<?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-1998312412267220980</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:20:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lady slipper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5500651765664718903</id><published>2009-11-14T21:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:16:39.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for ladies?</title><content type='html'>Do you do the dishes barefoot, or socks, or slippers, or shoes on?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Question for ladies?&lt;br&gt;I do everything barefoot.&lt;br&gt;Reply:depends how clean or dirty the floor is..if i have to choose..barefooted!&lt;br&gt;Reply:barefoot&lt;br&gt;Reply:barefoot&lt;br&gt;Reply:My bf does them&lt;br&gt;Reply:it depends on the time of day&lt;br&gt;Reply:does it matter i think i have done them in all the above&lt;br&gt;Reply:I just put them in the dishwasher !  Never wear shoes in the house, so it can be either barefoot, socks or slippers !&lt;br&gt;Reply:Usually shoes, but it does vary.&lt;br&gt;Reply:do you have a foot fetish?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Usually with shoes on, why?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Slippers,&lt;br&gt;Reply:Screw that. I don't do the dishes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Usually barefoot. :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Barefoot. I like the soap suds running down my legs and touching my toes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:barefoot, always barefoot at home&lt;br&gt;Reply:i leave dishes for the ole man, but i do wear my slippers while i watch him&lt;br&gt;Reply:I do the dishes in my fuzzy pink slippers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2gordon.blogspot.com/&gt;gordon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5500651765664718903?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5500651765664718903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-ladies_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5500651765664718903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5500651765664718903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-ladies_14.html' title='Question for ladies?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6672474383857991849</id><published>2009-11-14T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:16:24.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention ladies.  tips needed on finding a life partner.?</title><content type='html'>male, forty, single. is there any hope or should i put on the slippers and smoking jacket and accept my fate gracefully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Attention ladies.  tips needed on finding a life partner.?&lt;br&gt;Die old and be bored all your life sounds realy good, why would you want that. Get back out there and find some1 that needs you and have fun finding the perfect person!&lt;br&gt;Reply:just go along with you life how your comfortable.... im sure you have your own wonderful points.... there is a womderful lady out there looking for a partner just like you.... she may not be what you want  but she will be what you need your one true love is out there dont give up.. never give up on love there is always some one... you could meet her while your buying your dinner you never ever know good luck... stay positive and if puttin on ur slippers and smoking is wat you enjoy you go do it!! just relax good things come to those who wait... best of luck haha woop im smart for a 17 yr old or maybe just in denial LOL but positive mWa&lt;br&gt;Reply:THERE IS HOPE. Don't give up - perhaps you're looking in the wrong place? Try another country (or continent even) - No, I'm not kidding!!! A lot of men seem to prefer Asian women.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could also try meeting Eastern Europeans (different culture - women are a lot more mellow and kind, and a lot less fickle  than Western women.) - sorry ladies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF SCAM ARTISTS though - women who are just looking for a way out of poverty and into your wallet!! But if you find a genuine one, you'll be very (pleasantly) surprised...&lt;br&gt;Reply:no way! there is someone for everyone, just takes people longer than find their perfect person than others... I know its a really irritating cliche but when you don't look for it, you will find your perfect person. good luck sweetie : ) xx&lt;br&gt;Reply:Awe don't give up! theres plenty of people out there. I believe that theres someone out there for everybody.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hmmm what's the catch...why are you forty and single? Just got out of a bad relationship or have you been single for a while? If you've been single for a while maybe you need to change up ur behavior...cant say much more without details.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6672474383857991849?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6672474383857991849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-ladies-tips-needed-on-finding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6672474383857991849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6672474383857991849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-ladies-tips-needed-on-finding.html' title='Attention ladies.  tips needed on finding a life partner.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1448323960633704440</id><published>2009-11-14T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:16:10.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies..What do you think of these flats?</title><content type='html'>http://californiacity.olx.com/women-s-sl...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies..What do you think of these flats?&lt;br&gt;Sorry but I would prob not get those. Especially not for that much...sorry, I think they are ugly...&lt;br&gt;Reply:UUGGGLLLYYYYY!!!!!.....sorry&lt;br&gt;Reply:barf worthy&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1448323960633704440?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1448323960633704440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladieswhat-do-you-think-of-these-flats_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1448323960633704440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1448323960633704440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladieswhat-do-you-think-of-these-flats_14.html' title='Ladies..What do you think of these flats?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7913972980743563539</id><published>2009-11-14T21:15:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:15:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies..what do you think of these flats?</title><content type='html'>http://californiacity.olx.com/women-s-sl...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies..what do you think of these flats?&lt;br&gt;ohh! Those are cuteeee, very different pattern&lt;br&gt;Reply:Mmm.. To me, they look like a pair of rich man's slippers....&lt;br&gt;Reply:I don't really like them. Not my style. But if you like them, you should just go for it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:wow... these gave me a very weird mental picture... an old man sitting in a big comfy old arm chair wearing these shoes as slippers along with a robe smoking a cigar with his dentures sitting in a cup on the table next to him&lt;br&gt;Reply:1 How old are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What's your style?&lt;br&gt;Reply:please do everyone a favor and get yourself some f me shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7913972980743563539?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7913972980743563539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladieswhat-do-you-think-of-these-flats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7913972980743563539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7913972980743563539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladieswhat-do-you-think-of-these-flats.html' title='Ladies..what do you think of these flats?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7371321978012258041</id><published>2009-11-14T21:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:15:34.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies (and/or men) how many pairs of shoes are in the trunk of your car?</title><content type='html'>Right now I have.....gym shoes, 2 pairs of flats (brown and black...for when I have to go the the ghetto and may need to run for my life), some slippers, some pumps (to go with a back up suit for when I'm asked to go to court at a moments notice) and several flip flops for gym shower rooms, the beach, and pretty much anywhere else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies (and/or men) how many pairs of shoes are in the trunk of your car?&lt;br&gt;I have one pair of baseball cleats, one pair of worn dirty work boots and one pair of sneakers.( also worn and dirty)&lt;br&gt;Reply:none&lt;br&gt;Reply:None&lt;br&gt;Reply:none&lt;br&gt;Reply:none, cuz i keep mine in the shoe cupboard&lt;br&gt;Reply:I have an SUV, so I don't really have a 'trunk'.  But I did have an old pair of flip-flops back there for a long time-- not sure how they got there, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://hiking-boots-reviews.blogspot.com/&gt;hiking boots reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7371321978012258041?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7371321978012258041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-andor-men-how-many-pairs-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7371321978012258041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7371321978012258041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-andor-men-how-many-pairs-of.html' title='Ladies (and/or men) how many pairs of shoes are in the trunk of your car?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-9075916318617418070</id><published>2009-11-14T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:15:18.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies would you wear your cotton summer dress tomorrow....?</title><content type='html'>with the open sandal slippers. Grassy really loves that look&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies would you wear your cotton summer dress tomorrow....?&lt;br&gt;sure if you promise we will have a nice little picnic !&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hmmm, Grassy, anything for you babe.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Delia, get up!!!**&lt;br&gt;Reply:As long as it gets warmer(It's only 25 degrees where I live)&lt;br&gt;Reply:If the weather warms up, sure.&lt;br&gt;Reply:no ..I wore that Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i hain't no lady but if it helps, i'll do it for you&lt;br&gt;Reply:it 20 degrees here in chicago so no i wouldn't but in the house for sure.&lt;br&gt;Reply:why not...&lt;br&gt;Reply:sorry Grassy but its freezing here so if I do wear that its for indoor use only..&lt;br&gt;Reply:if I was a lady I would not because of the 28 degrees weather here right now&lt;br&gt;Reply:I will just for you, Grassy baby!&lt;br&gt;Reply:It is too cold now...is it ok if i keep it till the summer?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Excellent&lt;br&gt;Reply:too cold man&lt;br&gt;Reply:The dress yes. But not those shoes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:but then what would I do with my latex klingon suit?&lt;br&gt;Reply:No but since you love the look feel free to borrow one of my dresses anytime sweetie!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ummmmmmmm...........NO...It is way toooooo cold for that here where I am. Plus I am a shorts and flip flops kinda' gal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-9075916318617418070?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9075916318617418070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-would-you-wear-your-cotton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9075916318617418070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9075916318617418070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-would-you-wear-your-cotton.html' title='Ladies would you wear your cotton summer dress tomorrow....?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2625540552477514335</id><published>2009-11-14T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:15:04.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, do you remember the days when women rolled down their stockings, and went out to the shops like that.?</title><content type='html'>What was all that about.  And why did they go about in tin curlers? But they did wear slippers to go to the shops???&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies, do you remember the days when women rolled down their stockings, and went out to the shops like that.?&lt;br&gt;Yes ,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they hand washed them with, loving care!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it would be forever, if you got a run!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No replacements!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless them all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They truly were amazing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so spoiled! It is actually sad!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm getting a visual!  Oh make it stop! ( ^ _ ^ ) I see why they stopped doing it!  Socially unacceptable!  Why they would do something like this in the first place beats me.  ( o _ 0 )&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sounds like Norah Batty, all over again ;)&lt;br&gt;Reply:No I can't remember that thankfully &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wow they did GOOD for them&lt;br&gt;Reply:I've seen this fashion phenomenon but I've never indulged in it.  I wonder if it will ever just be considered a fashion statement.&lt;br&gt;Reply:My grandmother rolled her stockings (cotton!!) down... she was born in 1895!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton can be very uncomfortable when the weather is warm, so the ladies, if they were at home... a true Lady never went out in PUBLIC with them rolled down!... would roll them down for comfort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curlers/slippers/pajamas (today!!) ... same thing... A true Lady never went out in public. PRIVATE remains behind closed doors.... period!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today, there are some women who go out in public in slippers, curlers and pajamas!!! I had one come to a JOB INTERVIEW with me in her PJs!!  Needless to say, she did NOT get the job!&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;br /&gt;Have a polite day.&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha ha ha yes brilliant hennie....... so whats wrong with me doing this minus the curlers of course that would be going to far !!!!  :)) xxx luv it x&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2625540552477514335?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2625540552477514335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-remember-days-when-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2625540552477514335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2625540552477514335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-remember-days-when-women.html' title='Ladies, do you remember the days when women rolled down their stockings, and went out to the shops like that.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-313339140648487719</id><published>2009-11-14T21:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:14:46.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies I Need your help!!! Please give me ideas?</title><content type='html'>I lost a bet to a group of girls at work and now I have to be their slave and do everything they say. Part of the bet was to ask yahoo what i should have to do for them. They said they want to be pampered and not lift a finger. They had ideas like foot massages, manicures and pedicures, put socks and slippers on their feet. They want to know exactly what you would make me do!! They want basically a spa treatment from me. To be fair i have to put that if i won the 3 of them would pamper me for the weekend. So what i have to do should be make them feel like princess for the weekend. They work hard and said they deserve a great weekend of pampering!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies I Need your help!!! Please give me ideas?&lt;br&gt;Hmmm...I think you should give them a spa treatment! Every girl likes being pampered once in awhile, especially after working so hard, so paint their nails, massage their backs and feet with lotions (if you want to, not everyone's into that kind of stuff), give them facials, the whole thing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll surely be a night they'll/you'll remember and they'll appreciate a relaxing weekend where they do not have to lift a finger ;)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I can't imagine what you would have bet on knowing that if you lost you'd have to give a foot massage at work! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been a doozie! Sorry for your loss, but now than you've been a gentleman and owned up to your part of the deal....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take deep breath....)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ready? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheee.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming this will happen at work, so, maybe a foot massage as long as the boss doesn't work weekends thats cool. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the boss? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinky... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheeee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of all the running around the office... do the smut work, make sure all the printers have plenty of paper and toner, etc. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks and slippers are nice.... a desk massage for the back and neck is nice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe make the lunch run and pick up something nice ... not that deli stuff... go to a nice restaurant and get something good. I hope you don't have to buy too, but if you do, remember.. sooner or later they'll lose the bet... and payback hurts.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Take them to a buffet and stuff them til they don't know whats what.  Its your best way out!&lt;br&gt;Reply:You just asked this question.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm guessing you're a sexual submissive who's trying to get women to say things that will get you off.  call a 900 number&lt;br&gt;Reply:Massages are always good. You could sing to them it would be good for a few laughs even for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wise you can cook them a nice dinner.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Aww! You poor thing! I hope the bet was worth it. I think you should serve them breakfast in bed and just get them what they need when they need it. (give you a little time to yourself)&lt;br&gt;Reply:id have to say the best way to pamper some one is to make them feel they are special , by just doing some thing that they dont get allthe time make them feel good by just going to the wal-mart buy some roses and set up something special for them such as maybe place it in a spot that is not clearly seem by every one so that way it will be a suprise to each of them when they find it along with it say some thing special to them so that they get a sense that you really mean it, then you could really make them feel good by making a nice dinner for them,im not really sure what it is your needing to know ,id have to say as a women they love to feel special and roses are always nice and make them feel like some one really cares,but what makes it the best is if they arent expecting it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck&lt;br&gt;Reply:STRAWBERRIES AND CHOCOLATE....... and massages&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-313339140648487719?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/313339140648487719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-i-need-your-help-please-give-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/313339140648487719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/313339140648487719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-i-need-your-help-please-give-me.html' title='Ladies I Need your help!!! Please give me ideas?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7166837563809427446</id><published>2009-11-14T21:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:14:28.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIES OF ANSWERS and men too if this question applies....Every year I collect &amp; save all the hair that is?</title><content type='html'>left in our comb....for years now I have made dandy sweaters for the family and i even crochted a sweater for my parakeet..and I have made potholders as well although they tend to catch fire!  Now i am looking to make slippers with the left over hair....does anyone have a pattern or even a suggestion as to how i should go about this endeveor?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;LADIES OF ANSWERS and men too if this question applies....Every year I collect %26amp; save all the hair that is?&lt;br&gt;I'm not crafty at all, but I can sure contribute to your hair collection. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog Muddy suggested I use his anti-shed shampoo to stop shedding-ya think it'll work??&lt;br&gt;Reply:thanks! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like yoooooooooou toooooooooooooo!                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:Make some britches for yourself and them take many pics for me.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Socks are the hardest thing to make.. try a scarf. It's much easier.  It would be cool if everyone in your family had different colored hair; you would get a very colorful outfit!&lt;br&gt;Reply:You got to be pulling my hair!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:You're so lucky your avatar is extremely hot&lt;br&gt;Reply:i think that is really an interesting concept.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gross, but interesting at the same time.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Never thought about saving my  hair  before!&lt;br&gt;Reply:well it sounds like you have a pretty sweet hobby,  umm i would say just try and make them they way that who ever your makign them for would like them. !!!id find it exreemly ironic and funny if you made a beany/ hat. :-)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I don't buy it.  However.....if you WERE to save your hair.....I'm sure there are a few out there with a weird fetish that might pay good money for it......there seems to be a fetish for everything.&lt;br&gt;Reply:In olden days women would collect hair left in the comb to make a 'puff' of hair to be used in the bun in the hair styling. If you wish to make slippers you can weave them in the form of a rope or strap. This would make a good pair of slippers but I doubt their durability.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ew human hair clothes...they have these wonderful places called stores where you can buy clothes.  Wow this is no the middle ages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pick by the way if that is you you are hot.&lt;br&gt;Reply:You should use the hair off of your toes for that! =}&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew ew ew ew ew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is SO ICKY.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Do you knit too, or just crochet? You'll need smaller crochet hooks for sure but I can't offer a pattern without shoe sizes - child, men, or women. You can weave in some plastic 6pk dividers to make indoor/outdoor style slippers. I think a herringbone pattern is always classy. Happy Holidays!&lt;br&gt;Reply:EW! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair! as in hair from your head? the HOLe families hair! WHAT IN THE WORLD GAVE YOU THIS IDEA?!?!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Do you check your potholders for lice?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Could you just bring some sample copies to the Seattle Market?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay good money and I might want to pull that wonder hair eventually........just to reassure myself........ya know what I mean???&lt;br&gt;Reply:disgusting&lt;br&gt;Reply:thats sick&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://teeth.imwebhost.com/&gt;Teeth Implants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7166837563809427446?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7166837563809427446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-of-answers-and-men-too-if-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7166837563809427446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7166837563809427446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-of-answers-and-men-too-if-this.html' title='LADIES OF ANSWERS and men too if this question applies....Every year I collect &amp;amp; save all the hair that is?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3078167755620643234</id><published>2009-11-14T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:14:19.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies: What is the one thing about your man's place....?</title><content type='html'>That you wish you could change? Would you like to paint the bedroom pink? Would you like to put flowers in the backyard? Would you like to throw pillows on his bed? Or put cute little throw rugs and puffy slippers from the den to the playroom?  How about a swing on the porch or the deck? What sort of redecorarating would you do if you had your way?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies: What is the one thing about your man's place....?&lt;br&gt;The toilet seat down&lt;br&gt;Reply:We have two bathrooms, a his and hers, but I seem to always end up scrubbing both. Some consideration would be nice for him to clean his himself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a doll collection and I would like to display some of them on the bed and he says hell-to-the-no.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would just tell your girl she can change anything she wants to and just stay by her side to make sure nothing to dramatic happens!&lt;br&gt;Reply:His porn! I wish I could throw them all away!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Decorating is less important than hygiene. I would sanitize the whole place. Clean the toilet, bathtub, sinks, etc. Change the sheets (!). :-)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would just ask that it be clean.&lt;br&gt;Reply:it should be more colorful...&lt;br&gt;Reply:Flowers are nice and uplifting. Giving a guys place a homey feel is great. That lived in look. Artwork on the walls, nice things to look at. Pillows, rugs, things like that as long as its in your taste and not too feminine.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would start by moving my things in and work on the decore, start with the bathroom and then get some curtains, maybe a new comforter on the bed that was a little less masculine, that would be all.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Alright, snoop dogg!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I am married and my husband and I share a home together with our three children.  I will admit that he is quite impressed with the way I decorated our home.  He is especially in favor of the "colonial theme" I've incorporated to enhance my decorating.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'd want the place to be tidy and i'd get him to actually do SOMETHING, ANYTHING with the spare room. anything!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I dont care how he wants it decorated and all that I just want it to be clean and especially in the bathroom and no food and stuff all around the tv/game system. Just take care of it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I wouldn't want to change a thing unless it was a mess..Its your house ! But if it was a mess I would have to HELP YOU clean the place ...&lt;br&gt;Reply:i would redec the whole place if i could but i can't&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3078167755620643234?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3078167755620643234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-is-one-thing-about-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3078167755620643234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3078167755620643234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-is-one-thing-about-your.html' title='Ladies: What is the one thing about your man&apos;s place....?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5809963989278571804</id><published>2009-11-14T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:14:00.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, just one purse?</title><content type='html'>I have had it! am always switching purses and offloading stuff to go out at night, gym, meetings, etc. I am sick of this! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has any busy woman out there managed to happily stick with just one purse? What size or type is it??? Do you carry a second bag for bulkier items like laptop, coffee mug, ballet slippers, spare sunglasses, etc?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you carry a purse within a purse and the smaller one is for evenings?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your wallet fit into your evening purse or are you constantly switching things around?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Friday night I scrambled to put a few essentials into a small evening purse and now I can't find anything. I've had it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get into the mindset of just one purse?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies, just one purse?&lt;br&gt;I look at a purse as a strictly utilitarian item.  I have a brown leather over-the-shoulder bag that is my only purse, and is relatively large, but not huge enough that anybody is going to think it's odd.  I got it when I reached the same point you're at - I got tired of buying purses and never being able to FIND stuff.  I do have a small evening bag, but it is TINY - literally only good for putting a bit of money, I.D., and similar things in.  