since I moved back here, so although I really didn't want to go out I acquiesced. After receiving some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;long-distance love from a couple of my favorite bloggers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know who you are, so names aren't necessary- I got down to partying. Beers 2-5 we bought for me by my friend Ben, who also provided some much needed lip action. Shots number 1-3 were provided by my buddy Nate who I had managed to lose somehow over the last 3 years I lived in Lexington. After that the rest is fuzzy, but I know Jeff hooked me up too somewhere in there! There was some wagering for high stakes going on at the pool tables, a whole hoard of hotties, and in the midst of it all were Coacharob and yours truly. A perfect night! I do so love to have hot men spoiling me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also ran into my pal Christopher. Chris is in a band called "Velvet X". They will be playing in Frankfort and Lexington this weekend and next weekend. See the info at the bottom of the post to find out where and when and then get your ass there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Re: The upcoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pimp and ho's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...I need a costume! Any suggestions? And for you locals- I had better see you at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Dragon on Friday the 24th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the festivities! I promise pictures for the insanity will be posted at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Special shout outs to the following:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LB, Bo, Jason G., Christopher, Nate, Jeff, John, Eric, Sue, Ben, Zane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(whoever you are-wherever you went....U were HAWT!) and my pal &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;InZen&lt;/span&gt; who was nice enough to talk to my drunk ass for awhile last night. I love you buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Velvet X Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;02/17- The Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;02/18- The Brick Alley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;02/25- High Life Lounge--Lexington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come show the local boys you love them and rock your ass off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have a Grrrreat Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114019403622304156?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114019403622304156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114019403622304156&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114019403622304156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114019403622304156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/hawt-band-alert-and-other-junk.html' title='**HAWT BAND ALERT AND OTHER JUNK**'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114010249580676614</id><published>2006-02-16T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:08:15.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am sick again today. Fever, chills, sneezing and a stuffy nose. Despite all of this I have a smile on my face! I left the office earlier than normal last night and went home to get some much needed sleep. I popped my rather lovely self into a steaming hot bubble bath, drank some green tea and snuggled into the loving embrace of my electric blanket. I had been asleep about an hour when my phone rang. Weary, but curious, I snagged the phone from the nightstand and was tickled to see my caller was no other than InZen! I answered and was amused to find myself turning pink at the sound of his VERY sexy voice. Zen and I spent the next 2 hours talking about politics, religion, and my EX among other varied and interesting topics. He made me laugh and made me long. I think I really may need to get my ass to Ann Arbor soon to meet him! The conversation ended only because his cell battery went dead! :( I drug my sniffling, stuffy headed self back to the bed, but was not able to sleep until I called and left him a voicemail message. Did you get it Zen?! Anyway, I am in a good mood even though I feel like shit on the bottom of a shoe...and it is all thanks to the healing voice of Zen! Thanks for the love sugar, and let's talk again soon, ok? I do love a man with a sexy voice and something worthwhile to say!  Kisses and Hugs to you-I hope you have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114010249580676614?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114010249580676614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114010249580676614&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114010249580676614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114010249580676614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-sick-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114005204304241243</id><published>2006-02-15T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:07:23.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/LaurelEyes2_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/320/LaurelEyes2_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok, so I am posting this one a little early as well, but people were so nice to me I figured I'd go ahead and do this so I could sleep a little later instead of rushing in tomorrow morning to get this up for HNT. Again, this shot was set up by yours truly and snapped by Coacharob in her bedroom Sunday night. How did I happen to be in her bedroom on a Sunday night you ask? Well....the story goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;One of my chatty pals and I talk somewhat frequently, he has been kind enough to send me some HAWT pics so that I could let this imagination of mine take a little break. Sunday it was payback time. After almost 2 weeks of promising pictures it was time to make good. I called up the Coach and informed her, (notice I say informed, she didn't have much choice but to do this for me) that not only did I need some better pics I needed HNT quality shots! To top it off they had to be taken, edited if needed and sent in 30 minutes time. Being the pal she is the Coach undertook this task despite really not wanting to see me naked, or half nekkid as the case may be. We staged some shots, snapped off the lights and went to work. What you see here is the untouched finished product. My chatty pal claims to be happy with the results but I think he is just being nice. The point is I kept my end of the deal, and now we are even! As far as next week's HNT? Goose has a bet to handle, let's see if he comes through! If he doesn't don't panic...Q can take some shots for me to share! Kisses to all, and HAPPY HNT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114005204304241243?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114005204304241243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114005204304241243&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114005204304241243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114005204304241243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please?!!!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114002932289031882</id><published>2006-02-15T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:47:48.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's only Wednesday, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know it isn't time for HNT yet, but I couldn't take it any longer! Coacharob took this shot of me Sunday night amid much protest (on her part) and laughter (on mine). Taking into consideration she is NOT a photographer I think she did a splendid job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/1600/LaurelEyes2_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2458/2205/200/LaurelEyes2_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When viewing this please remember that I have lost almost 30 pound since last October alone, so I am kind of shy about how I look right now even though it is a major improvement of what I looked like then. Truth be told I despise being photographed and avoid it every chance I get, but this was different. This was "artsy" and I could at least try to look cute rather than getting caught with a mouth full of food or some other such nonsense. And I think it turned out rather well in fact. If you are all very nice to me I may suck up my fear of photos and post a much better HNT...then again I may not. So, enjoy the pic and be gentle if you don't mind...I am feeling rather fragile today as it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="15" alt="HNT_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;come on, you know you wanna click it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114002932289031882?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114002932289031882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114002932289031882&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114002932289031882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114002932289031882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-its-only-wednesday-but.html' title='I know it&apos;s only Wednesday, but...