My leather purse was fairly expensive, but I've had it for 9 years, and take good care of it (having it cleaned properly at least once a year, among other things), so you wouldn't know it was nearly that old.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other purse I have is a black sling-type purse that I use as a carry-on/purse combo when I fly.  If I have to carry other things, like a computer, I carry that in its own case, or in a briefcase/computer case combo if I'm on a business trip.  If it's too big to fit in my purse (either the black or the brown one), then I just don't need it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:i only carry one purse. its a small liz clariborne one, something like that. its cute. i think its a good size for me. for evening bags maybe you can get a wristlet, coach has some really cute ones. they are small  enough to hold your phone and some money. you don't need to bring your whole house with you in your purse&lt;br&gt;Reply:i only carry one purse.  it is a black coach soho leather small flap.  not to big, not too small. Enough room for me to carry my wallet, credit card/business card wallet, cell phone, lipstick/lip gloss, pen, altoids, check book, calculator.  I carry this bag all the time. Unless I am going out to a party or special event. Then I usually streamline down to a mini wallet to just fit my credit card, id, cell phone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never carry two bags.  That is just redundant. I mostly carry one bag, because 99% of what I wear matches the black coach bag. I do switch to a different color in the fall, sometimes brown. But it just never occurs to me to carry a lot of stuff.  Why would I carry a coffee mug and shoes with me?  That should be carried in a larger bag and your main purse to fit inside. Like I would probably get a large leather Tote Bag from coach, and buy a smaller handbag.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5809963989278571804?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5809963989278571804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-just-one-purse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5809963989278571804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5809963989278571804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-just-one-purse.html' title='Ladies, just one purse?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5592122455108773917</id><published>2009-11-14T21:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:13:41.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, when I finally get home I want to try this to wife.  Input plz?</title><content type='html'>My wife loves me to kiss her feet and toes.  I want to walk up to her while she's watching tv, sit on the floor with a bucket of water and towels.  Take off her shoes and socks and slowly wash her feet one at a time.(she's on her feet all day at work).  Once i'm done I will dry them, kiss her toes, sprinkle baby powder on her pretty feet and slide her favorite slippers on.  Would this be sexy or dumb?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies, when I finally get home I want to try this to wife.  Input plz?&lt;br&gt;THAT IS  SO SWEET, i WISH  MY HI=HUSBAND  WOULD DO SOME THING LIKE THAT. THAT IS VERY VERY SEXY!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Would you please phone my husband?&lt;br&gt;Reply:that's so nice of you! women love attention&lt;br&gt;Reply:aww that would be nice&lt;br&gt;Reply:very sexy, i would love my bf to do that for me&lt;br&gt;Reply:it'd be sweet&lt;br&gt;Reply:Way to go boy!&lt;br&gt;Reply:well the question is dumb if a gal dosent enjoy that she stupid&lt;br&gt;Reply:make sure and massage them too!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:great, and $exy.  totally not dumb&lt;br&gt;Reply:MEN YOU'RE A JOKE!!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:sexy!&lt;br&gt;Reply:it would feel good for her tired feet:)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I am not one for people touching my feet at all~however if this is something she likes~then go for it~she will love it~even though I don't like my feet to be rubbed or touched~I still find it very sweet for the guy to offer!!! :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:i am not a lady, but i know  this will work.&lt;br&gt;Reply:aww thats sweet.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate feet so me personally would prob not enjoy it, but hey if your girl likes it go for it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:That is dam sweet she'll love it.  If you want more sexy throw in a foot massage and a few kisses on her tootsies.  My husband loves it when he is in the bath I'll go in and rub warming sugar scrub on his feet he's like that's so nice....&lt;br&gt;Reply:LOL the person that said its creepy is funny!! But when u think about it..it kinda is, but then again it's kinda sexy..hmm...depends on the lady i guess...&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not dumb, but sweet because it will show her how much you love her.&lt;br&gt;Reply:That's sounds pretty cool.  Have you tought about bathing them, massaging them with a nice peppermint lotion or oil, then put on her fav slippers? Not to forget all of the kissing and stuff.&lt;br&gt;Reply:As you said, your wife loves you to kiss her feet. Then this HAS to be sexy!!  How about adding some of her favorite scented oil to the water :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:The womanization of american men is now complete. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go tell the women the penis has been replaced and is no longer required...&lt;br&gt;Reply:i find the baby powder part dumb cos i'd rather u wash her toes then dry them then kiss them and kiss ur way up not stop there and help her wear slippers&lt;br&gt;Reply:i'd say its kind of creepy.....&lt;br&gt;Reply:i dont think it would be sexy. but then again i dont think it would be dumb either. maybe more like appropriate and sincere&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5592122455108773917?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5592122455108773917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-when-i-finally-get-home-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5592122455108773917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5592122455108773917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-when-i-finally-get-home-i-want.html' title='Ladies, when I finally get home I want to try this to wife.  Input plz?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4073132451034315586</id><published>2009-11-14T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:13:27.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, what do you think of this outfit?</title><content type='html'>I have tan skin, and I want to wear this: brown slippers, pink neon pants, and a white shirt with the phrase "EGOMANIAC" on it.  What do you think?  Would it turn you on?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies, what do you think of this outfit?&lt;br&gt;You would get a lot of people looking at you, so you'd achevie your goal...Go for it!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:dude ud probably only get people 2 stare and laugh at u&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well, I don't mind pink t-shirts, but pink pants... erm... how do I say this, NO ! It was totally hot until you got to those pants.&lt;br&gt;Reply:you like, go for it cuz i think you'd look hot&lt;br&gt;Reply:NO REALLY THAT SOUNDS GAY&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://stretch-fabric-boot.blogspot.com/&gt;fabric boot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4073132451034315586?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4073132451034315586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-do-you-think-of-this-outfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4073132451034315586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4073132451034315586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-do-you-think-of-this-outfit.html' title='Ladies, what do you think of this outfit?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1290948685693037433</id><published>2009-11-14T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:13:10.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need help from creative ladies!!?</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend just lost a bet to me in a racquetball game. He was talking all sorts of trash how girls cant play sports and stuff like that. He plays every week, so all i had to do was score 5 points. Winner is the other person's slave for the weekend and will do everything. Can't embrass the person outside the house. I am going to spend the weekend in my pjs and fuzzy slippers. He will be wearing a pair of my pjs and a nice pair of pink fuzzy slippers while he is waiting on me hand and foot. What are some good ideas that i can make him do. I want to make him play for his comments about girls? What kind of pampering should he have to do? Should i bring friends over and make him pamper all of us? I need some good answers!!Thank you in advance for your time and answers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Need help from creative ladies!!?&lt;br&gt;Painting toe nails is good....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook food for you and feed it to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him watch mushy chick flicks with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;br&gt;Reply:oh you should make him give you a manicure and pedicure lol that would be awesome lol and maybe just 1 or 2 close friends and make him cook breakfast lunch and dinner lol &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;br /&gt;well theres a couple of things i could think of lol hope you have FUN!!!!! :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:lmao good idea!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay if youre old enough.. do something kinky.. lol kidding.&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;br /&gt;manicures, foot rubs.&lt;br&gt;Reply:dont invite your friends that would be to much&lt;br&gt;Reply:Don't go anywhere this weekend.  Invite a ton of your friends over, also a ton of his friends over.  Make him dress like a female from head to toe.  Put tons of face makeup on him and paint his fingernails and toenails.  Make him do all the chores around the house.  Sit on the couch watching your favorite shows while he goes and gets you drinks and/or foods that you ask him to get.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be creative and have fun!  :)    i hope you have a blast&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1290948685693037433?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1290948685693037433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-help-from-creative-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1290948685693037433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1290948685693037433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-help-from-creative-ladies.html' title='Need help from creative ladies!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8910478516729894438</id><published>2009-11-14T21:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:12:55.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for the ladies...............?</title><content type='html'>how many pairs of slippers do you own, describe them. are you wearing slippers now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Question for the ladies...............?&lt;br&gt;two&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some cute slipper sock things &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alo have some moccasins&lt;br&gt;Reply:i own 3 pairs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/22236862/c/...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/22236937/c/...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/28131880/c/...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wearing the 2nd ones&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wow this is random. Do you have some sort of slipper fetish. haha. but to answer you question, i have 4 including my uggs.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I have 2 pairs... some pig slippers... they're pink slip ons and had pig's on the front. I also have some that are green, and they're just like fuzzy socks. I'm not wearing slippers right now, I'm wearing socks. I usually just wear socks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... kinda random question. =]&lt;br&gt;Reply:Slipper socks...I own 3 pairs, two are store bought and one I knitted. I prefer them over regular slippers because they don't fall off my feet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wearing any at the moment.&lt;br&gt;Reply:too many i cant count. to describe them fabulous...........and i'm not wearin  them now&lt;br&gt;Reply:three pair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black ballet flat slippers with white polka dots they are from charlotte russe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target slipper sock slippers with grips on the bottom. they are pink orange and yellow with a silver buckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pink slip ons with open toes that are fuzzy.&lt;br&gt;Reply:3 pairs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pair are roxy white with a little bright blue fluff edge %26amp; bright blue roxy sign. (wearing em)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also a shaggy aqua colored pair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also grey ones&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus slipper socks from american eagle if they count...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y the hell are u asking tho??&lt;br&gt;Reply:i have a pair of pink rozy ones but im not wearing any.. why are you asking this questionn?&lt;br&gt;Reply:not wearing any now. I have some tweety bird slippers...I get them all the time for Christmas but I always forget to wear them, I like bare feet best :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:ok totally sounds like your trying to mess with us but funny enough to answer i have one adorable pink fuzzy pair of slippers and also a pair of slipper flipflops...&lt;br&gt;Reply:i own 3 pairs of slippers, i'm not wearing any, i barely ever where any!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I own 3 pairs of slippers a pair of slide on black and 2 pairs of fuzzy pink with heels to go with lingerie  as for if I am wearing any are you a perv?????&lt;br&gt;Reply:omg im wearing slippers now!how ironic!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there pink w/ a fuzzy trim and fuzzy inside&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got them @ payless for only like 5 dollars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i do&lt;br&gt;Reply:i only own one pair and they are soft and a little fuzzy. they have memory foam on the in side and they are pink. they come in lots of colors though and you can get them almost anywhere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not wearing any now, but I do have two pairs of slippers.  The slippers are exactly the same except one pair is pink and one is blue.  They are suede on the outside and have fake fur lining the outside.  Inside they have fake fur.  They are very warm and comfy.  They are from Lord and Taylor and are like a slipper version of the Ugg boots.  They are around forty dollars which is a good price for an equivelent to Uggs, except that you can't wear them outside.  They are warm, toasty, cute, and furry and I love them!&lt;br&gt;Reply:What kind of slippers? Like inside the house slippers? I don't wear those anymore, but I used to. Now I just wear socks or go barefoot.&lt;br&gt;Reply:ok this is a waste of 5 points my time my life and your life but on the + side i get 2 points so ha!&lt;br&gt;Reply:rather strange question..?? i have two, and right now i am not wearing any, i never really do.&lt;br&gt;Reply:two pairs. a pink fuzzy pair. and a blue pair that are in the shape of doggie heads (they are also fuzzy) the doggie has a bow:P and yes...im wearing them now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8910478516729894438?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8910478516729894438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8910478516729894438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8910478516729894438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-ladies.html' title='Question for the ladies...............?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1696101608119028516</id><published>2009-11-14T21:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:12:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for my boyfriend. Please help ladies!!!!!!!!!?</title><content type='html'>I just won a bet against my boyfriend and he has to wait on me hand and foot for a weekend. We want to have fun and not embrass each other in public. At the house it is fair game. I am going to spend the weekend in my pjs and fuzzy slippers.It will start Friday night. When i get home he will greet me at the door take my heels off and put my slippers on. Change me into my pjs, take me slippers off and start rubbing my feet ha. Is that a good start? I dont want him to wear my make up and paint his nails, cause that is wasting time were we could be doing that for me ha. I thinking he should have to pamper me the whole weekend! Should i make it so i don't have to lift a finger? What should I make him do? What would you make your boyfriend or husband do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ideas for my boyfriend. Please help ladies!!!!!!!!!?&lt;br&gt;I would make mine clean the house, take care of our son night and day (like I do) cook dinner and generally be my "*****", just so that he could see what I do every day =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might as well throw a pedicure and a nice message in there too since you have the whole weekend! %26gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Reply:make him cook for you. that way its romantic and hes waiting on you at the same time.&lt;br&gt;Reply:It should be all about you...massages, meals in bed. Cooking, cleaning, showering you would be nice! Have a great weekend!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:haha, wow. honestly, i hate acting like that towards my boyfriend. it feels weird, but hey, it's fun! sorta.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you should make him give you a massage! that's what my boyfriend always offers to do. lol.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Cooking,Oral, Cleaning, and giving me the remote.&lt;br&gt;Reply:well i think that is a really good game going on there and no i think we women need a man to comfort us for a little while so i say let the pampering begin!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would try to make it as humorous as possible.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i think that that is totally cruel.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Girl, you are lucky! I always lose bets with my boyfriend! Take advantage of the situation! Make him cook, clean, and do anything else he wouldn't normally do. Have fun and enjoy your weekend!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:proberbly the same, and he cant watch tv or talk to any of his boyz.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Pretend your a goddess / queen. Make him feed you, change the channel on the control, pick up after you when your done eating, cook your fav. food or carry out LOL, do the laundry, shower you, give you a full body massage. I could go on %26amp; on.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Make him cook and clean and massage you! And make him eat you out alllll night for hours, like the movie "the sweetest thing", where shes eating ice cream and getting head for hours! yaaa!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Like you said, I'd make him wait on me hand  and foot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1696101608119028516?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1696101608119028516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideas-for-my-boyfriend-please-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1696101608119028516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1696101608119028516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideas-for-my-boyfriend-please-help.html' title='Ideas for my boyfriend. Please help ladies!!!!!!!!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7277116032232125810</id><published>2009-11-14T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:12:23.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with people wearing their " furry house slippers" to the  supermarket?</title><content type='html'>And I'm not talking about little old ladies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's with people wearing their " furry house slippers" to the  supermarket?&lt;br&gt;idk about that either. i find it tacky and lazy.&lt;br&gt;Reply:People don't care where they go, they just want to be comfy. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wears slippers to the store too, and shes not that old.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I guess they're comfortable&lt;br&gt;Reply:the same reason people wear ther pajamas out,and kids wear jammies to school etc, if your comfterable then why not? espically on gloomy days or when ur not feeling to good&lt;br&gt;Reply:IDK i guess those people just want to be confortable and they just might be lazy.&lt;br&gt;Reply:thay are wierd&lt;br&gt;Reply:We're comfortable dammit!&lt;br&gt;Reply:its comfortable.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Haha i dont know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my mom does that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she seems to think people don't notice, hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just for comfort&lt;br&gt;Reply:I just think people are getting old to fast.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Maybe they just forget? HA! At least people where you live wear something on their feet. I lived in a small Texas town and I saw more people without shoes than with. At least you get to see a step up from going completely barefoot. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.computer-security.com.cn&gt;computer security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7277116032232125810?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7277116032232125810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-with-people-wearing-their-furry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7277116032232125810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7277116032232125810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-with-people-wearing-their-furry.html' title='What&apos;s with people wearing their &quot; furry house slippers&quot; to the  supermarket?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-9195467542437841053</id><published>2009-11-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:12:08.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies: christmas presents (bit rude- not for kids)?</title><content type='html'>If your man/boyfriend,husband/ape etc bought you a pair of slippers and a vibrator for christmas, would you hit him?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's an old joke - if she dont like the slippers, she can go ***** herself). lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just interested, honest. lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies: christmas presents (bit rude- not for kids)?&lt;br&gt;lmao - i would love to get a vibrator for christmas - i'd f*** him not hit him&lt;br&gt;Reply:never heard that one before but i liked it&lt;br&gt;Reply:even tho im a gal that is preety funny rofl&lt;br&gt;Reply:No... my hubby bought me one and I laughed and laughed I normally get something from Anne Summers every year its fun&lt;br&gt;Reply:At least her feet would be warm whilst she was doing it !&lt;br&gt;Reply:not in the least funny&lt;br&gt;Reply:oooh eeerrr&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not heard that one before! Thanks for the laugh! ☺&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not if he's gonna give me both then leave me alone so I can actually enjoy them!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell everyone I see today ( except Daddy) that joke&lt;br&gt;Reply:gross... oh LADIES, gotcha nevermind then (gross)&lt;br&gt;Reply:erm.... hmmmm&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-9195467542437841053?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9195467542437841053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-christmas-presents-bit-rude-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9195467542437841053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9195467542437841053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-christmas-presents-bit-rude-not.html' title='Ladies: christmas presents (bit rude- not for kids)?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5604748709873466937</id><published>2009-11-14T21:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:11:51.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend relaxing in pajamas, fuzzy slippers and lots of foot massages??</title><content type='html'>My bf lost a bet and he now has to pamper me for a weekend. We agreed that he has to do it and can't pay someone to do it. He always wins so now it time for revenge. What would you make him do ladies. Give me details!! Thanks&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;A weekend relaxing in pajamas, fuzzy slippers and lots of foot massages??&lt;br&gt;spa visit&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5604748709873466937?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5604748709873466937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-relaxing-in-pajamas-fuzzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5604748709873466937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5604748709873466937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-relaxing-in-pajamas-fuzzy.html' title='A weekend relaxing in pajamas, fuzzy slippers and lots of foot massages??'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4431860539652344643</id><published>2009-11-14T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:11:20.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have about 10,000 pieces of flip flop slippers.how can i sell them all any suggestion or who can help sell t</title><content type='html'>they are all brand new in the box.for ladies and girls.sizes 11-4 for kids and sizes 5-10 for ladies.thes are all US sizes.they where all made in china&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have about 10,000 pieces of flip flop slippers.how can i sell them all any suggestion or who can help sell t&lt;br&gt;Easy: EBay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I get a commision?  :-)&lt;br&gt;Reply:ebay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can also go to your local flea market.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or garage sale.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sell them on ebay either in wholesale quantity or individual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4431860539652344643?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4431860539652344643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-about-10000-pieces-of-flip-flop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4431860539652344643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4431860539652344643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-about-10000-pieces-of-flip-flop.html' title='I have about 10,000 pieces of flip flop slippers.how can i sell them all any suggestion or who can help sell t'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6246634809676085028</id><published>2009-11-14T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:11:05.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies any ideas are Appreicated! Thanks in advance!!?</title><content type='html'>Where I work we have casual Fridays. Most people don't, and dress in suits, skirts and heels as usual. Last Thursday my friend Julie said wouldn't it be funny if someone wore their pjs and slippers one Friday. I said what’s the big deal? One of the guys i work over heard and started to laugh. He said that I would never wear my pjs and slippers to work. I said I would too. He said i bet you whatever you want you wouldn't do it. I accepted and the terms were if I did, he would be my maid/servant/spa boy. He would come to my house Friday night and that’s when it would start. I would have a bell to ensure I stayed comfortable. He agreed on the terms. Friday came I wore my matching heart flannel pj pants and top with my pink fuzzy slippers. It was quite embarrassing so I want my revenge. Any ideas? Please list what you would make him do if you were in my situation? We are in our late 20's and both single. Please no dressing him up, and no leaving the house.Just him pampering me ha! Thanks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies any ideas are Appreicated! Thanks in advance!!?&lt;br&gt;Well, have him buy the food and cook you a dinner, while its cooking he should provide you with a foot massage.  If you have the bell use it, have him bringing you drinks, changing the channels on the tv. Have him rent a total chick flick and have him watch it with you.  Make sure he does the dishes and cleans up after dinner.  Have him paint your toenails, if that isn't to scary.  Get him to run you a bath.  Just enjoy, be pampered, relax and enjoy.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Have him massage your feet.&lt;br&gt;Reply:make him your sex slave and have him worship you like a goddess&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://dental.imwebhost.com/toothache/&gt;Toothache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6246634809676085028?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6246634809676085028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-any-ideas-are-appreicated-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6246634809676085028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6246634809676085028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-any-ideas-are-appreicated-thanks.html' title='Ladies any ideas are Appreicated! Thanks in advance!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5906217997169779977</id><published>2009-11-14T21:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:10:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies what should I do! Help me have a great weekend?</title><content type='html'>Where I work we have casual Fridays. Most people don't, and dress in suits, skirts and heels as usual. Last Thursday my friend Julie said wouldn't it be funny if someone wore their pjs and slippers one Friday. I said what’s the big deal? One of the guys i work over heard and started to laugh. He said that I would never wear my pjs and slippers to work. I said I would too. He said i bet you whatever you want you wouldn't do it. I accepted and the terms were if I did, he would be my maid/servant/spa boy. He would come to my house Friday night and that’s when it would start. I would have a bell to ensure I stayed comfortable. He agreed on the terms. Friday came I wore my matching heart flannel pj pants and top with my pink fuzzy slippers. It was quite embarrassing so I want my revenge. Any ideas? Please list what you would make him do if you were in my situation? We are in our late 20's and both single. Please no dressing him up, and no leaving the house.Just him pampering me ha! Thanks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies what should I do! Help me have a great weekend?&lt;br&gt;have him make you or buy your favorite sweets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have him give you a dance show (naughty if you'd like).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have him give you a massage (foot, back, wherever).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have him tell you some of his funny stories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything along the lines of that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested in him, spice it up a little :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it girl.&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;br /&gt;great bet by the way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5906217997169779977?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5906217997169779977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-should-i-do-help-me-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5906217997169779977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5906217997169779977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-what-should-i-do-help-me-have.html' title='Ladies what should I do! Help me have a great weekend?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6314701340231195726</id><published>2009-11-14T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:10:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls need your help?</title><content type='html'>My husband lost a bet for me and he is in charge of pampering me for a weekend head to toe.  I don't want to dress him up or anything.  I already told him he has to buy me a new pair of pj pants, fuzzy socks, and fuzzy slippers so i can be comfy during the pampering.  What would you make your husband or boyfriend do?  Thanks for the advice ladies!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls need your help?&lt;br&gt;Dinner, Massage, and I would make him write a poem for me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably too much too ask but who knows.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would make him make dinner! And maybe walk the dog!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Heres a list(enjoy):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run you a bubble bath(in the morning)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all the errands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook/clean&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foot massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out to eat at YOUR favorite place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run you another bubble bath(night)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed you grapes( if you like grapes)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed you icecream(if you like icecream)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed you your favorite dessert&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6314701340231195726?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6314701340231195726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-need-your-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6314701340231195726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6314701340231195726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-need-your-help.html' title='Girls need your help?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3660162895476165374</id><published>2009-11-14T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:10:15.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both of them!?</title><content type='html'>A guy stops by to visit his friend. They talk for a while and then the friend asks, "My feet are cold. Would you be so kind as to go get me my slippers, please?" The guest obliges and goes upstairs. There he sees his friend's daughters, both very good looking. Being the adventurous and quick thinking kind, he says: "Hi, ladies! Your daddy sent me here to have sex with you!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at him and say, "That can't be!" He replies, "OK, let's check!" He shouts at his friend down the stairs, "Both of them?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend shouts back, "Yes, both of them!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Both of them!?&lt;br&gt;hahaha, perverted but witty&lt;br&gt;Reply:lol you dirty sod lol lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:HAHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:he he he he he he he he i can't stop laughing!!! clever very clever!&lt;br&gt;Reply:lol...didnt see that comin...&lt;br&gt;Reply:HA!&lt;br&gt;Reply:OHH HAHA thats good one lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:please  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lay the foundation for a superstructure of imposition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3660162895476165374?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3660162895476165374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/both-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3660162895476165374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3660162895476165374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/both-of-them.html' title='Both of them!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5818289538761131826</id><published>2009-11-14T21:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:09:59.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! We need all your best ideas!?</title><content type='html'>A guy at work bet me and 2 other girls and we won. The loser was the other persons slave for the weekend. If he won the 3 of us were going to have to pamper him and wait on him hand and foot for the weekend.  The deal is that the loser must do everything, cant take the easy way out and send us to a spa We are going to his house in our pajamas and slippers so we are comfy during our pampering. We wear heels all week, work our butts off and we deserve to be waited on hand of foot. Ladies help us show this guy that he has made a mistake. What should we make him do for the weekend? We want it to be like a spa treatment? What would you include?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! We need all your best ideas!?&lt;br&gt;Make him do funny stuff like scrub your feet and put cucumbers on your eyes. Tell him to make fresh squeezed lemonade and play relaxing music. Ring a bell when you want him just to make him mad. Or maybe make him feed you grapes too! Just boss him around a lot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br&gt;Reply:Send him to the store for ice cream, alcoholic beverages, cocktail shrimp, summer sausage and cheese with crackers, oh and those little tiny tomatos... have him set it all up. Tell him to go to the party section and get a pack of crowns, make sure you each have 1, just to exert your dominance. Have him soak your feet and give you a pedicure while yall watch some girly movie like The Notebook. :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:leave it alone,you won and that is that ,you may get more than you or he bargain for!&lt;br&gt;Reply:same&lt;br&gt;Reply:What's the big deal? I'll let you come to my house in your pajamas any weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imwebhost.com/domain-names/&gt;domain names&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5818289538761131826?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5818289538761131826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-help-us-teach-man-lesson-we-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5818289538761131826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5818289538761131826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-help-us-teach-man-lesson-we-need.html' title='Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! We need all your best ideas!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-205027027796493129</id><published>2009-11-14T21:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:09:45.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of shoes should I wear to grad?</title><content type='html'>Ladies..my high school graduation is on May 27th. The ceremony is going to be held outside. I would like to wear heels but I'm scared the heels will kind of dig into the ground when i walk you know... Flats are definitely not me...I think they kind of look like slippers haha sooo I really just need some ideas... maybe if your graduation was outside  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What type of shoes should I wear to grad?&lt;br&gt;If you wear a nice chunky wedge heel, you won't sink into the ground. :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:to quote the very unfunny dane cook, "eff shoes. shoes? who has time for shoes. look at this guy with shoes........shoes?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock it barefoot.&lt;br&gt;Reply:wear flip-flops to show ur laid back and fun!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-205027027796493129?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/205027027796493129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-type-of-shoes-should-i-wear-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/205027027796493129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/205027027796493129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-type-of-shoes-should-i-wear-to.html' title='What type of shoes should I wear to grad?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7980556888638356066</id><published>2009-11-14T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:09:28.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!  Any ideas on boosting my self-esteem???</title><content type='html'>I know, stupid question right????  I have noticed over the past 8 years, my self-esteem and the will to look good has gone right down the tubes.  I met my husband 8 years ago and I refused for him to even see me without make-up on.  Nowadays, my hair goes into a pony tail, I put slippers on and go take care of our 2 year old son (daughter on the way any day now).  I understand that over time you feel "comfortable", but that is not it,  I miss being the hottie I used to be for my husband.  My husband never says a word and still pinches my butt every chance he gets, but I need an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.  Ladies, please give me a good attitude boost to get me back in the spirit of being a hot mama for my husband.  Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help!!!  Any ideas on boosting my self-esteem???&lt;br&gt;We'll do it together sistah! I'm feeling the same way. I have 2 children, a terrific husband, and NO GOOD REASON to be a schlump! If you are about to pop, this will be a double challenge for you. I would start right now. #1 priority,(after feeding the little man, or before he wakes up) is some exercise for Mom. Walking or prenatal yoga is about it for the moment. Shower, SHAVE YOUR LEGS, get dressed, for real- you know what I mean. Do simple hair and make-up--but make the effort. A little scent, just to remind you that you are a woman, wouldn't be amiss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establish your habit NOW, and make a point of it even after Her Highness arrives. It will help you feel more human. Maybe we should email each other and ask: What did you do for your hot self today? :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Your theme song is, "I'm Bringing Sexy Back" !&lt;br&gt;Reply:That is not a stupid question.  It isn't about how you look for others versus how you feel about yourself.  Do you look at yourself as an individual person or as your husband's wife and your children's mother?  Women tend to lose themselves as an individual and over time I think we forget who we are. I think it is great that you have a good marriage and kids that you love but you have to want to look good for yourself first. Start doing things just for you.  Go to a spa, get a maincure, pedicure etc.  I recently started getting them and they make you feel good.  Your pampering yourself.  It is very easy to get into a routine and feel comfortable.  I have been there.  I did the same as you.  I had enough of it for me so I started wearing make-up again, went tanning, colored my hair, went to spa, and doing activities that I have been wanting to do.  I did these things for me and started feeling better and I continue to do it.  I got back in the routine of it. Those are things I did.  Find out what you want to do and do them.  I think back to who I was before I got married when I was an individual person.  Being married and a mother shouldn't replace who you are as a individual.  It is not selfish to want things for yourself and to do things for yourself.&lt;br&gt;Reply:YOU ARE HOT NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Be whatever for yourself!  Do something different!  Do something naughty.  Cook and serve dinner, or just popcorn in the nude, with your hair done up with ribbons, and have a rose in your mouth or other place!  Wear sexy underwear- then stripe it off!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7980556888638356066?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7980556888638356066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-any-ideas-on-boosting-my-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7980556888638356066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7980556888638356066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-any-ideas-on-boosting-my-self.html' title='Help!!!  Any ideas on boosting my self-esteem???'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1986116439011817888</id><published>2009-11-14T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:09:10.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Need Good Ideas...Easy 10 points?</title><content type='html'>I bet 3 girls at work and lost the bet.. The loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot, pampering them for the weekend. I am not allowed to just take them to the spa they want me to do everything. They were thinking lots of foot massages, maybe a manicure, pedicures, taking their slippers off and on, wash hair, brush it, and straighten it, chick flicks. Part of losing is to gather ideas from other ladies here. They are also posting cause they think i am doing a bad job. Please give them some good ideas. Just list what you would want done. They are not supposed to lift a finger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls Need Good Ideas...Easy 10 points?&lt;br&gt;you would have made me food&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foot rubs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babysiting&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding me music on the internet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me info about the guy i like&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me shopping&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me out 2 eat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive me places&lt;br&gt;Reply:im not a woman but even guys can give great ideas :)&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;br /&gt;Do one homework assignment for each of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cook for them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask guys out for them(if single)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back rubs&lt;br&gt;Reply:u would need to make there brakefast lunch and dinner as well as doing all of the above!!! good luck!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:just give them a bell and have them ring it when ever they needed something. always works. and when the needed to be driven around open the door for them and close it pull out chairs and things like that but i bet you the bell works&lt;br&gt;Reply:you have to make them elaborate ice cream sundaes made to order lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, wash all their cars! lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:feed them their food :) give them a shower :) (all together) give them all over boby messages :) you get my point....get in there :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn x x x&lt;br&gt;Reply:"house work"&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1986116439011817888?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1986116439011817888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-need-good-ideaseasy-10-points.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1986116439011817888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1986116439011817888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-need-good-ideaseasy-10-points.html' title='Girls Need Good Ideas...Easy 10 points?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8487014687591011224</id><published>2009-11-14T21:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:08:57.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Feel Relaxed When You Look At This List?</title><content type='html'>Read the following list first:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Bath&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Oils&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Making&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on the Beach&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed and Breakfast&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavender, Roses, Lilies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle by the Fireplace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine Wine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine Chocolate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft Pillows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Waves&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy Slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailboat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meadow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Beaches&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in a Vase&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Light&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Waters&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming&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;br /&gt;*** Are You Feeling Relaxed Yet? (this list will have more effects on Ladies than Men)&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do You Feel Relaxed When You Look At This List?&lt;br&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, you put me to sleep...... Thanks!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not really more relaxed, but it does make me want to go to the beach.&lt;br&gt;Reply:No...because I do not find all those things relaxing...You find all those things relaxing.  Some of those things actually cause me anxiety (Essential Oil, Breakfast In Bed, Vacation, Lazy, Sleepy) and others I do no not care for at all (Lavender, Roses, Lilies, Cuddle by the Fireplace, Fine Wine, Fine Chocolate, Soft Pillows, Fluffy Slippers, Flowers in a Vase).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important when you are in a relationship with someone to communicate and not to assume that your likes are theirs as well.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Everything on your list sounds sooo relaxing, it's hard to feel otherwise&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nope, I don't feel any more relaxed. Sorry!&lt;br&gt;Reply:no&lt;br&gt;Reply:just the Bible bath, 57 year male&lt;br&gt;Reply:oh yeah&lt;br&gt;Reply:nope my eyes got kinda tired though&lt;br&gt;Reply:yeah kinda!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ahhhhh that all sounds wonderful :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:No, not if I have to do it all in one day.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Maybe&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not really!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Is that the best you could come up with? I'm disappointed.......&lt;br&gt;Reply:WHO THE ***** GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO COPY MY ALL TIME FAVORITE LIST.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MINE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE ALL THOSE THINGS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN AND GAYS LOVE THEY MORE THAN MEN,SIMPLE:WE ARE MORE IN TOUCH WITH OUR FEELINGS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU HAVE TWO ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTION.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SO?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM ME AND I TELL YOU IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND,GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br&gt;Reply:well to be honest i was feeling relaxed already. what was you doing power of suggestion&lt;br&gt;Reply:to bad it didn't work for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to relax&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes it does relax me, I am now in a love making mood!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nope, it's too long. That just aggravates me.&lt;br&gt;Reply:oh yessssssssss...I am...&lt;br&gt;Reply:yes, that will be accept enthusiastically from the Ladies&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://golf-shoes-plus.blogspot.com/&gt;golf shoes plus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8487014687591011224?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8487014687591011224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-feel-relaxed-when-you-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8487014687591011224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8487014687591011224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-feel-relaxed-when-you-look-at.html' title='Do You Feel Relaxed When You Look At This List?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6035239401537946685</id><published>2009-11-14T21:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:08:41.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more bizarre facts?</title><content type='html'>happy reading lol.&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;br /&gt;*According to sales, 17,000 individual 'smarties' are eaten every minute in the UK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The life of an eyelash is about 5 months.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iceland, Europe's second largest island following Great Britain, boasts of having the world's oldest 'active' parliamentary body, Althing, which first met in 930AD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Turkish football club, Galatasaray, has an A for every other letter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The tongue of a mature Blue Whale has approximately the same mass as that of an entire adult elephant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The study, which tested telephones, desks, water coolers, doorknobs, and toilet seats, compiled 7,000 samples from major centers across the country. What they found, was that while phones ranked highest in bacteria levels, the office desk was a close second.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In England during World War I, many German names and titles were changed and given more English-sounding names, including the royal family's from Saxe-Coburg-Gotha to Windsor. Kaiser Wilhelm II countered this by jokingly saying that he was off to see a performance of 'The Merry Wives of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both turdoid and turdine mean "belonging to the family turdus," Turdus musicus is the song thrush %26amp; Turdus viscivorus is the mistletoe thrush&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nearly a quarter of all mammals can fly; with a huge 985 known species, bats make up 23.1% of all known mammals by species&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*January is National Soup Month in the United States, January is the seasonal equivalent to July in the Southern Hemisphere; %26amp; on Jan 14th, 90% of New Year resolutions will be broken!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You use an average of 43 muscles for a frown and you use an average of 17 muscles for a smile, and they say every two thousand frowns creates one wrinkle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baby robins eat 14 feet of earthworms in the first 14 nestling days of their life and that is not even their main food on the menu (14 feet a day is wrong) But parent robins make around 100 food visits to the nest every day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The first man to die during planning %26amp; construction of the Hoover Dam was the father of the last man to die during its construction. December 20, 1922 with J.G. Tierney a Bureau of Reclamation employee who was part of a geological survey and drowned when he fell from a barge. Exactly 13 years later, in 1935, his son Patrick W. Tierney, fell to his death from an intake tower.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You will have to walk 80 kilometers for your legs to equal the amount of exercise your eyes get daily&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Chinese used fingerprints as a method of identification back in 700&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sound travels 15 times faster through steel than it does through the air&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A greenfly born on a Tuesday can be a grandparent by Friday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are more mobile phones in UK than there are people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Termites are affected by music; the termites will eat your house twice as fast if you play them loud music&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paraskavedekatriaphobia is the extreme fear of Friday the 13th&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One gallon of used motor oil can ruin approximately one million gallons of fresh water!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Christopher Trace, the first presenter of Blue Peter, was the body double for Charlton Heston in the film Ben-Hur&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thomas Edison got patents for a method of making concrete furniture and a cigar which was supposed to burn forever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A cubic mile of ordinary fog contains less than a gallon of water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you think of the Milky Way as being the size of the continent of Asia, our solar system would be the size of a penny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The chicken is the closest living relative to the Tyrannosaurus Rex Myth or fact??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The average driver will be locked out of their car nine times during their life time (yes, men are in the stats)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Boeing 767 airliner contains 3,100,000 parts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Belief in the existence of vacuums used to be punishable under Church law&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your skin weighs twice as much as your brain &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*An owl can see a mouse moving from over 150ft away by a light no brighter than candlelight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The average person has walked 100,000 miles by the time they reach the age of 85.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your hearing is less sharp after eating too much&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the course of a lifetime, the average person spends 2 years on the phone (I bet cell phones/mobiles were not taken into consideration when that fact was worked out!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Henry VIII was once served a loin of beef while visiting the house of a noble. He was so impressed with the beef that he asked for a sword and knighted it! Ever since, that particular cut of beef has been known as sirloin. ("Sir Loin").. This is a MYTH&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a lifetime, the average clean-shaven man will spend five months shaving and will remove 28ft of hair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beethoven was extremely particular about his coffee , he always counted 60 beans per cup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In 1943, Navy officer Grace Hopper had to fix a computer glitch caused by a moth, hence the term 'computer bug'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jupiter is large enough to contain the other major 7 planets in our solar system.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The water pressure inside every onion cell would be sufficient to explode a steam engine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sunglasses were first worn by film stars, not to look mysterious, but to relieve there eyes from the dazzling glare of the early studio lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you take any number, double it, add 10, divide by 2, and subtract your original number, the answer will always be 5. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Over a 12 day period your body generates a whole new set of taste buds. (This process continues until you are in your 70's.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Greyhounds can reach their top speed of 45 mph in just 3 strides&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is more sugar in 1kg of lemons than in 1kg of strawberries. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paraskevidekatriaphobia, is a morbid, irrational fear of Friday the 13th. Therapist Dr. Donald Dossey, whose specialty is treating people with irrational fears, coined the term. He claims, when you can pronounce the word you are cured. Friggatriskaidekaphobia has the same meaning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first class&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titan arum is probably the world's smelliest flower. Originating in the tropical rain forests of Sumatra, this huge, extremely rare flower is a giant lily. It seldom blooms, but when it does the smell is described as something like the dead carcass of an animal &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Viking tribe once raided England because they had run out of beer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walt Disney World generates about 120,000 pounds of garbage every day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turtles can breath through their bottoms. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The buzz generated by an electric razor in America is in the key of B flat. In the UK, it is in the key of G.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some of the most popular lipstick shades in Renaissance England were named, Rat, Horseflesh, Turkey, Blood and Puke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When Thomas Eddison died in 1941, Henry Ford captured his dying breath in a bottle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" was the first Hollywood film that showed a toilet flushing - thereby generating many complaints.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The first flying-trapeze circus act was performed by Frenchman Jules Leotard at the Circus Napoleon on Nov 12th 1859. He invented the garment now known as the leotard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In 1972 when Gordon Brown (British Chancellor of the Excheque) was 21, he won a Daily Express competition for "A Vision of Britain In The Year 2000."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is said, grapefruit scent makes middle age women seem six years younger to men (but it does not work the other way round).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The average elephant produces 50lb of dung a day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The dinosaur noises in Jurassic Park came from slowing down the sounds of elephants, geese and horses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The French invented the pop of the Christmas Cracker in the 19th century (Tom Smith bought the idea back to UK after holidaying in France)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The chances of hitting 2 holes-in-one during the same round of golf is one in 8 million&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Victorian ladies tried to enlarge their boobs by bathing in strawberries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Until the 18th century, India produced almost all the world's diamonds&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The ancient Egyptians thought it was good luck to enter a house left foot first&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*During their marriage, Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton bought an electric chair for their dining room&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The average single man is one inch shorter than the average married man&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lightning strikes about 6,000 times per minute on this planet of which 80% are in-cloud flashes and 20% are cloud-to-ground flashes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When screen lover Rudolph Valentino married Jean Acker (on Bonfire Day), she locked him out of their bedroom, the marriage lasted only six hours&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*160 cars can drive side by side on the Monumental Axis in Brazil, the world's widest road. On paper they can, as the road (actually it's an avenue) is 865 feet wide, but in reality they can't. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When a female horse and a male donkey mate, the off-spring is called a mule; but when a male horse and a female donkey mate, the off spring is called a HINNY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On average women speak 7000 words per day, where as men speak just over 2000&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While in Alcatraz, Al Capone was inmate No.85&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disney World is bigger than the world's 5 smallest countries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A house fly hums in the middle octave key of F&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Adolf Hitler's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out of it by her doctor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In one gram of soil, about ten million bacteria live in it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A single ounce of gold can be beaten into a thin film covering 100 square feet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Before the 1800, there were no separately designed shoes for left and right feet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paper was invented early in the second century by Chinese eunuch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The first person to receive a singing telegram was singer Rudy Vallee, in honour of his 32nd birthday, July 28th 1933.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The longest one-syllable word in the English language is screeched&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes when you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase, "Goodnight, sleep tight."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A 75-year-old male driver received ten traffic tickets, drove on the wrong side of the road four times, committed four hit-and-run offenses and caused six accidents, all within 20 minutes, in McKinney, TX on 15 Oct 1966 [Worst driver: G. B. of Records]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The term "the whole 9 yards" came from WWII fighter pilots in the South Pacific. When arming their airplanes on the ground, the .50 caliber machine gun ammo belts measured exactly 27 feet, before being loaded into the fuselage. If the pilots fired all their ammo at a target, it got "the whole 9 yards."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wilma Flintstone's maiden name was Shaghoopal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The word "trivia" comes from the Latin "trivium" which is the place where three roads meet. People would gather and talk about all sorts of matters. Also in medieval universities, the trivium comprised the three subjects taught first, grammar, logic, and rhetoric, AND the Roman Goddess, Trivia, is the goddess of crossroads, witchcraft and the harvest moon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In 1935, the police in Atlantic City, New Jersey, arrested 42 men on the beach. They were cracking down on topless bathing suits worn by men.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*During lunch breaks in Carlsbad, New Mexico no couple should engage in a sexual act while parked in their vehicle, unless their car has curtains.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The distance between cities are actually the distances between city halls. When you see a sign "Sheffield - 40 miles" it means it is 40 miles to the city hall of that city sign&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The name of Canada is believed to come from the Iroquois Indian word "Kanata", meaning "village" or "community". The word Canada was first used in a 1534 text written by Jacques Cartier describing the Indian village of Stadacona.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The longest non-medical word in the English language is floccipausinihilipilification (29 letters), which means "the act of estimating as worthless."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dominica, Mexico, Zambia, Kiribati, Fiji and Egypt all have birds on their flags.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bees visit over 2,000 flowers and fly over 55,000 miles to produce just 1lb. of honey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Four out of every ten people who come to a party in your home will look in your bathroom cabinet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The taboo against whistling backstage comes from the pre-electricity era when a whistle was the signal for the curtains and the scenery to drop. An unexpected whistle could cause an unexpected scene change!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The sound you hear when macho people crack their knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Francis Bacon died of hypothermia while trying to freeze a chicken by stuffing it with snow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Captain Jean-Luc Picard's (Star Trek) fish was named Livingston&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The WD in WD40 means "water displacement." The 40 in WD40 comes from the 40 attempts at creating this product.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beethoven dipped his head in cold water before he composed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mice, whales, elephants, giraffes and man all have seven neck vertebra.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The name for Oz in the "Wizard of Oz" was thought up when the creator,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Baum, looked at his filing cabinet and saw A-N, and O-Z, hence "Oz." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*American car horns beep in the tone of F.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The only food cockroaches won't eat are cucumbers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*China has more English speakers than the U.S.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hong Kong has the world's largest double-decker tram fleet in the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The words silent and listen have the same letters. Santa and Satan do too&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can tell the sex of a turtle by the sound it makes, A male grunts, A female hisses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are no public toilets in Peru. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Samuel Clemens [aka Mark Twain] was born in 1835 when Haley's Comet came into view. When he died in 1910, Haley's Comet came into view again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The pound sign is called a 'octothorp.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In 1963, baseball pitcher Gaylord Perry remarked, "They'll put a man on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon before I hit a home run." On July 20, 1969, a few hours after Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, Gaylord Perry hit his first, and only, home run&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Dreamt" is the only word in the English language to end in "mt."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Queen termite can live up to 50 years and have 30,000 children every day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The term, "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" is from Ancient Rome. The only rule during wrestling matches was, "No eye gouging," eveything else was allowed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Dalmatian is the only dog that can get gout&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The male gypsy moth can smell the virgin female up to 1.8 miles away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A male emperor moth can smell a female emperor moth up to 7 miles away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet out of the body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A puff of smoke, such as when someone is smoking a cigarette or a pipe &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is called " a lunt "&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The name "Pinocchio" is from Tuscany, Italy and means "pine nut" or "kernel".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gilligan of Gilligan's Island had a first name that was only used once, on the never-aired pilot show. His first name was Willy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It was the left shoe that Aschenputtel (Cinderella) lost at the stairway, when the prince tried to follow her. It was originally the right, but the translator messed up again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cinderella's slippers were originally made out of fur. The story was changed in the 1600's by a translator. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour %26amp; if you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For 47 days in 1961, the painting "Matisse's Le Bateau (The Boat)" was hanging upside down in the Museum of Modern Art in New York. None of the over 116,000 visitors seem to have noticed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walt Disney named Mickey Mouse after Mickey Rooney, whose mother he dated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lorne Greene had one of his nipples bitten off by an alligator while he was host of "Lorne Greene's Animal Kingdom."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The magic word 'Abracadabra' was originally intended for the specific purpose of curing hay fever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The phrase "rule of thumb" was popularized by an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb top to first joint. (a thumb measurement is an inch)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More redheads are born in Scotland UK than in any other part of the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Sanskrit word for 'war' means - "desire for more cows".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The average bed is home to over 5 billion dust mites.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Only female wasps, bees, and mosquitoes sting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Las Vegas means "The Meadows" in Spanish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Born on November 2, 1718, British politician, John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, is credited with naming the 'sandwich.' He developed a habit of eating beef between slice of toast so he could continue to play cards uninterrupted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ice hockey was first played in 1885 by British soldiers stationed in Canada&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Armored knights raised their visors to identify themselves when they rode past their king. This custom has become the modern military salute.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your fingernails grow 4 times faster than your toe nails&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pain travels faster than 3000 feet per second&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A cow produces 200 times more gas a day than a person&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*About 10,000,000 people have the same birthday as you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The snail mates only once in it's entire life, also a snail has 4 noses&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Coca-Cola company is the biggest consumer of sugar in the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The dot that appears over the letter "i" is called a tittle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All major league baseball umpires must wear black underwear while on the job (in case their pants split)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Captain Kirk never said "Beam me up, Scotty," but he did say, "Beam me up, Mr. Scott"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The word gymnasium comes from the Greek word gymnazein which means to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercise naked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone thought Albert Einstein suffered from dyslexia, because he couldn't speak properly until he was 9 years old.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mel Blanc (the voice of Bugs Bunny) was allergic to carrots&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The nation of Monaco on the French Riviera, is smaller than Central Park in New York. Monaco is 370 acres and Central Park is 840 acres&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gweneth Paltrow's nickname for Steven Speilberg is "Uncle Morty." Steven Speilberg calls Gweneth Paltrow "Gwynnie the pooh."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The sorcerer's name in Disney's Fantasia is Yensid, which happens to be Disney backwards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Armadillos are the only animal besides humans that can get leprosy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The world's longest name is: Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Shermasn Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorft Sr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shirly Temple received 135,000 presents on her 8th birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When Christopher Columbus and crew landed in the New World they observed the natives using a nose pipe to smoke a strange new herb. The pipe was called a "tabaka" by the locals, hence our word tobacco.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The sound of E.T. walking was made by someone squishing her hands in jelly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hitler and Napoleon both had only one testicle. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In ancient China, people committed suicide by eating a pound of salt. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Queen Victoria [UK 1837-1901] eased the discomfort of her monthly cramps by having her doctor supply her with marijuana. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The average human eats 8 spiders in their lifetime at night. [usually in our sleep] ~ this is a MYTH&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough energy is produced to create an atomic bomb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sugar was first added to chewing gum in 1869 by a dentist (William Semple). One way to assure business!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Ramses brand condom is named after the great phaoroh Ramses II who fathered over 160 children.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The names of the three wise monkeys are: Mizaru: See no evil, Mikazaru: Hear no evil, and Mazaru: Speak no evil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Spanish word esposa means "wife." The plural, esposas, means "wives," but also "handcuffs."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their butts. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There was one U.S. state that no longer exists? In 1784 the U.S. had a state called Franklin, named after Benjamin Franklin. But four years later, it was incorporated into Tennessee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The clinical term for a hairy buttocks is "daysypgal."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A duck's quack doesn't echo, and ... no one knows why.~ MYTH everything echoes. University students have recorded a ducks echo. It is usually so quiet we cannot hear it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language. ??? Maybe if said fast.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clans many many years ago that wanted to get rid of their unwanted people without killing them, burnt their houses down - hence the expression " to get fired." !!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some more bizarre facts?&lt;br&gt;A baby elephant weighs less than a blue whale's tongue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharks can sense the heartbeat of other fish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donald duck was banned in finland because he doesn't wear pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ant is proportionally the strongest animal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cockroaches chew on your eyebrows and lashes&lt;br&gt;Reply:take a look at &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nowyouknoweverythin...                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:That one about Donald Duck being banned in Finland cause he doesn't wear pants is only an Urban Myth. :)  It's still funny, tho.                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:£ is not names octothorpe, # is an octothorpe.                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:Haha, I starred you. =)                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:Interesting thing to know mate.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wow, I have to save this for later! I love this kind of stuff! Well done!&lt;br&gt;Reply:OMG - brilliant - where on earth did you get these bizzare facts from that I am now boring my husband silly with!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Actually, quite amusing.  Thanks  :)))&lt;br&gt;Reply:prtty cool stuff.&lt;br&gt;Reply:WOW!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:awesome stuff!  THANKS!  i am going to WOW my husband with wacky info!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Good to know&lt;br&gt;Reply:man i wish the doctor could give me some weed for my cramps if the queen can do it then so can i&lt;br&gt;Reply:how do you ask such a long question?&lt;br&gt;Reply:So much info! so little time...&lt;br&gt;Reply:my brain hurts...look away look away before it sucks you in!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sorry what was your question?.........smart ****!&lt;br&gt;Reply:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...&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;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your name again?&lt;br&gt;Reply:zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6035239401537946685?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6035239401537946685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-more-bizarre-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6035239401537946685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6035239401537946685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-more-bizarre-facts.html' title='Some more bizarre facts?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8459741478630504817</id><published>2009-11-14T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:08:26.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this gay??? REALLY need help with this!!?</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Me and my buddy were working on a truck, and he said he wanted to become a ballerina b/c he would be surrounded by vag and in positions to grab a feel every now and than. I think that it is still gay because no matter what your still in pink slippers and tights dancing around, and even if it wasnt gay once you subject yourself to that your more or less gay anyways even you are still into the ladies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, majority decides if its gay or not. Much appreciated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this gay??? REALLY need help with this!!?&lt;br&gt;He is not gay, but he is pathetic! How desperate can you get? Call him a vag hag for me!&lt;br&gt;Reply:He's not gay. Sounds like he's secure enough in his sexuality to realize that non-traditional roles get you more women than traditional roles. How secure are you in your sexuality? Is working on your truck and drinking a Bud and wearing blue what defines you as a man? Or can you let go of the stereotypes enough to realize that who you are is more than just the manly things you do and wear?&lt;br&gt;Reply:In the past 30 years or so, there were two great and famous Russian male ballet stars.  One was straight and the other was gay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you seem to think that the only way a man can be straight is if he has guzzles beer after work, chews tobacco and smokes cigars, has a beer belly hanging over his belt, smears axle grease on his face, unloads trucks, runs around the house in his boxers and undershirt, eats macaroni and beans, burps and farts as loud as he can?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that gay men have a monopoly on being refined and sophisticated?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Dude, be mature about this, if it's his dream to be a ballerina lt be his dream. Go ahead think he's gay and crap, but the only gay one (weird one i mean) is going to be you for being such an *** for judging him for doing something he WANTS to do. It's his life, and his choices, not yours.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wanting to be a dancer is no more a factor of what persons sexual preference is, than being a lead male actor in violent movies!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he came on to you, that would be a strong factor in the gay direction.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends" are allowed to say dumb things, once in a while!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Figure!&lt;br&gt;Reply:hey i used to be a dancer and no you were black shoes black tights and either a black or white shirt and no that does not mean he is gay&lt;br&gt;Reply:You are falling for stereotypes...there are many male ballet dancers who are straight...don't fall into that trap about any field..there are straight and gay men in all fields, including heavy sports.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Grow up, he's obviously straight and extremely immature.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Unless he's going there to pick up guys, he's not gay.&lt;br&gt;Reply:well its not gay to do ballerina you wear tights for guys maybe he want to meet girls or relax&lt;br&gt;Reply:doen't sound it to me sounds like he was joking around.  maybe he likes to dance (which doesn't make him gay)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not gay, lol.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Dude, grow the f^ck up!!  He wants to be one to feel up women!!  You don't get any straighter than that!!  :@)&lt;br&gt;Reply:you're an id!ot.!&lt;br&gt;Reply:On one hand he's still the same guy you've always known. You know one of his secrets now, but he's still the same guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think your concerns of him getting AIDS or becoming a child molestor are probably a little unfounded. AIDS is no longer a predominantly gay disease, and not *all* gay people will be molestors. If he's not done anything by now he probably wont.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you are now in the awkward situation of having a gay best friend who may feel very differently about you than you previously thought he did. What will you do if he makes advances towards you? How would you feel sharing a dorm now? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is the same person, there's no telling how he looks at you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I wouldn't find it possible to have a gay friend like that. Not only do I not agree with the lifestyle, I would be concerned about what's potentially going on in his head about me. Everything he did would suddenly have questionable motives behind it. Like if we went swimming is he going to check me out? Is he going to check out guys in the changing room? What if he gets a boyfriend and brings him around? Would you be fine with that? With seeing them snog?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be too much of a change in how I view him. While he's still the same person, that new knowledge creates an entirely different version of him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8459741478630504817?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8459741478630504817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-gay-really-need-help-with-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8459741478630504817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8459741478630504817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-gay-really-need-help-with-this.html' title='Is this gay??? REALLY need help with this!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4864330966603583517</id><published>2009-11-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:08:07.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me teach this guys a lesson. Easy Points?</title><content type='html'>I bet 3 girls at work and lost the bet.. The loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot, pampering them for the weekend. I am not allowed to just take them to the spa they want me to do everything. They were thinking lots of foot massages, maybe a manicure, pedicures, taking their slippers off and on, wash hair, brush it, and straighten it, chick flicks. Part of losing is to gather ideas from other ladies here. They are also posting cause they think i am doing a bad job. Please give them some good ideas. Just list what you would want done. They are not supposed to lift a finger&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help me teach this guys a lesson. Easy Points?&lt;br&gt;all those that you mention sound great, you should also be serving them drinks, making them snacks and dinner and stuff.  and be sure not to complain while you're pampering them...lol...good luck man&lt;br&gt;Reply:Cook them dinner. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean their houses. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive them to a club for a night out on the town and pick them up when they ask you to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lingerie shopping with them. Hold the panties and bras on hangers while they pick them out to try them on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do their laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how many girls are we talking about? This could be alot of work!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'd want them to bake me brownies. And all things chocolate really.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Try to dress them!&lt;br&gt;Reply:ask them if they want a cup of tea and switch the sugar to salt. ask them if they want their bag then 'accidently' drop it and make sure tampons/towels/condoms fall out they will be embarresed and pick it up for you :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4864330966603583517?