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-114002083396529613</id><published>2006-02-15T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:27:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday-and I have a cold...*sniff*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey folks! I have some stuff weighing on me today, so I thought I would take this opportunity to unload a little. Last night, as I was hanging out with Coacharob and getting caught up on TiVO (LOST, ER and American Idol), enjoying some much needed unwinding time, and having fun just being a lazy bum, when the Ex LTR called me. Now, we had a talk earlier in the day that resulted in my crying and hanging up on him. At first I wasn't going to take this call, but I thought maybe he was going to apologize for his earlier hurtful behavior. I should have known better, after all we were together for 3 years and infatuated with one another for 15. He immediately launched into me, and got loud. There was nothing to say that had not been said a thousand times before so it wasn't as if he had some amazing new insight to share with me! Basically it boils down to this; There were some financial issues which are all my fault, He is glad I am gone, He never loved me anyway-I was just better than being alone, and I need to get my shit out of his house pronto! Now after spending three years of my life with this man I once admired and adored this is some painful shit to hear. But I held it together, didn't lose my cool, stood firm and hung up on him again. Then I fell apart and cried my little heart out. The coach was there for me, as she always is, to offer support and words of encouragement. I guess what sucks the most is that I really thought he and I could be friends, and now I have lost that as well. I went to check my IM and found that J. was waiting to talk. He explained to me that men like to make women feel bad because it is easier than saying, "Sorry." He and I talked for a bit and he managed to cheer me up, as he usually does. I went home, crashed out, and woke up feeling pretty good, until last night came back to me again. I just don't get why things have to be so complicated where the ex-LTR is concerned! I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him, and now we cannot stand one another. How does that happen so fast?! And why does it have to happen at all? I just don't understand it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feedback, especially from my guys outh there would be nice, especially if you have an explaination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a different topic, thanks again to all of you who made VDay better with cards, or funny things to say. I needed that! And to my chat pal who has a loved one in surgery today...I Love Ya' and my thoughts are with you; if you need ANYTHING let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-114002083396529613?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/114002083396529613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=114002083396529613&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114002083396529613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/114002083396529613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-wednesday-and-i-have-coldsniff.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday-and I have a cold...*sniff*'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113994494646256708</id><published>2006-02-14T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:22:26.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from DA BOYZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Awww, sheesh guys- you didn't have to send the e-cards and messages, but I LOVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tequila Guy...My hive is buzzin' now, and "Yes" I will drink with you!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;InZen...While you were in a meeting, huh? You HAVE to control that, but call me later and I will take care of it for you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ari...Kisses back at u sugar, you know where to find me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To my MIA list...J, Q, Seedy, Goose, etc-WTF?! No love, huh? That's ok...I have VERY special plans for each of you and they don't involve cards or flowery notes either! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  Much love to my gang of merry men, You know I love everyone  of you...Just not all at once and NEVER on the same night!  After all I am just not THAT kind of girl..hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113994494646256708?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113994494646256708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113994494646256708&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113994494646256708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113994494646256708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-from-da-boyz.html' title='Love from DA BOYZ'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113993862225124100</id><published>2006-02-14T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:37:02.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Jane Howard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to all of you out there who make me laugh, make me sigh, and make me crazy! I love you all and hope you have a very special day today! You guys are my own little "cyber-family"!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113993862225124100?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113993862225124100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113993862225124100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113993862225124100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113993862225124100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/call-it-clan-call-it-network-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113985724202220221</id><published>2006-02-13T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:00:42.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Tomorrow's Corporate Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the spirit of Valentine's Day I thought I would share some of the very best non -traditional gifts I have ever recieved.  Not all of them made my heart melt, or my pulse race mind you but they were creative in their own right.  And they showed me that the giver really understood me, and that's not easy! So here goes, and share some of your best gifts with me in the comments section as well-k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. A vase of hand picked rocks and shells (*sigh* that one got to me, I still have it in fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. A handcrafted necklace on a gold chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Coupons to Wendy's. (I sooo adore my Wendy's burgers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. A potted violet he grew himself. (But I killed it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. A "secret box" with the key to his heart inside. (I still have the box, lost the key!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. A collection of love letters his parents had sent one another (Never did figure out that one.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. A CD of all my favorite (cheezy) Top 40 picks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. A handmade card and a bag of skittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Asti Spumante and Chambord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Hot, very dirrrrty sex!  (Then he ran me a bubble bath and left me alone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113985724202220221?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113985724202220221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113985724202220221&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113985724202220221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113985724202220221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/re-tomorrows-corporate-holiday.html' title='RE: Tomorrow&apos;s Corporate Holiday'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113978173425691892</id><published>2006-02-12T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:02:14.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons we all should love Thomcat (and do!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hehe, I have an eeeevil streak in me  today, so I thought I'd further embarrass my Blog God, Thom! Here are 5 of the top reasons I love Thom-which also happen to be the top 5 reasons you should love him too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. He makes me wiggle in my desk chair when I read his blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Sarcasm anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. My clients think I am crazy 'cause I spend all day laughing insanely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. He fixed this POS Blog of mine so now it looks cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Ummmm...well, he's FRIGGIN' HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's more I could say but by now he is probably 15 shades of red and pink...so I think I'll stop here!  Happy Sunday Thom dearest...Luv U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113978173425691892?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113978173425691892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113978173425691892&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113978173425691892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113978173425691892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-we-all-should-love-thomcat-and.html' title='reasons we all should love Thomcat (and do!)'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113974280874865140</id><published>2006-02-12T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:13:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I Love My Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahhh, I am so in love with my computer! It keeps me warm on cold nights, keeps me company when I am having my monthly, Provides me with laughter and wit....  I love my computer because aside from the occassional freeze up it: doesn't give me any shit, keeps right on no matter how hard I work it, and always has good manners. It aploogizes to me when it does something dumb, phrases questions perfectly, and is always nice enough not to ask me stuff I would rather not answer.  However there are a few people out there who make my computer even more special...they are the best of the best, and the reason my sorry ass is here at almost 6am on a Sunday.  In &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no particular order&lt;/span&gt;, here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;InZen    (Meow.....Thanks for Saturday night/Sunday Morning...love the voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;J.    (Wherefore Art Thou?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thomcat   (U R A God...and I believe I have brown on my nose!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Coacharob  (Always there to make me cool off the hot pants!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everything Nice     (Name says it all..and SMART too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bethany      (Mad love for you sis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tequila Guy  (My Cyber-crush! *kisses*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Big D   (You should just Kill Mongoose ya' know....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lime   (Made me pee when I read the sick kid post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Snavy   (Goddamnit I said Sharks are fine, but Turtles would have been nice too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Logo   (U are a total nut job, that's why I love you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bsoholic   (The story is awesome....I am a faithful reader now!)&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And FYI there is a quiz somewhere down below...Take It and  Have Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113974280874865140?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113974280874865140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113974280874865140&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113974280874865140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113974280874865140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-i-love-my-computer.html' title='Reasons I Love My Computer'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113971217249083573</id><published>2006-02-11T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:29:51.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLYSHIT!!! TELL ME HE DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I officially have a cyber-stalker! This guy from NYC found me on my dating site and keeps ending me naked pics! Now, please note these are naked pics, not "nekkid" pics-and while his body is smokin' hot and he has a rather amazing schlong...his face is somewhat, unfortunate. But it's cyber-sex right, so who cares I'll just give him a new face! That worked well the first few times we chatted then he said, swear to God, "I am IN love with you." My first thought was something like NOHEFUCKINDIDN'T! Then I decided to just ignore the whole thing. That's when the e-cards started showing up. I now have 6 cards in less than 48 hours, all of them more desperate than the last. Now I must admit I like to cyber-In fact I am rather great at it, but this is just too much!! Someone get to NYC and stop this poor man before he makes more of an ass of himself, please! Just don't tell him I sent you-and for the love of all that is holy don't tell him where I live! Cyber-stalking is creepy enough, I don't need him on my doorstep with a Hallmark store in tow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113971217249083573?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113971217249083573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113971217249083573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113971217249083573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113971217249083573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/holyshit-tell-me-he-didnt-say-that.html' title='HOLYSHIT!!! TELL ME HE DIDN&apos;T SAY THAT!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113969873176916980</id><published>2006-02-11T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:58:51.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Some Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, As some of you may have noticed, my blog is looking much better. There are links, a HNT button, and a cute phrase rather than just, "comments." No way in hell did I pull this off on my own!  Thanks Thomcat, for putting down the guitar and the Saturday beer long enough to hook me up! I owe you one so... How should I remit payment?!  Get back to me on that, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113969873176916980?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113969873176916980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113969873176916980&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113969873176916980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113969873176916980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/showing-some-love.html' title='Showing Some Love'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113969213889521760</id><published>2006-02-11T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:08:58.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Someone Explain This...PLEASE?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need help with something. I was IMing JG today and of course he is treating me like I am a whore, which I sooo don't deserve. I can appreciate, to a certain extent, where he is coming from though. This is what bothers me...I have been posting all about J and JG for as long as I have known them. I met J. First and we had plans together which were discussed here. Somehow JG either didn't see those posts or he chose to disregard them-I am not sure which. Now he is feeling betrayed because I did something I had told all of you I was going to do. Maybe I am just an idiot, but that seems like rather convoluted logic to me. So my question is this. Can anyone out there explain to me why he feels like I have done something so horribly wrong when all I think I did was follow through with my plans? I'd really like to be able to understand.  And can I just say...Men, sheeeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113969213889521760?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113969213889521760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113969213889521760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113969213889521760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113969213889521760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-someone-explain-thisplease.html' title='Can Someone Explain This...PLEASE?!!!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113963603736619897</id><published>2006-02-11T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:33:57.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Questions to Combat the Monday Blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, everybody, play along with me here! I have &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11 EASY questions&lt;/span&gt; to get your brains moving along at a less sluggish pace.  I know it's Monday and we are all worn out but do the best you can, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; How many times did you throw up this weekend?  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(None so far, but I am writing this on Sat. morning so there's a ways to go yet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; What is Your Favorite sexual position? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (Cowgirl. Giddyap men!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Worst thing you ever swallowed by accident. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Dip Spit!!!!! Ewwwwww.