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4864330966603583517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-teach-this-guys-lesson-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4864330966603583517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4864330966603583517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-teach-this-guys-lesson-easy.html' title='Help me teach this guys a lesson. Easy Points?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5500361328846842288</id><published>2009-11-14T21:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:07:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a good business...?</title><content type='html'>i'm a student and my friend and i decided to have a business, we will sell blouse, bags, and slippers for women through Multiply kasi mas madali un instead of renting a place...lalaki kaming dalawa tapos target namin market is ung ladies so medyo mahihirapan kame mag-compete sa iba kasi babae ung mga entrepreneur ng ganun, so penge advice na rin&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this a good business...?&lt;br&gt;I think it would be a good idea to take on that type of business, since retail is always a smart idea. But I think you should establish your presence outside the internet as well. You may not have to necessarily rent a place, but try making print ads, and make sure that you have a very catchy theme going on so that the potential customers would prefer your products over the ones that are visible around them. Visibility is very important to any business. ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br&gt;Reply:check this: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://candypopshop.multiply.com/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the blog so you can get some idea. or ask an advice from the owner of the site&lt;br&gt;Reply:Scarlet's right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I add to contact scholl teachers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of mouth, you know.  And teachers have vast connections with the communities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://football-cleats-shoes.blogspot.com/&gt;football cleats shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5500361328846842288?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5500361328846842288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-good-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5500361328846842288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5500361328846842288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-good-business.html' title='Is this a good business...?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-9115412885005558384</id><published>2009-11-14T21:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:07:36.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred goes to see if his friend john needs any help as he's broken his leg.?</title><content type='html'>"hi John is there anything i can do for you" " hi fred please can you go upstairs and get my slippers". fred goes upstairs and he walks in to a bedroom where there are two beautiful young ladies, they ask him what he wants. he tells them that john had sent him up to give them both a portion. they didn't believe him and they told him to prove it. so hr shouted down "john you did say both" to which john replied " yes fred no point in having just the one is it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fred goes to see if his friend john needs any help as he's broken his leg.?&lt;br&gt;hahaha very good&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahaha&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahahahahaa brilliant, you get better all the time hun!!!!....pmsl&lt;br&gt;Reply:good one&lt;br&gt;Reply:Old but still funny.&lt;br&gt;Reply:thats good lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:hehehe fred is a bad boy lmao....thx for the laugh....star!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hahahahahhaaaaa, lucky sod. Great wording my friend lol.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Love It&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-9115412885005558384?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9115412885005558384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/fred-goes-to-see-if-his-friend-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9115412885005558384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/9115412885005558384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/fred-goes-to-see-if-his-friend-john.html' title='Fred goes to see if his friend john needs any help as he&apos;s broken his leg.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6293462180514106984</id><published>2009-11-14T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:07:22.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 28, Am I getting to old? Should I now start to think of getting a pipe and slippers?</title><content type='html'>Maybe a flat cap and a cardigan? I maybe should have someone to take me for walks and things? It seems only like yesterday when I left Oxford. Is there life after 30? I saw a very old lady un the shop today, She is 32. I give her the old wink, wink like what you do and she gave me a cackle back but I moved on a bit sharpish. Am I to old to pick up a new woman?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am 28, Am I getting to old? Should I now start to think of getting a pipe and slippers?&lt;br&gt;I'm going turn 28... I've been feeling really old lately- like 80, but then I realized that it's almost all in your mind... you have to keep the young you image in your mind and you'll stay that way longer.  You have to start worrying about your diet and figure though!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I bet there are a bunch of 40 yr olds that want to smack you right now :)   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arent old.  If you can say "im in my 20's" and its the truth, you're considered a young adult.  That big 3-0 keeps getting closer and closer tho, doesnt it?&lt;br&gt;Reply:At 28 I was %26amp; still am full of life.lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:trust me, there is no life after 30.&lt;br&gt;Reply:You'll soon be applying to join the 'Derby %26amp; Joan' club dude!.....&lt;br&gt;Reply:soon, you will forget where your waist is, and your pants will ride up to just below your nipples.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh my goodness you aren't old. Get the pipe and slippers when you hit 65, NOT now&lt;br&gt;Reply:P*** off,you cheeky young pup!&lt;br&gt;Reply:its not your age, its your attitude, change that and you will be fine&lt;br&gt;Reply:you forgot about your subscription for peoples friend !&lt;br&gt;Reply:No your not getting too old.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should live your life like you want to. If you want to settle down with pipe and slippers fine, but if you want to go out picking women up thats fine too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nearly 28, so please dont say that we are old.  Itll just depress me even more!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Come into my world old boy.Bus pass to look forward to as well!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm 43 and have a hash-pipe and a pair of Homer slippers. There is life after 30! My joints are in good shape too :))&lt;br&gt;Reply:28 is the new 18....except you can by a nice brandy to sip by the fire place in the study.&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha ha ha I`m 20 years older than you,,,but I do have a pipe lol,,,,&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well Excuse Meeeeeeeeeeee....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 29 and just started living my life so watch it!!! lol ;0)&lt;br&gt;Reply:my birth certificate does not have a best before date.lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:28, f*ck me, that's ancient&lt;br&gt;Reply:28 ? lol ah so young-im 47 might have slowed down a bit but life hasnt stopped for me yet&lt;br&gt;Reply:28???  life begins at 40 as they say! u gt loadsa yrs left in u yet!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Cheeky chappie!!! Im 32 and I have started to really enjoy life, all I did in my twenties was worry about what people think, now I dont care.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great being in your 30s.  Young enough to be silly but old enough to command respect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:LOL whatever!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:You sound like young fogey to me.  If so there is no hope for you.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Im 28 too, Its ok 4 guys. Men look better with age. Its all down hill for me now! lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:i hope you got your pension sorted then&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm going back to college and will potentailly still be in eductaion when I'm 29 (I'm 26 now) so I hope there's still a chance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck man.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Lol i already have the cat but seeing that you are so ancient you should get a bulldog or no...... waiting for inspiration      ☼     a tortoise&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2daisy.blogspot.com/&gt;daisy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6293462180514106984?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6293462180514106984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-28-am-i-getting-to-old-should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6293462180514106984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6293462180514106984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-28-am-i-getting-to-old-should-i.html' title='I am 28, Am I getting to old? Should I now start to think of getting a pipe and slippers?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6386176270962605538</id><published>2009-11-14T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:07:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Ideas please?</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend just lost a bet to me in a racquetball game.  He was talking all sorts of trash how girls cant play sports and stuff like that.  He plays every week, so all i had to do was score 5 points.  Winner is the other person's slave for the weekend and will do everything.  Can't embrass the person outside the house.  I am going to spend the weekend in my pjs and fuzzy slippers. He will be wearing a pair of my pjs and a nice pair of pink fuzzy slippers while he is waiting on me hand and foot.  What are some good ideas that i can make him do.  I want to make him play for his comments about girls? I am going to make sure I dont lift a finger.  Any suggestions ladies?  Thank you in advance for your time and answers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fun Ideas please?&lt;br&gt;have him cook/clean while wearing an apron.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u could have him bring u weird things, like tampons or something... or u can sit back and watch something he would really enjoy--a sports game or something; and have him bring u beers/fill the dip bowl/etc. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u cant embarrass him outside; then have ppl from outside come in--invite friends over.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on which way u want to go--u could act macho to rub it in, or act like a total girl and watch lifetime or what not. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure u have him do chores that u hate; and more importantly he hates but that he would normally do for him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say u should have him do his own makeup at well; he'll have to see what u go through and then he'll look mentally retarded.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Make him wear an apron while cooking you dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I just lost to my GF bowling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we didn't bet. :-).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER, NEVER think that women can't play sports.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Don't go anywhere this weekend.  Invite a ton of your friends over, also a ton of his friends over.  Make him dress like a female from head to toe.  Put tons of face makeup on him and paint his fingernails and toenails.  Make him do all the chores around the house.  Sit on the couch watching your favorite shows while he goes and gets you drinks and/or foods that you ask him to get.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be creative and have fun!  :)    i hope you have a blast&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6386176270962605538?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6386176270962605538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-ideas-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6386176270962605538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6386176270962605538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-ideas-please.html' title='Fun Ideas please?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-856325668375523169</id><published>2009-11-14T21:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:06:50.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which of the following clothing items would you be comfortable wearing?</title><content type='html'>1. for ladies ; thong, for men ; speedo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. musical band logo tee shirt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a bow tie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a large belt buckle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. for ladies ;halter top...for men ; tank top (sleeveless shirt)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. sequined outfit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. fuzzy slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. cowboy or cowgirl boots&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. white ankle length socks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. tuxedo (for male or female)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than one answer is cool..=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx~&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which of the following clothing items would you be comfortable wearing?&lt;br&gt;Believe it or not I've got on most of those right now.  Morning sweetness. ♥&lt;br&gt;Reply:Thong - no thanks. There's a reason I call it 'butt floss' you know!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band t-shirt - Yes, I have many :o)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow tie - For a fancy dress party, maybe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large belt buckle - absolutely! I have a belt with a big silver one on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halter top - No, I don't like showing my arms off...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequined outfit - NEVER in a million years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy slippers - who told you about those? :o) I have bunny slippers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy boots - Definitely yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White ankle socks - Nope. I don't do plain white socks of any length.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tux - No, I'd look like a penguin!&lt;br&gt;Reply:2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br&gt;Reply:1 and 7 ..i'm easy haha&lt;br&gt;Reply:1. for men ; speedo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. musical band logo tee shirt&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;br /&gt;5. men ; tank top (sleeveless shirt)&lt;br&gt;Reply:7 and 9&lt;br&gt;Reply:1 3 4 7 9 10 not all at the same time tho&lt;br&gt;Reply:2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.&lt;br&gt;Reply:ooh, fuzzy slippers and your thong&lt;br&gt;Reply:1-5-7-8&lt;br&gt;Reply:1 for either gender&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br&gt;Reply:2, 5, 7, 8, and 9&lt;br&gt;Reply:thong %26amp; halter tops&lt;br&gt;Reply:1) You've got a sense of humor, don't you? Why not? I'm up for a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If it's a good band, a little free advertising is okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If it's black, and I'm wearing a dinner jacket, we're good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Only if we're standing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Got a couple.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Only because I'd love to see you laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Are they warm? Does the dog need to go out?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Got a pair. Comfy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) WHOA! I'm back in gym class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Got one, looks pretty good.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Tank top&lt;br&gt;Reply:fuzzy slippers&lt;br&gt;Reply:2 ,7,8&lt;br&gt;Reply:speedo&lt;br&gt;Reply:7. fuzzy slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. cowboy or cowgirl boots&lt;br&gt;Reply:1. Never&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not since High School&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Um not since like 1979. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Not a big fan of the tank top other than as an undershirt. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tony Lama's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Um, only with my sneakers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 3 prom's and my wedding day. That's enough.&lt;br&gt;Reply:1,7 and 9.&lt;br&gt;Reply:All except 3, 6, 8, and 10&lt;br&gt;Reply:A musical band logo tee shirt and some fuzzy slippers.... and i'm set&lt;br&gt;Reply:2 and 5!&lt;br&gt;Reply:1 and 7&lt;br&gt;Reply:not all at the same time, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br&gt;Reply:all of them.&lt;br&gt;Reply:2 + 7&lt;br&gt;Reply:Would we be wearing each item on its own?&lt;br&gt;Reply:2, 7 %26amp; 10..probably all together&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm a man and i would still wear the thong!! in fact i would prefer that to the speedo's!! I would honestly be comfortable wearing any of the other things on your list.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-856325668375523169?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/856325668375523169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-of-following-clothing-items-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/856325668375523169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/856325668375523169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-of-following-clothing-items-would.html' title='Which of the following clothing items would you be comfortable wearing?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6159110801059683066</id><published>2009-11-14T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:06:36.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies: do you paint your toenails in the winter?</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency NOT to do so because really... who is going to see them?  When I'm at home the majority of the time I'm wearing slipper socks, but I'm curious to know if anyone actually maintains their pedicures in the winter (this excludes those lucky biotches in the warmer states, of course)&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies: do you paint your toenails in the winter?&lt;br&gt;Girl It doesn't mater who sees your toes in the winter I Paint mine to match the holidays. IT's the running joke in my family!!! Last year to have funI painted my toes green and red then I took small jingle bells covered them in glitter and Hot super glued them to my toes ( word of advice don't use super glue) and ran around barefoot at my grandmothers christmas party It's alot of fun and It gets a good laugh  And if you don't want that much of an extreme then just keep up with a clear coat you never know when you'll be snuggleing with someone barefoot who likes to look at your pretty feet...&lt;br&gt;Reply:I do because I think it still looks fabulous to have nice looking toes all year round.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well I'd love to continue to everyday - but I always forget or don't have the time !!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I don't stop painting them just because it's winter.. but now you've said.. I guess it does seem pretty pointless under socks !&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sorry no point.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes, I do polish my toenails in the winter. I don't care if other people can see them or not,. I can see them, and that's all that matters.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes I do even though its winter i still get bored and paint them if I'm couped up in the house&lt;br&gt;Reply:I live in the frozen land of Wisconsin, and I still get pedi's every 2-3 weeks. I have to. It's just one of those things I do for myself since I always do so much for everyone else, especially my son and fiance. It's nice to just relax and take some me time, plus, it makes me feel pretty!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ya i paint my toenails all the time i cant stand to not havethem painted!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;Reply:i live in cali, and i keep up with painting my toenails because i never know whose gonna see them. like somedays its randomly hot but most time its cold. but if im hanging out in my house or somebody elses and no shoes ... then yeah i want cute toenails. we also still go in the spa alot so yeahhhh.&lt;br&gt;Reply:no&lt;br&gt;Reply:I may soak my feet from time to time in the winter and when i do that i may paint them. Other than that no, i really don't. I'm like you-who is going to see my feet in the winter time!&lt;br&gt;Reply:ya i dont but  now i will start too cause i have kick boxing and u have to take off your shoes soo im just gonna paint my toes anyways but if i didnt have kick boxing i wouldnt =]&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6159110801059683066?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6159110801059683066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-paint-your-toenails-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6159110801059683066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6159110801059683066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-paint-your-toenails-in.html' title='Ladies: do you paint your toenails in the winter?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4906807516389063335</id><published>2009-11-14T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:06:18.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! He need all your best ideas!?</title><content type='html'>A guy at work bet me and 2 other girls and we won.  The loser was the other persons slave for the weekend.  If he won the 3 of us were going to have to pamper him and wait on him hand and foot for the weekend. Since we won he want to make him pay and pamper us. The deal is that the loser must do everything, cant take the easy way out and send us to a spa.  We wear heels all week, work our *** off and we deserve to be waited on hand of foot.  We were thinking he should have to buy us all comfy pj pants, fuzzy slippers and socks that we can wear while he pampers us. Ladies help us show this guy that he has made a mistake. What should we make him do for the weekend?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! He need all your best ideas!?&lt;br&gt;Let him run errands for u..All the work in the world that would take up ur money and time.But try not to get him to take out his money because it does not hurt as much..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get him to go pay ur bills,mow ur lawn,do ur plumbing,buy groceries,pick up all of u for work and drop off after work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,basically enjoy a free slave!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Make him give pedicures and your houses&lt;br&gt;Reply:Make him doall your errands and your chores, everything you loath doin, but it's gotta be done (the dirty work). Nothing teaches a lesson like hard labor. That way you have time to pamper yourselves (with his money of course). Because frankly no one knows how to pamper you best, but you.&lt;br&gt;Reply:don't rape his wallet. make him do dirty work&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh my god I'm SO turned on by everything you just said... Sorry about that lol I have a sex drive that could block out the sun XD. Make him give you all back/shoulder/leg/neck/foot massages. Actually have him do your arms too (sounds weird but I've done it to a lot of girls and almost all liked it a lot)&lt;br&gt;Reply:well, dont ask for too much money, I would make him get up early, make me break fast in bed, then massage me, paint my nails, cook me dinner and clean the house afterwards. I would not make him have to pay for anything.&lt;br&gt;Reply:you cant make him buy stuff. that's against the rules. he has to do stuff like get ur food, ur coat, mow your lawn, etc. or else if he wins he would ask for a $100,000.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2gary.blogspot.com/&gt;gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4906807516389063335?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4906807516389063335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-help-us-teach-man-lesson-he-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4906807516389063335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4906807516389063335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-help-us-teach-man-lesson-he-need.html' title='Girls help us teach a man a lesson!! He need all your best ideas!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-396433676647816686</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:05:58.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 25 weeks pregnant.I get sharp backpains nowadays.?</title><content type='html'>I am confused,Is this due to expansion of hip or something else.If i take rest then it will be ok.I got foot pain also sometimes.For this i have to wear socks or slippers in home?Pls need help from pregnant ladies....Do u also get this pain in 25 weeks?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am 25 weeks pregnant.I get sharp backpains nowadays.?&lt;br&gt;Back pain is very normal during pregnancy. I am currently 37 weeks pregnant and have experienced back pain during that time. It is from a variety of things including weight gain of the baby, stretching of the ligaments, and pressure at this point. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hope this helps you!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes i'ts normal, and you will not be comfortable again until well after you deliver.  Sorry,  I have three kids.  IIt's all part of the ride.  Everythings moving and changing it's all a part of prep for delivery. Wait till your Vajj starts to hurt&lt;br&gt;Reply:You need to tell your doc just as a precaution.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-396433676647816686?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/396433676647816686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-25-weeks-pregnanti-get-sharp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/396433676647816686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/396433676647816686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-25-weeks-pregnanti-get-sharp.html' title='I am 25 weeks pregnant.I get sharp backpains nowadays.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-54353599751312567</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:05:46.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Invention For Housework?! Must Have!!!!!!!!?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pair of slippers that will hoover the carpet!! do you think this will be a seller?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the early stages at the mo, but 'they' are saying it will be the must have for 2007&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;A New Invention For Housework?! Must Have!!!!!!!!?&lt;br&gt;LOL I'd buy a pair of they came with a free butler, who would wear them with a leopard print thong and nothing else whilst doing all the housework!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I am sorry but i have already copywrited this invention,just after my bed making alarm clock teasmade!Hee!Hee!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Concept sounds great,but have you noticed that most of our time these days is taken up running all these labor saving devices?&lt;br&gt;Reply:id buy them anyway anything to make life easier!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Good idea,Is your son at the skate park?you were worried&lt;br&gt;Reply:yess!  Have seen them in the paper today.  Must have&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but NOT for Christmas.  Mr. GorgeousFluffpot is forbidden to buy me household goods for Xmas, only fluffy expensive baubles)&lt;br&gt;Reply:blah,blah,blah. get for real&lt;br&gt;Reply:I think it very clever - l hope they only make them is ladies style tho ;-)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'll wait awhile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll be cheaper&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-54353599751312567?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/54353599751312567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-invention-for-housework-must-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/54353599751312567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/54353599751312567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-invention-for-housework-must-have.html' title='A New Invention For Housework?! Must Have!!!!!!!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3768467765653345144</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:05:29.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is in charge in the Mugabe household?</title><content type='html'>http://www.news24.com/News24/Africa/Zimb...