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  If you were a candy bar you'd be a...Why? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Take 5, 'cause that's what you want to do after going a round or two with me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;  Dumbest thing you ever did.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Got married at 18, dumb dumb dumb..so dumb!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;  Best mixer for Vodka?  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Straight up, icy cold, Thanks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;  Casual Sex or Committed Relationship? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Both please! Hey, It's MY quiz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;  Favorite song right now?  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;("Closer" by NIN...it's such a great fuck song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;  What do you do when "sorry" isn't enough?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (Kick thier stubbornn ass  to the curb, Bye JG!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;  Cyber-sex anyone? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;( Only on days that end in "Y"!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;  Best beer ever?  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Love my Red Stripe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113963603736619897?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113963603736619897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113963603736619897&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113963603736619897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113963603736619897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/11-questions-to-combat-monday-blahs.html' title='11 Questions to Combat the Monday Blahs'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113963482612680905</id><published>2006-02-10T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:13:46.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or maybe not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have the warm fuzzies right now from all the love you guys threw me since I started my monthly at such an inopportune moment.  It's nice to know even in this rather anonymous environment people still give enough of a flying fuck to wish me well.  I have to say though that all was not lost.  Let's hear it for TequilaGuy!  He stepped up to the plate and cyber'd my blues away. (My, Gawd I may be blushing!)  I am randier than most individuals, so even Flo can't keep me down for long, but still the lack of contact sucks. TequilaGuy IM'd me...yes, by the way that WAS a real IM address Em so I hope you take good notes....and we commenced to chatting. I had him laughing pretty hard, I tend to be hilarious when I am stuck in my head all day and an actual person interacts with me suddenly.  Anyway...I am rambling here.  We got it on pretty hot and heavy and I am pleased to say that I am no longer a writhing, wriggling knot of unfullfilled need.  I am in fact, quite relaxed and am enjoying a much needed cigarette at this moment.  So, fellow bloggers, welcome TequilaGuy to the club! He has completed my initiation process so it's you turn to do with him what you will...just don't hurt him!! I might want to talk to him again REAL soon...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113963482612680905?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113963482612680905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113963482612680905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113963482612680905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113963482612680905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/or-maybe-not.html' title='Or maybe not...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113959236403994093</id><published>2006-02-10T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:26:04.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Damn, Shit Fuck..FUUUUUCK!  So, I had a hot date set up for tonight. We are talking dinner, drinks, a jaccuzzi. So what happens? "Aunt Flo" pops in for a visit...4 Fuckin' days ahead of schedule! Now, I know some guys out there don't mind, but I hate sex when I am raggin'. It's messy, sloppy, and I don't have the privilege of receiving oral, which I love ohhh sooooo much!  And as one of my chat faithful pointed out...it makes the guy look like he just had a meeting with Freddy Krueger-which is not only horrifying, but very very disgusting!  So, it looks like it's the couch, TV, and a heating pad for me. Sometimes, I hate being a woman...I swear I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113959236403994093?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113959236403994093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113959236403994093&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113959236403994093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113959236403994093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-goes-weekend.html' title='There Goes the Weekend!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113955334165722008</id><published>2006-02-10T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:35:41.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You haunt my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Close enough to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Still out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I call out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Smile that secret smile you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(the one that makes me almost believe in a God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then you are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Twin spots of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fall to the pillowcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Small and shiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A fraction of the ones I cried before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But above all you were my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I miss your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You are always with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113955334165722008?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113955334165722008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113955334165722008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113955334165722008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113955334165722008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-my-head.html' title='In my head'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113954645913584132</id><published>2006-02-09T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:40:59.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, for the stuff I like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, You all know now the things I don't like, Here's the list of stuff I do like..In no particular order if you can call rambling on an order at all!  I like: Godiva chocolates, curling up in a bubble bath with a good book, MY SON, my sister and her stud-muffin,  My cast of characters: Ash, Randido, John, Lil T, Joshu, Thom, KJ, Big Mike, Ari, Libra, Sesamie, Shaggadelic, Joey, Jonah, Lee, Chef, AJ and the crew at The Brick Alley (you guys are the best!), conversation, honest people, strong women, nice lipsassfacehairbody on my guys, smart people, genuine people, my eyes- but I hate the rest of me! My cats who always know when mom needs to be loved, football, soccer, basketball, kickboxing, Kenneth Cole "Black" perfume, daisies, my tongue ring, my tattoos (I have three), NIN, Alice In  Chains, getting stuff for free, being lazy on cold rainy days, bonfires, laughing (I do it in my sleep and wake myself up), comfy shoes, jeans and t-shirts, skinny dipping, Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream, and being who I am even when that pisses other people off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113954645913584132?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113954645913584132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113954645913584132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954645913584132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954645913584132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-now-for-stuff-i-like.html' title='And now, for the stuff I like...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113954455018144477</id><published>2006-02-09T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:09:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/640/LaurelEyes2_001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/200/LaurelEyes2_001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepers Creepers... Do you see my Peepers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113954455018144477?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113954455018144477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113954455018144477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954455018144477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954455018144477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/jeepers-creepers.