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baba", as she so affectionately calls him, may be president but I think she wears the pants. I don't think there was any trouble before he married her (based on speculation)- maybe at home he fetches her beer and slippers after a long day of shopping. I think Bob does want to retire, 84 years and still "running" a country is pretty hectic for an old man,  but young Grace wants to be first lady for as long as possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she kicks over his zimmer frame in the mornings and tells him to get his lazy butt to work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Bob is around today and can answer the question for us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who is in charge in the Mugabe household?&lt;br&gt;Gees dude is 84 and She is 44 years old.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they must be viagras best customers...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pushing pulling of Zanu PF and Changerai has to go... Okay maybe MDC is just a puppet show as they are funded by Brits.. But 27 years BRA...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABA MUST GO..!!!!!!!!  TOO MUCH VIAGRA IS KEEPING HIM UP BEAT..&lt;br&gt;Reply:If I were Tsangirai I would not want to move into the syphilis infected presidential house in the first place in fear of infection and yes, Grace definitely wears the pants in that homestead and most probably in the ZanuPF caucus as well, doesn't really matter either way, one illiterate can easily be interchanged with the next.&lt;br&gt;Reply:The housekeeper?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh, for the love of Grace!&lt;br&gt;Reply:truth is crazier than fiction!&lt;br&gt;Reply:his name spelt backwards is  E-BA- GUM&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3768467765653345144?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3768467765653345144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-is-in-charge-in-mugabe-household.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3768467765653345144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3768467765653345144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-is-in-charge-in-mugabe-household.html' title='Who is in charge in the Mugabe household?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8346366077966611867</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:05:11.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's THIS story going?</title><content type='html'>Dead End Living&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;br /&gt;                   Chapter One:Meeting On The Doorstep&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;br /&gt;      "Alanna, aren't you going to come and meet your new next door neighbors?"Mother called from the doorstep downstairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Psht, no way!" I shouted from over head. Meeting the people who were moved into my dead grandmothers house were of no interest to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Alanna....Now!!"My Birth right growled. I sighed, I knew I wasn't going to be able to win this. It always ended up her winning. Like she had been through it once and was a perfect profesional. So with that thought in mind I sulkily slide down the stair well and came beside my Mother. I did it dramaticly, showing that these peopel didn't interest me one bit. Standing before us were three normal looking people. A mother, A son about 15 or 16, and a boy about my age.. around 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Hello Alanna,"The mother said. She had a sweet smile, and nice face. As though she was carved by a profesional."This is Brian," she gestured to the older boy,"and this is Connor,"she said putting her right hand on the younger ones shoulder."And my name is Nora, it's a pleasure to meet a young lady as fiery as my little Connor is," she smiled at me and I shook her hand. So far I liked her. I turned towards the other one and shook his hand, he had a firm and tight grip, one that felt like he was a soldier or something. He had the same small, sweet smile. He smelled like fresh wood and leaves. I turned towards the younger boy, Connor, and held my hand out toward him.I was trying to be polite. But what angered me was that he turned his nose up, spun on his heel and didn't even look at me! So I copied him and didn't say a word. The grown ups were laughing so hard I think my mother almost started crying. That angered me, and I hated him!&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;br /&gt;                  Chapter Two:Under The Willow&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;br /&gt;It had been two years that we lived next to eachother, we were all pretty close by now. Always hanging out with eachother. I even showed both of them the spot I go to when I'm un-happy, or sad. Under the willow. We played and talked together it was just us three for so many hours of the day, that people thought we were siblings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I was having a big fight with mother one day.. it was raining. I got so mad that I ran out into the rain and wwent to my favorite spot, the willow. But when I got there I saw Connor on the rock that I sat on usually, crying. I didn't know what to do at first, so I just stayed there watching him cry. His back was in an odd position and he didn't look to comfortable. I decided to go comfort him. Even Though I didn't know how to comfort him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Walking over to his side, and sitting close next to him I said, "Hey Connor, whats wrong?" I placed my arm on his shoulder and started rubbing his back, I was copieing Mother's gestures, and I guess it worked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "M-M-Mom D-Died.. Last N-Night in her s-sleep..."He sobbed on my shoulder,"G-G-Grandma's comming tomorrow to watch over us.."He put his arms around my neck, while his tears stained my shirt I thought of what to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "It's ok..You're alright.." I rubbed his head gently with the back of my head. I said the same sentence over and over again."I'll protect you, I won't let you get hurt ever again.." A couple hours later he had cried himself to sleep on my lap, I was still petting his wet hair, still talking to him, telling him that I would protect him, and that he would be alright. He woke the next morning and glanced at me awkwardly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Thank you.."He mumbled, then he looked me in the eyes, "You didn't sleep at all last night?!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I told you I was going to protect you...didn't I?"I mumbled gently as I collapsed onto his lap. As I was closing my eyes I felt wet lips on my cheek, I could have sworn he had kissed me....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Chapter Three:The Willow Again&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;br /&gt; Connor and I were the closest after that day, we were always together, even if it was a simple task my mother wanted us to do, he had to come with me, and I had to come with him. As we got older, the rumors about us being siblings grew fainter, and new ones apeared.. As we walked side by side in the market, we would hear whisperings of, "Aren't they just the cutest love birds you've ever seen?" and others like:"Wow, I would say perfect match,"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we heard them all we did was giggle and scoot a little bit closer.. giving them a small show to look for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But the fun and enjoyment ended when Mother got a letter from the army, stating that father was muchly injuryed and needed to be brought hom for his last few months, I threw a fit and ran, crying, to the older willow, that was surprisingly still there and thriving. I collapsed on the rock beside the tree and cryed, never noticing who was standing behind me telling me soft words that I couldn't hear over the crys coming from me. I finally had no tears left to spread across my cheeks, so I turned to see Connor holding out a hand to me. I grasped his hand firmly and got up. He pulled me towards him and I hugged him so tightly I was afraid that I would crush him. But all he did was stand there, holding me. I knew he already heard the news.I placed my tired head on his shoulder and we knelt down together on the soft grass and slept there, holding to eachother, as though we would never let go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I quielty said to his ear, "Thank you.. " and we slept there all night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning He was sitting by my side watching the birds fly by. I got up as he did. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again I said "Thank Yo-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because his lips were on mine in a second, they were blocking the words that were trying to excape, but yet...I didn't jerk, or move away, it just came natural.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped as we heard our mothers calling for us, I ran towards my mother, he ran towards him. I knew that we had an awkward moment, but..for some reason I knew I that I liked it, no matter how awkward it was.&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;br /&gt;    Chapter Four: Leaving!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been six years we had been together, we were closer then ever Connor and I, especially after the kiss we had at the willow. I was so happy that..where ever I went I got little glances of joy and winks from people I didn't even know. But..the fun of course ended.. Connor and Brian were leaving..for good. They were going off to fight for their country. I couldn't belive it.. they were leaving me.. Connor was leaving me.. I couldn't take it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged Brian a good farewell, wishing him a safe journey. He already knew the feelings I had for Connor, so he didn't take long by saying goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to Connor's turn, we looked at eachother for a logn time, and grasped eachother tightly, I didn't want him to go. I needed to tell him something, something important. Yet, the words wouldn't come out of my mouth, not one single word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He came up to me shakily, and looked at me with his loving eyes, the kind of eyes that seemed to never blink when looking at you. A single tear dribbled down my cheek, he wiped it away with his thumb and bent down to hug me, I hug tightly back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Will you come back..?"I asked shakily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Of course I will, I will never leave you alone, I'll always come back, especially..to.. You,"He said cupping his hand over my cheek. With that he and his brother left me standing on the snowy road.  While watching them walk away, I had a feeling in my stomach that I wouldn't see both of them for a long time.&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;br /&gt;    Chapter Five: Ones Return&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I awoke lazily to beating on my door, being 25 and going to bed at 3 in the morning..so not good to do. I grunted and slipped on a pair of slippers. Opening the door was the easy part, seeing who stood outside of it was the horrible part.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Brian!?"I exclaimed throwing myself at my old freind who was getting older then ever."Where in the world have you been??? I've missed you so much, how are you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I..haven't came back for sure yet.. I just came back to give people..news.."His face was drawn and un-happy, like it usually was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I..what kind of news is that?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, I figured you would want to know first.. You see Connor is... gone.."He said tears swelling up in his eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Gone.. you mean..No..that..that can't be.. He promised he would come back.."I whispered half to myself half to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I know.. the..the funeral is tomorrow..if you want to come.."With that he bowed, and left me standing in the doorway, my whole body hurt.. especially my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Six: Not what it seems&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;br /&gt;Not a lot of people cam to the funeral.. But not too little as well. When everyone except Brian and I had said some words, Brian was called to the stand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shivered, I knew I couldn't do it, even though I needed to..horribly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "He..was an amazing brother, always near me, never faught with me, we were closer then ever.No matter how tough the times got I knew he would be there for me. And I for him. Although his face will be lost within the raging circle of time, his memory will still be aflame," Brian had said so little, yet so much for him.. I almost broke down..almost slide out of conciousness..never to awake untill at least five years past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Priest came back up to the stand and said in a low whisper to me, "Would you like to come up and share something about Connor?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice. I got to my feet and went towards the stand, I glanced awkwardly at the grave that lay before me, with Connor's date of birth and date of death written in small but eligant letters. "Connor was.. " I stopped for a second as tears swelled in my eyes,"Connor was.." I couldn't do it, Tears streamed down my face and I was led off the stage by Brian, who was also crying. When I was out of Brian's grasp I ran towards the willow, I still couldn't belive that it was still alive and thriving. I cried on that rock for it seems like hours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I Haven't seen you cry in awhile.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait..I knew that voice, I jolted up and looked everywhere..it must've been my imagination&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Alana..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my imagination have to toy with my feelings.. I got up and went back to the semitary..there were a few words I had to say before I gave up on life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Six: Confessions&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to his grave I thought of all the memories I had with him, all the times that we were with eatchother, none stop. I smiled mornfully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You were truly an amazing person, Connor.." I said looking at the head stone. I was tryign to keep calm, but seeing his name was just too much for me, I fell to my nees on the moist grass just before his head stone and started saying the same exact sentence over and over again: "I need to tell you something...something important.. I need to tell you.. Need to tell you.. to tell you...tell you that I.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Now, what can be so important to tell a dead person?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That voice again.."Stop! Stop playing with me!!" I screamed.. and started punching the earth beneath me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt warm hands on my hips, lifting me up, while I was still punching the air, with full force."Now, thats no way to treat a long lost freind, wouldn't you think?" I turned my tear stained face towards whoever sounded like my..my love.. I gasped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No..No your..your supposed to be dead!" I screamed at the person who looked liek Connor..only all grown up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Funny how the army never found my body.. " He said, "God, How I've missed you so much, and look at you..your simply beautiful!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Connor..." I placed my aching head on his shoulder and sqeezed him tight, so tight that I don't think I would ever let go of him again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Now tell me.. what is it that you needed to tell me so bad?" He asked looking at me sincerly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Connor..I should've told you sooner, before you..you left me here.. but now since your back..Connor..I.." I stopped, I didn't think I was going to be able to do it. Miraculously, The words erupted out of my mouth with no worry or wrong in them, "Connor I am totally and completely in love with you,"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He smiled, and took my hands in his, "I'm so glad to hear that.. Alanna, I love you more then life its self.. and I need you by my side every waking moment of the rest of my life. If only you would do that simple task for me.." He suddenyl stopped and he drew me closer, then closer, untill our nees were touching. He bent in to my face and looked at me to see what I would do next. I finished for him, we kissed for it seemed like a what seemed liek a decade. I loved him, and he loved me. &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;br /&gt;So I suppose the name says it all.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                This story was planned and written by:&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Bree&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How's THIS story going?&lt;br&gt;YAHHHHHH!!!!! Aww...you got me crying!! Please write more!! Please! Please! For me? Please? You should write a big book, not just short stories! Ah! I loved it so much! It was incredible! OMG! *can't stop laughing, wiping away tears*&lt;br&gt;Reply:Very short chapters.  Lots of spelling and grammatical errors. No suspense or character development.  Good dialog, though.  Keep writing.  Eventually, you may write something publishable.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hmm.....after some revising it'll be pretty good.   Also try more twists in syntax to bring emphasis to something.  For example :"I loved him, and he loved me."  Revise this sentence so it's "I loved him, he loved me."  It just has a better effect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some spelling and grammar errors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  No suspense, kind of boring, I didn't really understand the characters.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I enjoyed it very much.  You need longer chapters and check your grammar.  I would read other things like it.  It was very interesting.  Keep writing, your a natural.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I like it when books have short chapters, cause then it feels like your getting somewhere&lt;br&gt;Reply:Everything is more summarized and told then actually shown to the reader. For example, the thing about her mother telling her that her father was injured. You told us that happened. But in a book, the character would come home to see her mother looking grave. Thoughts would run through her mind. What could've happened? Then you'd go into detail about how her mother slowly explains, looking unsure of herself. The character needs to have a past, so it might detail how she remembered another time that happened, like when the family dog died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adjectives were made for second graders. "Sweet and nice face". Everything can look nice to SOMEONE. That description doesn't help us at all picture that woman. She could be rosy cheeked with full lips, her puffy blonde hair surrounding her small face. Or she could have black silky hair, big brown eyes, and tanned skin. Anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapters much too short. It would make a poorly written short story, but not a chapter story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a long way to go, but if you read constantly and take writing classes, you can get to the point where you're stories will be great. But remember, even the best of stories don't ever get published.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Everything said by the others is basically true. You need a good edit for starters. Spelling and grammar errors. One or two changes in tense. Some places where your paragraphs need to be broken down more logically. Your dialogue isn't too bad but don't rely on it so much to tell your story. Your readers have four other senses. Tell us how things look, or even feel, smell or taste. That is what draws the reader into a story. Pages and pages of dialogue tend to bore readers quickly. Mix it up more. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot more character development. Stop writing and work on character studies. You should know your characters inside and out. If I asked you how does Alanna brush her teeth - up and down or sideways? You should be able to tell me immediately. Or what her favorite flavor of ice cream is. Or even what her grade in math was last semester. I always work to know my characters intimately. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know about your characters the better they become. Now, they are flat and two dimensional. Flesh them out - give them life. That is also how you start to develop backstories and subplots. Nobody has just one thing going on in their lives. People's lives rub against other people's lives and those are your backstories and subplots. A book should tell several stories within one story. At the end, you should have several endings to tie up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a start for you. Your writing is simplistic and has a child-like quality. That is to be expected. As you hone and develop your writing skills, your style will grow. Just work on your basics -- spelling and grammar are your basic tools for communication. Learn how to use them properly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by all means, never share work until you have checked it over. If I was an editor reading this, I would have stopped after two or three paragraphs and sent you a rejection notice. Often you only get a few minutes of a publisher's time before they decide the fate of your work. You have to have a strong beginning and a perfect manuscript or they will bounce you and move on to something else. Also, I think it shows pride in your work. Never show readers something until you have worked it over and made sure it is perfect. Your work is a reflection of you. Always remember that. Learn to use your computer as a writing tool. Word has spellcheck and grammar check settings. Learn to use them. It is a tremendous help. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you. Pax - C&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2cassell.blogspot.com/&gt;cassell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8346366077966611867?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8346366077966611867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/hows-this-story-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8346366077966611867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8346366077966611867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/hows-this-story-going.html' title='How&apos;s THIS story going?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1455464176158166257</id><published>2009-11-14T21:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:04:55.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New spring look?</title><content type='html'>I am 14 years old and want a new style for spring. I have medium brown hair that is layered and cut to my shoulders with bangs. I have light brown eyes. I am 5'4'' and 100 pounds, with no chest but a defined waist. Here's a picture of me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://geophile.com/gallery/oct-dec2006/...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And no, I don't usually wear slippers out of the house.) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfits are completely varied - I have casual, comfy outfits like the one in the picture, my "Catholic school girl outfit" with a plaid skirt, cardigan, and knee socks, regular jeans and a tee or a polo, leggings and tights in crazy colors. In addition, my hair is naturally wavy, but it has run the mill from stick straight to completely curly, depending on what my mood is. I love doing bright eyeliner in colors like turquoise, purple, and green, and adding lip gloss. For shoes, I have leopard print flats, pink flats, black flats, Converse, lady-like heels... everything! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spring look would fit me? Thanks so much!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;New spring look?&lt;br&gt;I would stick to sweet summery pastels and lovely dark plums ~ You look great!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Good luck!!!!!     :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:something cute and flirty !! but yet not to flirty..&lt;br&gt;Reply:Lots of yellows and greens are good!  SInce your 14 im guessing your budget is limited, try Old Navy or American Eagle&lt;br&gt;Reply:Omg i think that someting would look great on you..... a bright spring print dress, a head band, and a pair of wedges. im sorry that probably didnt help at all but i just had an image in my head like that. :) but im serious i think it would look really good.&lt;br&gt;Reply:How about ABERCROMBIE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty expensive though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to these links:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abercrombiekids.com/webapp/wc...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/lifestyle...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, and I hope I could help!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1455464176158166257?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1455464176158166257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-spring-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1455464176158166257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1455464176158166257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-spring-look.html' title='New spring look?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-805279983898458958</id><published>2009-11-14T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:04:39.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I still love her?</title><content type='html'>I've been with my lady 7 months almost and we've had no problems at all. We see eachother all we can, we don't argue and both of families like both of us. Thing is, from the start till now I've had times when I've thought "man, I really love this girl" but alot of the time I can't feel "the love" at all. Am I so in love it's become like a pair of comfortable slippers I can no longer feel on my feet? Or did I never love this girl and never will...it's just now and again that she endears herself to me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do I still love her?&lt;br&gt;Love isn't something you define...love is something that comes from knowing someone and caring about that person. By this I mean, you may think you love her, but do you actions speak louder than your words. Do you do things for her without her having to ask you? Are you nice to her just because you like to see her smile? Do you do things you normally wouldn't do just because you know it makes her happy? Things like these, where you are doing things in hopes to see her smile, make her laugh and keep her happy are the signs that you have fallen in love. Love isn't something like running in the fields screaming "I love her!" It's more about how you show your love...and if you show it does it make you happy to know that you made her happy? If yes, then there you go...you are feeling the love...it's just in a different form than what you thought or think love feels like.  (BTW what do you think love is suppose to feel like). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in some relationships things just happen so naturally and flow so smoothly that you don't feel that rush or thrill people keep boasting about in regards to love.  You are not a teenager anymore, you are a man who cares about a woman, and since your hormones are more in sync with your body, you don't necessarily have to feel the flightiness of a teenager in love...it is a more mature feeling...and that is very different.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wow...sounds like me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look back and remember all those times I said "wow, I love this guy".  It usually helps me realize what have I got to loose...love doesn't happen over night, and you should always remember as long as your happy, you have nothing to loose...My friends tell me to stop worrying about how much I love him or don't love him...They see that i'm happy, and that's all that matters.&lt;br&gt;Reply:If you have to ask, then I think the answer is right in front of you...&lt;br&gt;Reply:its jst yur life and stress take her for a vacation to a ramantic place like paris or india&lt;br&gt;Reply:This does not sound like you are in love. It sounds like you care deeply for her as a friend. This can make a good marriage, but if you are young, I am concerned that you will find someone who brings out the passion in you, and you will leave her for the other woman. Or you might cheat on her, ruining your relationship. If you've only been together 7 months, you should not be feeling like the passion is gone so fast. This is a difficult situation, since she will be hurt if you leave her now, and she will be hurt if you leave her later. If you stay, you may feel you were cheated out of a passionate relationship, and things may deteriorate after a while. In any case, if you are unsure, you should give it more time and see how you feel in 6 months or a year.&lt;br&gt;Reply:yup u do&lt;br&gt;Reply:perhaps the love you felt was attraction and that attraction has become too comfortable that you feel as if your relationship has become boring. pheromones are chemically how people are attracted to each other and i've heard that the pheromones that cause attraction between two people disintegrate after a certain amount of time. perhaps it's just a dry spell between you two. this happens all the time between couples. don't worry about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:tell her we need to part for a few and see if you really miss her.... if so go back to her and stay with her&lt;br&gt;Reply:u r in confused state of love&lt;br&gt;Reply:you still love her, and she still loves you.just like you said about the slippers....you've reached a point where your too comfortable.just try not to evaluate or rate the level of love, just appreciate the fact that you love one another and all will be fine.