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113954272422549595</id><published>2006-02-09T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:38:44.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I MADE A MESS OF THINGS... AS USUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You all remember JG right? He is the hot, successful, smart as hell guy from North Carolina I was supposed to meet Monday night in Louisville. Well, some things came up with the now ex LTR and I neded to be there for him. Needless to say I didn't make it to meet JG, although he did know I wasn't coming. Now, in his professional life JG stays extremely busy. NYC one day, then KY, then all over TN. Point is, he can be a hard guy to catch up with and talk to. I was missing him because we hadn't had a truly meaningful chat in more than a week. I waited and waited while he finished up work for the day, then we started to talk. One of the first questions was whether there was anything new here. Now, I could have said no, hoped he hadn't already looked, and deleted the blog to bits. But, being the honest gal I like to think of myself as I simply advised him that I didn't think he should read it. Naturally he wanted to know why. So I told him I went out with J. and that we slept together. That didn't go over so well; in fact he was pretty pissed. Well, pissed is probably not the best description, more like REALLY hurt. Now, for those handful of readers out there who know me &lt;strong&gt;I HATE HURTING ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt;! I am not the kind of girl who gets off on fucking with people or playing with someone's emotions. So, right now I feel like 5 pounds of Grade A shit. I have apologized, but I know that isn't going to fix this. And to be honest, JG deserves someone better than me anyway; but still it hurts. Not because he will likely never talk to me again, but because I hurt him deeply and I hate knowing how he thinks of me now. And because I feel like an idiot for making him feel unimportant! Did you follow all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So JG if you read this know that I never meant to hurt you. I think you are really a great guy and would like to see if this isn't something we can fix; and if it isn't then I guess that's how it has to be. Maybe I am dumb but I honestly didn't know you were that into me, guess I missed the signs big time didn't I? Well, you know how to find me, and if you give me the chance I will make it up to you-somehow. All the best regardless of how this turns out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113954272422549595?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113954272422549595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113954272422549595&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954272422549595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113954272422549595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-made-mess-of-things-as-usual.html' title='SO I MADE A MESS OF THINGS... AS USUAL'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113945502570705265</id><published>2006-02-08T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:17:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect excuse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am very brave generally, only today I happen to have a headache."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tweedledum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113945502570705265?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113945502570705265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113945502570705265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113945502570705265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113945502570705265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-excuse.html' title='The perfect excuse...'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113945036560479857</id><published>2006-02-08T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:59:25.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...I'll talk about me now. (Blah, blah, blah...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  Where to start?  I am 29, divorced 9 years and the mother of one incredible son.  My child is my pride and joy, and the reason I get out of bed most days.  I have never had very good luck in relationships, it seems there is something about me that encourages infidelity.  I say this because with the exception of one guy every single person I have dated seriously, or in one case married, has cheated on me.  You would think I would hate men by now, but rather than take out my frustration on the entire gender I try to keep my past experiences in the past.  After all, the men in my life now didn't do anything, so why should I take it out on them?!  I try to be an optimist but some days that is a helluva a lot harder than you'd think. Ummmm.....I was adopted when I was 9 days old, and NO I don't feel like a part of me is missing.  I have a sister who is one awesome chica and I adore her beyond words.  She keeps me sane and puts things in perspective when I need it most, she is also my biggest supporter and number one fan.  I also have a whole host of "chat buddies," some better than others-and you know who you are. They fill my days with music and laughter and deep thoughts and don't let me take myself too seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Stuff I hate&lt;/strong&gt;: posers, people who dumb themselves down to fit in with a crowd, cotton balls (yes, they terrify me!), racists, child abusers, two-faced folk, country music, bourbon, bad sex, liars, cheaters, manipulative people, being late for anything, control freaks, brussel sprouts, "date movies", traffic, boy bands, teen pop singers, licorice, sand in my ass crack, living where I do, crappy books, materialism and throwing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113945036560479857?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113945036560479857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113945036560479857&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113945036560479857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113945036560479857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/okill-talk-about-me-now-blah-blah-blah.html' title='OK...I&apos;ll talk about me now. (Blah, blah, blah...)'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113933770445712627</id><published>2006-02-07T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:41:44.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More flowers, My weakness!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/1024/Laurel%20Pictures.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/320/Laurel%20Pictures.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113933770445712627?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113933770445712627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113933770445712627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933770445712627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933770445712627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-flowers-my-weakness.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113933243431435170</id><published>2006-02-07T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:13:54.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Should Have Reminded Me I'd Feel Like This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good Afternoon to all! I just wanted to share my pain with all my readers out there.... I am soooo sore today! Every muscle in my entire body aches, and all my nerve endings feel raw. &lt;strong&gt;Damn but he's great!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I have teeth marks on my neck and earlobes, a bruise inside my lower lip...and yet I cannot wait to do it all over again! I need a masseuse and some painkillers...anybody out there want to hook me up with either of those just let me know! I will be back when my body starts to function normallly again--if it ever does. I may just be broken beyond repair this time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113933243431435170?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113933243431435170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113933243431435170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933243431435170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933243431435170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-should-have-reminded-me-id.html' title='Someone Should Have Reminded Me I&apos;d Feel Like This!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113933190536688790</id><published>2006-02-07T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:05:05.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/320/laurel%20pix.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/200/laurel%20pix.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113933190536688790?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113933190536688790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113933190536688790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933190536688790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113933190536688790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113927385928181717</id><published>2006-02-06T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:57:39.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Mmmm GREAT (PART TWO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; So, here I am in Starbucks with the best looking man in Cincinnati. Sipping our coffee, laughing about the silliest things, and finishing one another's sentences. Leaned into one another over the little table with our fingers entwined and all I can think is...I have to go soon, and I may not see him again. See, J is moving to Arizona here soon, and I don't know how we'll manage to hook up when he is gone. Even worse is the fact that I don't want him to be gone; somehow he managed to get to me even though it was the last thing I expected. Eventually coffee was done, and we had to head back. Bleary eyed and fuzzy headed we staggered into the room and collapsed on the bed. A few kisses and then we had to try to sleep a little. Snuggled up next to J with my head pillowed on his shoulder and his arm around me I found myself restless. I didn't want to waste what time we had left with dreams...I wanted to be with him. The rhythm of his breathing and the look on his face, so relaxed and innocent in sleep, soon had me following him into dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  The radio alarm goes off a few times, the phone rings twice (thanx guys!) and then finally we were alone for that last hour. I cannot say for certain if J felt what I did, but I was so completely into him, into us, that I just let myself go completely. I held none of myself back yet I urged him to take even more. He complied with my request and when I felt him shiver behind me I knew a bliss that I had only heard about before. Our time together was done. All at once I was exhilarated, exhausted,and bereft. I did not want to have to say goodbye to him and to the feelings he stirred inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We parted ways with a gentle kiss and a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  J, I hope you know how wonderful and unique I think you are, and I hope we can stay in touch. You are one hell of a great thing and I am glad to have found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  I hope we'll meet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113927385928181717?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113927385928181717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113927385928181717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113927385928181717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113927385928181717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm-mmmm-great-part-two.html' title='Mmmm Mmmm GREAT (PART TWO)'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113927197934305841</id><published>2006-02-06T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:26:19.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Mmmmm GREAT!--PART ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome back, it's late Monday afternoon and I am struggling as I write this. I know for a fact now that 30 minutes of sleep is just not enough! I spent last night in Cincinnati with J. (For those friends of his out there that doubt I am talking about a guy you know and love...the J stems from a name in The Bible involving a man who was swallowed by a whale.) Anyway, I have to tell you, J is sooooo much hotter than his picture, and those were really hot. He has the sexiest smile, these amazing hazel eyes, and a killer body. He is, in a word, perfection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After spending over an hour in traffic, then getting lost, I finally met J in our hotel lobby. First impression....Breathless! He was stretched out on the lobby sofa, working on his laptop, and looking soooo delectable! We said "hi" and exchanged hugs then headed to the room so we could get more comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After opening and pouring us both some champagne J settled in on the couch, and I joined him. We chatted, laughed and got to know one another face to face. Finally, thankfully, he kissed me. J has the softest, warmest lips ever...I could have cheerfully drowned in him in that very instant and not even cared about breathing. He carried me over to the bed where things got hotter, boiling hot actually! Now, to respect his privacy-and because a girl has to have some secrets-all I'll say is it was the best, hottest, most intense sex I had ever had up to that point. I am getting goosebumps all over just thinking about it! J has some serious assets besides that mouth and those hands..and he uses them like no one else could! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After cooling down J and I got dressed and took a walk in Downtown Cincy so we could have a much needed cigarette. (Although I am sure I needed it more than he did!!) Hand in hand we walked along the freezing streets laughing and just basking in the glow of one another. I was so warm just being in his company that I didn't even mind the cold so much! We came across a guy who claimed to be hard up on his luck, so J gave him some cash...an act that melted even my heart. Then we went into the lounge to warm up and talk some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;J. is truly a great conversationalist. He is well read, articulate, and can talk about anything with depth, and if required, passion. We discussed philosophy, religion, metaphysics, politics-you name it. At times he had me completely enthralled and at other times I was laughing so hard I thought I might die. J. a very complex and insightful man, and I loved that about him. But, talking only goes so far...and we did have a big bed upstairs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So after another quick smoke we returned to the bedroom for more champagne, talking, and kissing. Believe it or not things this time were even more intense. He tied my hands down and made me insane, then finally I got to get a hold of him. Now, either I had a mild stroke or the pretty colors behind my eyes were solely the result of the things he was doing to me. Looking into his eyes while we made love I felt so connected to him, and then I just fell away from myself and INTO him completely. Never have I felt such intensity! My whole body was literally vibrating with the force of my orgasms! My shoulders, ears, wrists, and neck were hot where he had bitten me, a fact which made me even hotter for him. Lying curled up next to him- and listening to his heartbeat- I felt very small, and secure, all of a sudden. In fact I was downright mushy-if you can believe that! J. and I talked some more and tried to go to sleep, but we were both too keyed up. We got up and showered together, got dressed, and headed for Starbucks to get some go go juice in our systems.&lt;/span&gt; (Continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113927197934305841?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113927197934305841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113927197934305841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113927197934305841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113927197934305841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm-mmmmm-great-part-one.html' title='Mmmm Mmmmm GREAT!--PART ONE'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113900620530089633</id><published>2006-02-03T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:36:45.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank God it's Friday! That means only 48 hours to go until I get to see J and find out if he's all he claims to be!  I am taking off for the weekend, but I'll be back on Monday to fill you in!  (Special shout out to a certain "Mr. Cat"-thanks for the smokin' hot pictures...don't worry, I'll keep them all to myself! ;) )  Talk at you guys on Monday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss (not so) Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113900620530089633?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113900620530089633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113900620530089633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113900620530089633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113900620530089633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113894254797561690</id><published>2006-02-02T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:55:47.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the ways you can get to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/320/Water%20lilies.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/289/9685/200/Water%20lilies.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113894254797561690?