&lt;br&gt;Reply:the minute you start questioning it your probably not in love anymore. a girlfriend cant be like a pair of comfortable slippers....you probably either got bored with your relationship or changed or something...because like i said the minute you start questioning it..somethings not right&lt;br&gt;Reply:I think maybe your just confused because you've been in the relationship so long.. your re-evaluating your feelnigs.&lt;br&gt;Reply:YOUR THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN REALLY TELL IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE.  YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN WHAT YOUR FEELINGS ARE. IT COULD BE JUST LIKE YOU SAID ITS SO COMFORTABLE THAT YOU CANT FEEL IT. OR MAYBE YOU KNOW YOU DONT LOVE HER BUT YOUR TRYING SO HARD TO.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THE TRUTH MAYBE YOU JUST DONT WANT IT TO BE THE TRUTH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK I HOPE EVERYTHING TURNS OUT WELL!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:kick her out&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-805279983898458958?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/805279983898458958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-still-love-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/805279983898458958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/805279983898458958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-still-love-her.html' title='Do I still love her?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5331150240256898051</id><published>2009-11-14T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:04:15.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4EE shoes for women?</title><content type='html'>My poor mum who's only 56 is housebound but she's always been quite stylish, the last few years her feet have been swollen so she's had to wear "old lady shoe's" as she calls them, i want to get her a lovely pair of 1 %26amp; a half inch heeled shoes. i have no idea where to find a trendy pair of 4EE shoes in london. After my search, to me, if you have wide feet you're classed as needing soft slippers!! Help!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;4EE shoes for women?&lt;br&gt;i'm not sure if they do them that small but evans do wide fitting shoes, i know because i take a 9EE/10 and they are about the only place i can buy them from. Brantano's is also good for strange sized shoes, i know they go down into small sized shoes but im not sure weather they do wide fittings there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the only places i can think of off the top of my head, hope they help!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5331150240256898051?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5331150240256898051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/4ee-shoes-for-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5331150240256898051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5331150240256898051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/4ee-shoes-for-women.html' title='4EE shoes for women?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3692114635721314239</id><published>2009-11-13T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:48:15.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we REALLY do this?</title><content type='html'>My mom left her bunny slippers on and went to work.  Should we bring her shoes or laugh and tell her that she's a bunny bunny lady?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Should we REALLY do this?&lt;br&gt;lol you can bringer her the shoes and laugh and tell hjer shes a bunny lady&lt;br&gt;Reply:Bring her the shoes.  It's the right thing to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.skinskin.com.cn/&gt;skin rash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3692114635721314239?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3692114635721314239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/should-we-really-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3692114635721314239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3692114635721314239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/should-we-really-do-this.html' title='Should we REALLY do this?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2056291380484335404</id><published>2009-11-13T02:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:47:59.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little joke?</title><content type='html'>old lady goes to doctors and says she wants viagra&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her husband.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor says it comes in 3 strenghts,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% semi hard    or&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% very hard   or&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% rock hard &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says 25% will do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only to stop him pissing on his slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little joke?&lt;br&gt;cute&lt;br&gt;Reply:not bad-wasnt rollin round the floor laughin mind u&lt;br&gt;Reply:Little joke is right, if only it could have raised a little laugh, like the viagra.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Funny lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:I don't get it......&lt;br&gt;Reply:fuuny joke nise one kepp then coming&lt;br&gt;Reply:WTF?!?! sorry, dont get it! but it sounds gross so in a way im glad i dont.....&lt;br&gt;Reply:ahhahaha funny.&lt;br&gt;Reply:its alright&lt;br&gt;Reply:Very good&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law likes this one!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving her ideas for father in law&lt;br&gt;Reply:i dont get it and i think its weird and gross&lt;br&gt;Reply:this is a place to ask people about things that they need help with not for you to use as your own joke house....&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha&lt;br&gt;Reply:LOL, Wow.&lt;br&gt;Reply:dam* thats a good one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't laugh to long tho, it might happen to you&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hahaha, that's a good one. It sounds like a joke that'd be from Comedy Central.&lt;br&gt;Reply:you have made my day brill&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2056291380484335404?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2056291380484335404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2056291380484335404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2056291380484335404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-joke.html' title='Little joke?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3162639278134578764</id><published>2009-11-13T02:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:47:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>I've been laid up with a back injury for a few months now and haven't had much in the way of human contact.  I live in a small cottage that's isolated on the border of a state park so not many folks come by.  Yesterday I was on my back deck smoking (I don't smoke indoors) when I heard a knock on my front door.  When I opened it there was an absolutely beautiful UPS lady standing there with a package.  She was maybe a few years younger than me (mid to late thirties) and had a look about her that just stopped my heart.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The transaction took place in a very business like manner and she left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Problem: Being isolated I haven't worried to much about what I wear sooo  when I opened the door she was treated to the sight of me in a cowboy hat (it was raining, I use it instead of an umbrella), an old grey terri cloth robe and bright yellow Pickatchu slippers my 12 yo son gag gifted me for Christmas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys:  How would you recover?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:  How would you react and COULD a guy recover?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What would you do?&lt;br&gt;I would have thought it was adorable!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is the type to judge you on what makes you comfortable, she isn't worth it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would be "dressing you" and controlling you in no time.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Recover? Domestic fashion faux pas are to be expected when you're isolated. Back to her: what did she look like?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3162639278134578764?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3162639278134578764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3162639278134578764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3162639278134578764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7352292787742817113</id><published>2009-11-13T02:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:47:28.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Heidi, the scardey cat.  Do you all think she is coming around ?</title><content type='html'>She is 8 months old and has been a scard cat from the shelters, two to be exact, but loves her partner cat.  We've had her for two months.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying all your suggestions and she is just starting to smell our slippers, clothing, socks anything on the floor and laying on them as to say, it's OK.  She doesn't spray just smells and lays.  She is fixed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still can't touch her.  I just bought, on line, "Essence of Flower" a rescue remedy by Dr. Jean Hovfe,  recommended by "Old Cat Lady".   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you all know how this works.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person who said, "Just talk to her and tell her how much you love her and tell her how beautiful she is" I give you all my gratitude.  And  to he person who said, not to expect anything, but give her only what she can accept is a wonderful thought for us to let go and love what is!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still waiting on the Essence of Flower to cure all.  Let you all know about this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Update on Heidi, the scardey cat.  Do you all think she is coming around ?&lt;br&gt;Some cats just take more time to become acclimated. It sounds as if you are doing a great job with Heidi. Do let us know about the Essence of Flower - I've never heard of that, but it seems interesting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you another bit of advice that may sound totally off the wall. In fact, some of you readers may think I'm a bit "off" in the head, but, what the heck, here goes....along with talking to Heidi, try singing to her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, cats enjoy this. I can sing a couple of verses of&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday" (inserting the cat's name, of course!), and the cat will come around every time!  It's uncanny, but it works!! Just sing in a normal voice - not too loud, and see what happens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! What can it hurt?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes, indeed--she is definitely making progress. Seems like your scent makes her more comfortable now, if she's lying on it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be absolutely shameless, you can bribe her to come closer to you with treats. About once a day, get a little smelly food that cats love--maybe wet food if she usually eats dry--and set it as far from you as she'll come and still be comfortable. Then sit quietly and talk casually, ignoring her, until she goes to eat the food (if she doesn't, it should be moved further away). Then you can start moving the food slowly closer... very slowly indeed; and not out into the middle of the room because she probably doesn't like being out in the open and exposed...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferals back in my old town were taken care of by a friend who owned a restaurant; and though they wouldn't come closer to me than about ten feet, they would move within a foot of her when she came with their food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats trust people who aren't sudden or excitable, who feed them, and who love them... They can really read body language and tone of voice, and tell if you love them. Cats trust people who are predictable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she's young still; I bet she loves to play. Are you trying wand/fishing rod toys on her? Those would help her associate you with fun, while still not having to get very close to you to play.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi might never be a lap cat, or even tolerate more than casual contact and brief, gentle petting; but if she can become a confident house cat who likes human presence, has fun playing, and trusts her human and feline companions, you can consider her rehabilitated. :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:It sounds like you are doing a good job.  It will be worth the wait in the long run.  Keep up the good work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7352292787742817113?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7352292787742817113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-on-heidi-scardey-cat-do-you-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7352292787742817113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7352292787742817113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-on-heidi-scardey-cat-do-you-all.html' title='Update on Heidi, the scardey cat.  Do you all think she is coming around ?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6617037778547115578</id><published>2009-11-13T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:47:12.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What present should I get for my friend?</title><content type='html'>a lovely mousey lady who is 50 today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late, but I thought about some zip-up slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What present should I get for my friend?&lt;br&gt;Minnie is gonna kill bunches - you are now in serious trouble and you wait - remember revenge is sweet:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though you had gone on hols with the sassy magster :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hi, Bunches. I don't know if Lovely Mousey Lady is really 50, since she says she isn't. lol...I think, in either case, she deserves something really special for both reasons:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either turning 50, which is a special year&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       or&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling this nice lady she turned 50, when in fact, she isn't &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should buy her a nice piece of fine jewelry-most woman love fine jewelry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Minnie Mouse.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh Bunches you are so dead my friend. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be persuaded not to send you to the death chamber with a Wii Fit.  I know Mickey searched town yesterday without a result.  A Wii Fit or you have had it Hun.&lt;br&gt;Reply:a cake like this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/madnoh/1363...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mhmolin/223...&lt;br&gt;Reply:50 roses and a nice card.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`v´¯)&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;br /&gt;(¸.·♥´ (¸.·´♥&lt;br&gt;Reply:hmm... yeah slippers are a good idea!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe erm... flowers, chocolates, a book or something you know shes interesterd in!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she likes whatever you do buy her! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br&gt;Reply:No not slippers-she would probably like perfume-try and find out from someone what she likes or maybe a book token!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip up slippers lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:The biggest bar of chocolate you can find.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie's gonna kill you Bunches!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:hope you have nine lives....looks  like a mouse is coming after ya&lt;br&gt;Reply:SHOCK ...HORROR...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunches you are a steel fist in a velvet glove....LOL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howzabout preparation h ???&lt;br&gt;Reply:Why not buy some music CD`s or a good DVD movie. maybe a friendship bracelet or ring.&lt;br&gt;Reply:A tartan shopping trolly and a clear plastic rain hat&lt;br&gt;Reply:flowers %26amp; diamonds&lt;br&gt;Reply:the greatest gift anyone can give is their time ,&lt;br&gt;Reply:Boy, - Bunches....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are YOU in trouble.... =p&lt;br&gt;Reply:How about flowers .. you don't want to remind her of her age&lt;br&gt;Reply:ooops. you am in trouble!&lt;br&gt;Reply:a whole bunch of magazines, cant go wrong and she wont get bored&lt;br&gt;Reply:lol, right bunches, I have a new job, getaway driver. I'll pick you up in 5 mins OK?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.maiguali.com/camera/&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6617037778547115578?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6617037778547115578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-present-should-i-get-for-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6617037778547115578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6617037778547115578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-present-should-i-get-for-my-friend.html' title='What present should I get for my friend?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-114972629250605472</id><published>2009-11-13T02:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:46:54.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Joke Joke?</title><content type='html'>After waiting more than an hour and a half for her date, the young lady decided she had been stood up. Exasperated, she changed from her dinner dress into pajamas and slippers, fixed some popcorn and resigned herself to an evening of TV. No sooner had she flopped down in front of the TV than her door bell rang. There stood her date. He took one look at her and gasped, "I'm two hours late - and you're still not fu**ing ready?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joke Joke Joke?&lt;br&gt;two thumbs up.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soooo true&lt;br&gt;Reply:nice one&lt;br&gt;Reply:funny&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahahah nice&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahaha'' that's funny %26amp; fun''&lt;br&gt;Reply:Joke would have been better without referring to the curse word which was unnecessary.&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahaha clever&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha&lt;br&gt;Reply:lol!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would've slammed the door on his face!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't tell me that this is a true story that happened to you!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:What did he expect? He should have called her to let her know that he was going to be two hours late! Sh*t, I don't blame her! In my opinion, she did the right thing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-114972629250605472?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/114972629250605472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-joke-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/114972629250605472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/114972629250605472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-joke-joke.html' title='Joke Joke Joke?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8333928079026763918</id><published>2009-11-13T02:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:46:40.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see how well u know these 4?</title><content type='html'>80's and 90's movie quotes quiz... 2 or 3 lines from each movie u name the movie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6~ Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris I'm begging you, it's really scary here. I've just seen three people shoot up, a bald Chinese lady with no pants on, and there's this old guy outside who wants his bedroom slippers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the babysitter looked more closely at the kids, she saw that... THEY HAD NO FACES&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7~ Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;."~~~"just put your pickle on everybody's plate college boy and leave the hard stuff to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do my kind of dancin' with a great partner, who's not only a terrific dancer; somebody who's taught me that there are people willing to stand up for other people no matter what it costs them; somebody who's taught me about the kind of person&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lets see how well u know these 4?&lt;br&gt;adventures in babysitting and&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty dancing&lt;br&gt;Reply:adventures in babysitting and&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty dancing&lt;br&gt;Reply:7 is dirty dancing...&lt;br&gt;Reply:Last one- Dirty Dancing&lt;br&gt;Reply:6. adventures in babysitting/ i remember that movie and would love to find it for my kids.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. dirty dancing my all time favorite until i saw city of angles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that one was the ultimate love story along with sweet November.&lt;br&gt;Reply:7 and 8, Dirty Dancing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Adventures in Babysitting" = 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8333928079026763918?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8333928079026763918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-see-how-well-u-know-these-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8333928079026763918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8333928079026763918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-see-how-well-u-know-these-4.html' title='Lets see how well u know these 4?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3731277893544697078</id><published>2009-11-13T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:46:24.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies opinion needed?</title><content type='html'>I bet 3 girls at work and lost the bet.. The loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot, pampering them for the weekend. I am not allowed to just take them to the spa they want me to do everything. They were thinking lots of foot massages, maybe a manicure, pedicures, taking their slippers off and on, wash hair, brush it, and straighten it, chick flicks. Part of losing is to gather ideas from other ladies here.  They are also posting cause they think i am doing a bad job. Please give them some good ideas. Just list what you would want done. They are not supposed to lift a finger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies opinion needed?&lt;br&gt;hmmm. if u live somewere hot &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then take them by a pool &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. pedicures pink and red are to good colors never go wrong with&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.masagges with oil *&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.mask faccials&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.make a delicious desert feed it to them/drinks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.buy a smal bells so whenever your needed you would be there in a ring =]&lt;br&gt;Reply:welcome =]                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:I couldn't stand having someone wait on me hand and foot.. it would make me feel so lazy! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe they want you to cook for them or get them takeout, clean up after them, or make popcorn during the movie or something...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3731277893544697078?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3731277893544697078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-opinion-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3731277893544697078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3731277893544697078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-opinion-needed.html' title='Ladies opinion needed?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3948107411016457541</id><published>2009-11-13T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:46:08.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats this character's name that is on greeting cards?</title><content type='html'>I went to a halloween party and someone was dressed like a lady on greeting card or something. The description of the lady is: She has blue hair or blue rollers, she's kinda old, wears a dress with slippers, wears sunglasses, and has a white dog. She also has some dorky looking husband or son or something. Help, its bothering me&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whats this character's name that is on greeting cards?&lt;br&gt;Maxine&lt;br&gt;Reply:MAXINE!!!! She is from the Shoebox greeting card line from hallmark.  That would have made an interesting costume!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Maxine and the guy is Max (male version of Maxine) i just recently got an email. maybe you will soon. they are funny&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2gordon.blogspot.com/&gt;gordon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3948107411016457541?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3948107411016457541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-this-characters-name-that-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3948107411016457541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3948107411016457541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-this-characters-name-that-is-on.html' title='Whats this character&apos;s name that is on greeting cards?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6770165578003905009</id><published>2009-11-13T02:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:45:51.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 18 yrs old and I love to Crochet??</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else my age love to crochet? Knit? Why do people think it is somthing an old lady should do.... but they love the finished product??? I have made hats, scarves, slippers, purses, bags.... If you crochet... when did you learn how to?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am 18 yrs old and I love to Crochet??&lt;br&gt;I absolutely love to crochet. I learned when I was about 12, but I didn't seriously pick it back up until I was about 18. I'm always learning and it's a great stress reliever at least for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the typical "old lady knitting" stereotype is why people make fun of you for doing it. Most of the time you don't see younger people knitting/crocheting. I've been made fun for it too, but as soon as I finish what I'm making and show someone, they absolutely love it. Don't let it get to you, just remember that's one thing you can do that they can't. :D&lt;br&gt;Reply:Don't worry about what others say, just have fun doing what gives you pleasure...crocheting is a wonderful hobby...and it's not your grandmother's crochet anymore...look at all the wonderful things that you can make...have fun with it!                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:My grandmother taught me how to crochet when I was only nine, and I got pretty good at it. I lost interest though and haven't done it in years. I may pick it back up again someday.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I think it's great.  Crocheting is becoming a lost art.  I'm sure your friends do love what you make. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strarted crocheting when I was about 15.  When I had kids, it was a lot of fun to make them homemade blankets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are 18, you think a lot about what your friends think, but in a few years, no one will think anything about it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may even wish they had learned, and ask you to show them how.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I learned to crochet at about age 15 I would say. Now  I am  WAAY older than that. Even my children are older than that..lol! My grandmother taught me and she had me learn by doing edgings on pillow cases with cotton thread. After that using yarn was a snap!   I think it's all coming back into style to knit and/or crochet nowadays anyway. Have you noticed all the celebrities who are into it? They really are. I belong to a charity group on line , there are tons of them, and we knit, crochet or sew for needy babies. Crocheting is fun and productive. Don't let anyone tell you any different.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I was taught how to crochet when I was probably 14 by my mom but I've forgotten. Recently I have picked up knitting. I love knitting scarves, and currently I'm trying to tackle a blanket. I don't understand why it's thought of as an old lady thing, I think it's fun and I always love how it turns out.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I got my daughters fifteen and seventeen interested in crochet, now they are better than me.  It's not an old lady, it's a lost art.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i learned to crochet at 8 years old.  i learned how to knit at 24.  i do them both...often.  i'm 26.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think it's silly, but i love doing them!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I learned to crochet when I was 9 years old.  