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113894254797561690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113894254797561690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113894254797561690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113894254797561690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-of-ways-you-can-get-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113893976333734974</id><published>2006-02-02T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:09:23.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nymphomaniac-adj.- from the latin words nymphae (inner lips of vulva) and mania. A woman possessing excessive sexual desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113893976333734974?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113893976333734974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113893976333734974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113893976333734974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113893976333734974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-me.html' title='who me...?'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113890877198028453</id><published>2006-02-02T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:32:51.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Returns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Men...can't live with them, can't have phenomenal sex without them. (Unless you are into the same-sex thing, which I am obviously not.) So, J returns from the cosmos! Wanna know his excuse for leaving me high and not-so-dry the last couple of days? He was car shopping!!! Now, only men would find this a suitable excuse, but I forgive them their lack of judgment...I hear testosterone warps the brain so may be it's not entirely their fault! He IM'd me late last night and we chatted for a bit, got hot and bothered, then he left me so he could take a phone call! How's that for ya'?! He did redeem himself by chatting with me bright and early this afternoon....So I may have to put him back on the "Good Boy" list after all. Anyway, just wanted to let you know J's been found and things are moving along from there. Stay Tuned.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113890877198028453?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113890877198028453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113890877198028453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113890877198028453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113890877198028453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/j-returns.html' title='J. Returns!'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113890280545088629</id><published>2006-02-02T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:53:25.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING QUESTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;How many different men can I have sex with on consecutive days before I am too slutty for even my own self?  Let me know what you think the highest number I can go is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113890280545088629?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113890280545088629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113890280545088629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113890280545088629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113890280545088629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/burning-question.html' title='BURNING QUESTION'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113885718937504568</id><published>2006-02-02T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:13:09.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo hot, soooo wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a shout out to JG...thanks for last night! You rock my world, now let's get together and rock the bed a little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113885718937504568?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113885718937504568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113885718937504568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113885718937504568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113885718937504568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/soooo-hot-soooo-wet.html' title='soooo hot, soooo wet'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113885540082730530</id><published>2006-02-01T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:43:20.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP THOUGHT OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113885540082730530?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113885540082730530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113885540082730530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113885540082730530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113885540082730530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/deep-thought-of-day.html' title='DEEP THOUGHT OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113884371944407848</id><published>2006-02-01T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:28:39.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A BLOG YOU CAN SINK YOUR TEETH INTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey fellow bloggers!  Check out Thom and his band of merry men (and women) at the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thomsdesk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://thomsdesk.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  You won't regret it; Thom's site has it all- humor, sadness, sex, and great writing! Check it out and let Thom Cat know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113884371944407848?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113884371944407848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113884371944407848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113884371944407848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113884371944407848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-you-can-sink-your-teeth-into.html' title='A BLOG YOU CAN SINK YOUR TEETH INTO'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113884217271342237</id><published>2006-02-01T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:06:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Innocent Sounds Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For cryin' out f*ckin' loud!!!! Can someone please explain to me why it is that if u like sex, and are female you are labeled a whore? Big deal, I LIKE DICK!! I like everything about it. The smell, the various sizes, the shape. I like 'em big and small, soft and hard, wrinkled and smooth. I'm not picky as long as you know how to use it! (lol) But I hate, hate, hate those select few asshole out there who assume (incorrectly) that because I am sexually adventurous, and will speak my mind that I am a disease filled whore. Hey guys, move into the present century already...It's 2006, not 1906...and women like me are here to stay. If that scares you, run home and hide behind your mother's skirts...but don't knock me 'til you've tried me. Not that you'll ever get that lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113884217271342237?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113884217271342237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113884217271342237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113884217271342237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113884217271342237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/miss-innocent-sounds-off.html' title='Miss Innocent Sounds Off'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113883432290376455</id><published>2006-02-01T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:52:02.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I changed some info so that you could share this blog with all you know and love.  Names have been deleted or abbreviated to protect the not-so-innocent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113883432290376455?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113883432290376455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113883432290376455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113883432290376455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113883432290376455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-sister.html' title='to my sister'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113882684687100830</id><published>2006-02-01T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:47:26.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruminating on JG</title><content type='html'>Sitting here chained to my pc&lt;br /&gt;bound solely by the allure of your words.&lt;br /&gt;U tell me your gonna&lt;br /&gt;fuck me&lt;br /&gt;suck me&lt;br /&gt;ride me hard-&lt;br /&gt;Make me scream&lt;br /&gt;and beg for more-&lt;br /&gt;tie me down&lt;br /&gt;spank me&lt;br /&gt;pull my hair&lt;br /&gt;bite me&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget just who I am&lt;br /&gt;in those few seconds before I cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only question is this-&lt;br /&gt;Promise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113882684687100830?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113882684687100830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113882684687100830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113882684687100830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113882684687100830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/ruminating-on-jg.html' title='Ruminating on JG'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113882303594828446</id><published>2006-02-01T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:43:55.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More about JG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot hot hot!!!! I am back for the second time today 'cause I had to share with you more about JG. This guy is smokin' hot!  He is gorgeous, and sexy, and I can hardly wait to get my hands on him.  I have decided I am going to go meet him in a nearby city on Monday.  He is coming to town for business, then we are gonna take care of some business of our own!  If even half of what he has planned happens I have a feeling I may be walking funny for a few days afterwards! And if he tells me one more time about how he's gonna f*ck me from behind I may just melt into a puddle of goo right here at my desk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  So, okay-maybe all this &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make me a little slutty...but why should that be anyone's business but mine?  I am a grown woman, it's my body, and if I want a virtual stranger to f*ck the daylights outta me then that's my choice!  Just so long as we are clear here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  I like sex, no I LOVE SEX, and I am not ashamed to be sexually agressive or to take what I want.  If I feel like letting you have your way with me...Well, lucky you!  Not everyone gets that opportunity. As for JG....he knows exactly what he'll be getting, and he knows I'm a little slutty.  And you know what?  That suits him just fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113882303594828446?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113882303594828446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113882303594828446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113882303594828446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113882303594828446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-about-jg.html' title='More about JG'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113881385957456411</id><published>2006-02-01T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:12:22.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Innocent's Wierd World: 01/01/2006 - 01/31/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_missnoscents_archive.html"&gt;Miss Innocent's Wierd World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 01/2006&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the hell that is my office again-with only the computer to keep me warm. Spent some more time online last night and met a couple of interesting characters! First there was the Poet who does things with the printed word that should be illegal! After reading his latest works and chatting for a bit we moved on to some heavy-duty cellular sex. Whew...that was so not what I expected! As if that experience wasn't enough I just happened across another hottie, also a "J" but we can call him J.G.-he got me soooo worked up! This one wants to get together Monday-what's a girl to do?!&lt;br /&gt;My other J-the subject of 01/31's post- vanished into the void yesterday.... I finally heard from him 2 day, it seems he got caught up and wasn't available to chat with me! His loss, right? 'Cause I am a fast learner and I am getting really good at this cyber sex stuff!!! In fact, I am getting sooo good I may have to quit this crappy job and get a new career! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that while I want to be dominated in the bedroom I love the sense of power I get when I am chatting! I never was one for head games, but that's pretty much what cybering is-right? A head game of the highest order! I 'll be the first to admit though, the control is the biggest turn-on of all. Knowing that somewhere a guy is on the other side of a computer screen going bonkers over what you are typing...? C'mon ladies- you know as well as I do it doesn't get any better than that!&lt;br /&gt;So, men of my world be warned!! I am here and my fingers are flying across the keyboard in search of a good time. And if I happen to come face to face with any of you one day...It's gonna be WILD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113881385957456411?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113881385957456411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113881385957456411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113881385957456411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113881385957456411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/02/miss-innocents-wierd-world-01012006.html' title='Miss Innocent&apos;s Wierd World: 01/01/2006 - 01/31/2006'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21770019.post-113873732123897301</id><published>2006-01-31T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:55:21.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom creeps in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;January 31,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am sitting here in my so called office doing my so called job. Basically that means working on this post and staring out the window.  I have some serious stuff on my mind though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have this fantastic boyfriend, he has been in my life since I was 9. We have been dating for 3 yrs. and lived together until a couple of months ago.  He is pretty wonderful and I am probably lucky to have him but lately he bores me.  It's not anyhting in particular...I just find myself more and more annoyed at the routine we always seem to follow.  So I am thinking about him the other day, and about how bored I am and how stagnant our relationship has become and I say to myself, "self, u gotta do something here! U are not getting any younger and time is a wastin'!" So I set up an acct. on one of those singles websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;---For those of you who have never logged on to a singles site...BEWARE, it is the black hole of dating. You will get sucked in and may not come out of it the same person at all!!-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Within the first couple of hours I was chatting with all these hotties!  But there was one guy in particular who really caught my eye.  He knows who he is, but for you at home we'll call him J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;J. is soooo funny, and smart, and just really interesting.  It became apparent rather quickly that we were gonna have lots of fun 2gether in the chat room!  J. got me worked up like nobody had in a loooong time, and like no one ever has online!  In fact, I hardly knew what to do with myself! My knees were rubber, my heart was racing, and I was sweating like a whore in church!  I tell ya', that man knows how to turn a phrase-that's for sure!!  So anyway, I log offline and head to Lexington to my boyfriend's for the weekend; only now my eyes were seeing things in a whole new light....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  I spent the weekend trying to get J. off my mind, but he just wouldn't go away! (Maybe 'cause i didn't REALLY want him to.)  So late Sunday I made up my mind that if J. and I got each other so worked up we should probably meet.  Then Monday happened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Jeez....Monday was a real eye opener for moi!  After racing around to get pix taken so I could finally let J. see what I looked like we got down to some intense chat!  Never in my life have I wanted something as much as I wanted him.  He was soooo sexy, and he pushed ALL my buttons.  I never knew I could have an orgasm without being touched, but J. managed to do it to me-in a big way!!!  SO now we r planning to get 2gether this Sunday and have our fantasies realized!!  My question for all you readers is this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Am I a Whore 'cause I want to feel sexy, and wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me know! More on this situation as it develops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miss Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21770019-113873732123897301?l=missnoscents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/feeds/113873732123897301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21770019&amp;postID=113873732123897301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113873732123897301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21770019/posts/default/113873732123897301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnoscents.blogspot.com/2006/01/boredom-creeps-in.html' title='Boredom creeps in'/><author><name>Miss Innocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00060968469842406062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/calescoolmom/958b262b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