I was very hyperactive ( now days they call it ADHD) my mom figured out that if my hands were busy I was calm...very smart mom! Most of my friends were impressed that I could create things and I taught a few of them. I crochet when I am reading, watching TV, I even found that if I crochet at my boys sporting events it kept me from yelling at the referees! I am still crocheting and teaching now, many years later.   Keep it up and when you are my age you will be an expert..if you are not already!&lt;br&gt;Reply:i am 15 and i like to crochet but i had to cuz i was in a juvenile prison 4 3 years&lt;br&gt;Reply:i mean,im an almost 14 year old guy  (my birthdays in august) and I LOVE TO KNIT knitting is like everything 2 me(thats not all I do i mean I do gymnastics also)ive knit EVERYTHING(well almost) from scarves 2 sweaters and I klearned 2 knit from my grandma when I  was about 8.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yep, I crochet and knit :) and I'm 15. I'm pretty bad at crochetting but that doesn't stop me. I learned when I was like 13 or 14. It's great at relieving stress though.&lt;br&gt;Reply:My mom taught me to knit when I was a little girl. When I was a teenager, I learned to crochet and taught my mom. I've been doing it ever since and I'm 48 now. Ignore everyone. They just don't understand the satisfaction you get when you can make something beautiful from a ball of yarn.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I started crocheting at 18 also.  I worked for an Insurance Company which was located in a very busy city.  If you wanted to find a decent parking place you had to get to work&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 1 1/2 hours before work started.  I used to watch a group of women crocheting and chatting and finally got up enough nerve to ask if they would teach me.  I have been crocheting for over 30 years now and it has been my stress reliever, my therapy, and my passion.  For the most part I now crochet for Charity which I really love to do.  It feels so&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to know that my talent is used to help other people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep crocheting no matter what people may think.  I really&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am glad to hear that you love to crochet and are doing lots&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of things with it.  Good Luck and Happy Crocheting!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I learned to crochet when I was about 10 y.o. a girlfriend of mine taught me. Eventually, I learned to read patterns but, my greatest thrill was when I found the graphs in Magic Crochet and Decorative Crochet.. they are out of print now, but old copies can still be found through e-bay. I make doilies, tablecloths.. won a blue ribbon on one at the Fair... Currently, I am one of the old ladies you refer to...lol... Age just seemed to come along when I wasn't  looking..hmmmm....    I admire you for your love of crochet especially at such a young age.. you are rare. I agree, people do love the finished product...&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm 23 and I love to crochet too.  The only reason anyone thanks it's an old lady thing is because most people our age can't sit still long enough to learn how to do it and of course it's not electrical and can't be used to play games or talk to someone. I have several cousin that also crochet so your not alone.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I learned to crochet when I was 7,  I am now 45. At one time it was scoffed at by feminist as not worth doing , it was too old fashioned and to much like work,&lt;br&gt;Reply:The people who think it is old fashioned did not catch it getting hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is something young people do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always crocheted since I learned it at age 10, but it has to compete with many other crafts, so I do not always to it as often as I would like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6770165578003905009?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6770165578003905009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-18-yrs-old-and-i-love-to-crochet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6770165578003905009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6770165578003905009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-18-yrs-old-and-i-love-to-crochet.html' title='I am 18 yrs old and I love to Crochet??'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3762945922553703750</id><published>2009-11-13T02:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:45:36.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do i get rid of this rough skin on my foot? HELP!!!?</title><content type='html'>When i was younger, i wore tight tenis shoes and it caused me to get blisters. I have flat feet so it's very hard to find comfortable shoes that won't cause me blisters. Then after the blisters healed, i got this really rough dry skin. I tried to cut it off but, when i started to go get pedicures, the lady told me to stop cutting it, it gets even worse. She told me to use this rough spounge. I have been using it for 2 months and my feet look a lot better (as in smoother) but, i want to to go away. You can tell i have something under my foot even though it's smooth. It's very nasty for a girl to have it and i love wearing slippers. It's so hard to wear slippers and heels without showing it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tried lotion, it still is kind of rough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do i get rid of this rough skin on my foot? HELP!!!?&lt;br&gt;buy the Ped egg, it actually works. I use it and you can see the dead skin it takes off in the container, its gross!!! Afterwards, use your fave moisturizer and your feet are ready to go.Hint:  Ebay sells it cheapest!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Use a foot file. It is much more efficient than a pumice stone and  can be found usually with the manicure and pedicure section of your local pharmacy. It removes the thick rough skin from your feet. However, you have to soak it in water before you file, and after that, it'll make them as good as new. Continue to apply lotion after filing the feet, to moisturize it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the slippers that cause you to have dry feet, as the skin is exposed to dry air.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Find a heavy body creme and apply it. Or try butter. Butter up your feet at night and put on footies or socks. That's called a bootie treatment. Or course, you'll have to wash your feet in the morning.&lt;br&gt;Reply:The "rough sponge" is a pumice stone. Don't use it every day, you can make it worse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this:  get some athletes' foot cream (any pharmacy has it in the "foot care" aisle---Lotrimin is really good). Rub that on your feet every night and put on cotton socks. If you can put it on in the morning and wear socks during the day, that is even better. You'll see improvement in a week. Use the pumice stone ONLY once a week and only after soaking your feet in warm water.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you sterilize the pumic stone regularly--use hydrogen peroxide to get the funk out.&lt;br&gt;Reply:You should soak your feet in warm water for about 10 minutes, then use a foot file to scrub your dead/hard out..(like filing your nails, but harder)....until when it's smooth when u touch it. Otherwise, you could use a blade if you're familiar but its not advisable to, if you're unsure of how to use it properly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing so, you should apply some baby oil on your feet and put on socks..also before you sleep, you should apply some foot lotion/cream..this would help make the skin harden less. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foot file works better as compared to a pumice stone..=) You shouldn't cut your skin as well as this would widen the surface area of "torn skin"...use the foot file and gently smoothen it out...it will desappear somehow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3762945922553703750?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3762945922553703750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-do-i-get-rid-of-this-rough-skin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3762945922553703750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3762945922553703750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-do-i-get-rid-of-this-rough-skin-on.html' title='How do i get rid of this rough skin on my foot? HELP!!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2132600294331981660</id><published>2009-11-13T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:45:22.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like my story?</title><content type='html'>It is 23 pages so you may just wanna skip around. Keep in mind, I am 12 years old, and it is written for kids my age. Rate it on a scale from 0 (awful) and 10 (amazing!!). Don't hold back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about me. My name is Mackenzie, and I’m thirteen years old. I look pretty ordinary. I have blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Each eye has a light grey ring around its pupil. I live with my grandma, who is sixty-eight years old. Despite her age, she is in very good shape, and I know she’s going to live for a long time. My mom’s grandma had just died, and they went all the way to Washington to bury her. They are going to be gone a while. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was finally Friday. I just woke up and I already couldn’t wait until the end of the day. Most people wake up saying “It’s a brand new day!” I wake up and say “Is it morning already?” Some things about me are not compatible. Here’s one thing: I hate mornings, but I can’t sleep in. To me it’s just impossible! I wake up at 7 or 8a.m. and I can’t ever get back to sleep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself out of bed and began to get ready. I ran a brush through my hair, and it fell down on my shoulders like silk. I smiled at myself. Good hair day. I kicked off my pajama pants, and pulled on my jeans. I took off my blue shirt, the one with a big snowflake on it, and then changed my shirt several times until I had just the right one. I slipped on each tennis shoe then, realizing I had my left foot in my right shoe and vise-versa, I kicked then off and put each of my feet in its proper shoe. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked better than usual, yet the same. I guess Fridays make everything look better. I ran down the stairs, and fell down most of them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye grandma!” I nearly screamed it at her as I tried to catch the bus. I put a piece of bacon in my mouth and ripped a pancake in half. I folded the pancake and put it in my mouth and swallowed. I grabbed my books and ran out the door just as the bus pulled up. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped onto the bus. I looked toward the third row where Sydney always sat waiting for me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mackenzie! Over here! Over here!” I walked over and sat next to her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at my feet!” I looked there a moment. She didn’t wait for me to answer, and I was glad she didn’t because I had no idea what she was talking about. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got new shoes!” She squealed in my ear. I looked again. They were different shoes, but they were far from new. The material was faded, and the little plastic jewels were falling off. The laces were a dingy brown and they were worn thin, and looked as if they would snap any second. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I replied, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s really neat, Sydney!” I tried to sound excited. My voice came out in a fake tone, almost like a commercial, but Sydney was too excited to notice. She pointed her toes and kicked them back and forth excitedly. The bus finally came to a stop that jerked us all forward. Sydney was first off the bus. She walked slowly to class, looking at her feet all the while. I had to occasionally move her out of the way of other students and grumpy teachers and parents who mumbled curse words under their breath if little ten-year-old Sydney accidentally ran into them. We walked up the stairs, and Sydney tripped on every one. Sydney is like my sister, but not by blood. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aren’t they great?” She asked as if it wasn’t a question, and she believed with all her heart I would say yes. Sydney’s family is poor. That’s why her shoes aren’t new, but she is always excited to have something that is new to her. She doesn’t get many things because of their financial problems. I told her good bye as we came to her classroom. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meet me by the bench under the oak tree.” I told her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The bench on the playground?” She asked. I nodded my head up and down. You see, every Friday Sydney comes over to my house after school. We never have to ask her mom, because we know her mom doesn’t mind. To tell you the sad truth, I don’t even think she cares about Sydney or her brothers. I’ve never said anything about it to Sydney, but I know she knows it. Sometimes I wonder how she can be happy. I waved one last goodbye to her, than turned to go so I wouldn’t be late for class. Friday seems to be the longest day of the week! But finally, the bell rang for dismissal. I found Sydney just where I had told her to go and she waited impatiently. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenzie!” She screamed across the field. Sometimes when Sydney gets excited, she calls me Kenzie. It’s like she’s so excited she can’t even get the first part of my name out in time to say my full name. I took her hand and she nearly pulled my arm out of socket as we skipped to the bus. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want to do today?” She asked me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, yesterday, I saw this show about extreme makeovers and…” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we do one of those?” she interrupted. I had been getting there, but I let her think it was her idea. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure. I’ll do you, ok?” Sydney jerked her head up and down, and I thought she’d nod it right off her shoulders. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.” Sydney said to all the houses that weren’t mine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. Nope. Nope. There! There! I see it!” Sydney got up as soon as the bus stopped. She ran to the front of the bus, and jumped all the stairs. I reached into my pocket and fumbled with the house key. Sydney bit her bottom lip excitedly. She had been over a billion times, but to her it was still a treat. I finally got the key out, and unlocked the door. Sydney looked around as if she’d never been here. We walked to the kitchen first to rinse her hair in the big sink. It was shiny clean because I had told my grandma my plans with Sydney. She leaned back, and I sprayed her hair with warm water from the sprayer by the sink. Our laughter filled the kitchen. When her hair had been washed with my special conditioner, I wrapped her hair in a towel, and we headed to my room. I took the towel off and her head, and her hair laid on top off her head in a big knot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we’re done.” I joked, and she laughed. I sat criss-crossed behind her on the bed, and ran a comb through her hair. The comb ran through easily. I parted her hair straight down the middle. It was perfectly straight. I could never seem to do that with my hair. I ran my fingers through her hair. It was a rich chocolate color that made her green eyes all the more brighter. Sydney shivered. Her clothes were wet. I walked into my closet and pulled out a box on the top shelf. It was a box of clothes that didn’t fit, but I refused to give up. I picked up a beautiful dress. It was a soft shade of pink. I pulled it out. Sydney’s eyes widened. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow!” And ‘wow’ it was. It was gorgeous! It had thin straps, and the skirt of the dress spread out all around you if you spun around. We blow dried Sydney’s hair so the dress wouldn’t get wet. I curled it, and put a small pink flower behind her ear to match the dress. She slipped the dress on, and some pink ballet slippers that I had had since I was about seven, but they fit her little feet. I stood back to examine my results. She was beautiful! She looked like a princess right out of a storybook. We finally finished at 7:00. Even though it was early, all the excitement wiped us both out. We turned a movie on. About thirty minutes into the movie the silence was getting on my nerves. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how’s school?” I asked. No answer. I looked down at the sleeping figure on the floor. I picked her up. I felt her ribs through her dress. Poor Sydney. She’s been through so much, and she came out with nothing. I laid her on the bed. She looked like sleeping beauty. I kissed her on her forehead. I got in bed behind her, and pulled the blanket up to our chins. Sydney rubbed her cheek against the soft material. I did too. I sat there and looked up ay my ceiling. Great, more silence. I finally fell into a peaceful slumber. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally awoke, Sydney was not there. I sat up and looked around. I saw Sydney sitting by the window, with the sun shining on her face. The tune on the DVD’s menu played again and again. I turned it off, and Sydney jerked her head around. The sun shined all around her, and she looked like an angel from heaven. She smiled. Sydney had a smile that lit up the night sky. It was breath taking. Her teeth were white, and all straight in a row. She did not have two huge front teeth like the other kids in her class. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you wanna do today?” she asked me. I knew what she wanted to do. So we went downstairs to watch Saturday cartoons. Sydney doesn’t have cartoons because she doesn’t have a TV. She laughed at everything. I’m not sure most the things she laughed at were even supposed to funny. After the cartoons were over, she begged to watch the re-runs, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Finally they ended. Sydney walked outside to the trampoline. My heart dropped. I decided to go first. I just ran around in circles. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and I are complete opposites. She loves life and lives it to the fullest, and I am scared of it and always have been. On rainy days, I avoid all puddles because I always suspect they are deeper than they appear. Sydney jumps and splashes in every single one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it was Sydney’s turn. She stood at one end and began to jump, higher and higher and did a back flip. She landed on her knees sending her into a front flip. After she was done I noticed I had my hand over my mouth in nervousness. I hated watching her flip around like a rag doll that could fall apart at any moment. She flipped backwards again. It took me a while to realize I wasn’t breathing. I let out a breath. She climbed off the trampoline. I looked at her. Her eyes were hollow, and she was pale all over. The skin underneath her nails was purple. I could see her heart thumping hard through her dress. I saw her rib cage grow and shrink with every breath. I swallowed hard as poor Sydney gasped for air. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m bored of this. Let’s go inside.” I lied. I did like jumping, but I was scared for her. She had something wrong with her heart. I don’t know much about it, all I know is it didn’t function properly. I asked her about it once, and she simply replied, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong?” But I could tell she knew exactly what I was talking about. I took her hand. It was freezing, colder than ice. We made our way back up to my room. Each step was laborious for Sydney, but I didn’t help her. She was a very stubborn, strong minded, independent girl. She took a step and collapsed into my arms. She rested there, in my arms, for a few moments, and then made the next step. I felt so helpless. When we made it back to my room, she lay on my bed and her eyelids fell heavily over her eyes. She was falling asleep. Whenever Sydney gets excited, her heart beats faster than it’s supposed to, and by the time she calms down, she is exhausted. Despite all this, Sydney lives life as if her heart problem doesn’t even exist. I sometimes feel bad I have a good heart, and Sydney doesn’t. Inside, I know Sydney thinks I’m throwing that away by not living life to the fullest, and I know that it is true. I looked down at her. Her cheeks were rosy, and she was no longer pale. My fingertips outlined her jawbone. Her face was still cold. I pulled the blanket up closer around her chin. She snuggled down into its warmth. She smiled and looked up at me. Her eyes were no longer hollow holes, but were now shimmering, full of life and adventure as they always were. I walked downstairs to grab a bite to eat. I had skipped breakfast. I grabbed a cookie. A very healthy breakfast. When I came back, Sydney was asleep, and her face looked troubled. She groaned and whined in her sleep. I took her hand. She opened her eyes. They reflected the fear that Sydney felt inside, but tried so hard to hide from the world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ok?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.... I’m o.k.” She replied. Her voice shook with emotion, and her facial expressions told me otherwise. Her eyes were red and puffy, and filled with tears, but she did not let them fall. The only time I had seen her cry was five years ago on the bus, the first time we met. Her father had left, and they didn’t know where. There were no reports of anyone seeing him anywhere. That’s why they had financial problems. Just then my grandma walked in. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ready to go home?” She asked Sydney. Sydney nodded her head, but I could tell she was somewhere else. In another place, another time, another moment. She followed us robotically in the car. The car ride was a long one, and Sydney didn’t say a word the whole way there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What did she see in the dream?’ I wondered. We pulled up to a building that could hardly be called a house. Her mom was outside folding laundry. There wasn’t much. We let Sydney out of the car. Her mom looked confused. She hadn’t noticed Sydney had left in the first place. I felt bad for her. I wish we could take her away and never bring her back. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.” Was all her mom said, and you could tell she didn’t mean it. My fists clenched and I could hear my teeth grinding. I could tell grandma was upset too. Sydney, still deep in thought, walked inside. I looked in after her. She began to help with the dishes. CRASH! A dish was shattered on the floor. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stupid, good for nothing, child!” Her mom screamed and raised her hand. Grandma reached out and grabbed the lady’s wrist. The lady turned and met Grandma’s gaze. The look on her face was angry, but turned to one of fear as she looked into my grandma’s eyes. I knew that look. I had received it many times, but this one seemed even worse. I stroked my hand down Grandma’s arm. I didn’t want her to do anything she’d regret. She released her hand. There was a white mark in the shape of Grandma’s hand, which turned red in a few seconds. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you touch that child, I swear, I’ll be back, and I’ll make sure you won’t be. And that is a promise.” My grandma said through clenched teeth. I knew she meant it too. My heart thumped. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get in the car.” She told me, and I obeyed immediately. Grandma walked to the car, stomping each foot with every step. She slammed the door shut. I waited until she cooled down then I asked, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t we take her home?” Grandma sighed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, I wish we could have. Women like that don’t deserve kids like Sydney. But it ain’t legal.” I sighed a sigh of disappointment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Honey, if I could have, believe me, I would have snatched her up and made her my own.” She smiled. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a promise.” And I believed her.   &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;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day remembering it all as a dream, but knowing it wasn’t. Sunday was long and boring. I decided to go visit the creek outside the woods. I was surprised to find Sydney there. There was a small multitude of blankets in a pile, which I guessed to be a bed. I guessed she had walked here after the fight, and slept here as well. But then again, I guess a lot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi.” She said. But her face did not glow with the glow I knew Sydney had. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ok?” I asked. She did a cartwheel. I knew she wasn’t listening to me. She did several in a row. I bit my lip, trying my best not to say anything. Her face was starting to look pale already. I sat there a moment. She did it again and again until she was gasping for air, and unable to hold herself up in the cartwheel. But she continued, again and again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop that.” I told her finally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” She asked panting. It seemed as if just saying that one word took a lot of effort. She did another. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop! Your gonna hurt yourself!” She stood up, offended. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m.... just…fine…thank…you!” She said. She looked like was going to pass out, but she did another. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not fine!” She stopped for a few minutes, until she caught her breath. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look! It’s none of your business what I do! I’m fine! There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m fine!” She screamed angrily. She started off for the forest. I tried to grab her, but she pushed me away and began to run. She disappeared into the forest. I stopped at the edge. It was the borderline between here and the forest. I ran in after her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney! Sydney! Where are you?! Sydney!” I screamed. I saw her crouched down by a strange plant. It was beautiful. We forgot about everything. We even forgot we had been fighting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…I don’t know.” She said, intrigued. I took a step towards it. CRUNCH! I looked down. The forest was full of life and trees and plants, but in this particular spot, everything was dead. Nothing surrounded this plant. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shh!” she told me. She reached out a small finger. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney don’t!” She looked at me. A mischievous smile came over her face. She reached out her little finger and touched it. Something shot out of it. The plant withered away. I looked at Sydney. A needle penetrated through her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor of the forest. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney!” I put her head in my lap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney! Wake up!” Her heart began to beat and her body shook in rhythm with her thumping heart. Her nails dug into the soft earth, and her face cringed with pain, and all the veins inside her glowed. The toes on her feet curled and she locked her knees. Her mouth opened, and she foamed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenzie.” She said it so softly, I wasn’t sure if maybe I had imagined it. But there was pain hidden in her voice. Her eyes opened. She looked past me, at nothing. I could hear her heart beating. Her throat began to swell, and it squeaked when she breathed in. She was suffocating! Black began to swallow up her bright green eyes, until her whole eye was black. Her whole body shook. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney! Don’t leave me. Please stay with me. You’re my little sister, and I love you. Snap out of it. I know you can!” She growled and hissed and she jerked her head around, like she was possessed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney? Sydney? Stay with me. I love you Sydney!” There was a loud ear-piercing scream. Sydney’s body jerked. Something like a blur left her and I saw it fly deep into the forest. The trees seemed to part as is passed. Sydney sat up, vomiting and whimpering. Her body was still shaking. The wind blew cold like that of winter. Sydney’s lips looked like scales, and she was paler than I have ever seen her before. Her lips were blue, and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t close your eyes!” I told her. I was afraid if she closed them, she would not open them again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My eyelids are so heavy. They won’t stay open.” She whispered. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go. I don’t like this place.” She coughed. I picked her up, and carried her out of there as fast as I could. Her body flapped lifelessly in my arms. Tears were running down my face and the same thing went through my head again and again. ‘Don’t die Sydney, don’t die!’ I breathed deeply and the cold pierced my lungs like a thousand needles. ‘Don’t die!’ My throat went numb. My legs burned, but I wouldn’t stop running. So I ran, faster and faster. The woods like a maze, and I can’t find my way out. But I keep running, not thinking, not knowing, not caring. I looked left and right confused. The forest is tricking me, and I could almost hear the trees laughing at me. I ran in one direction. I couldn’t find my way out, and the forest wouldn’t let me out. Everything looks the same in every direction. I looked down at Sydney. I hardly recognized her. Her face was so pale, and her skin is almost transparent. But there was no way out. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, with no one to help. I was cold, and Sydney felt cold in my arms. I pulled her closer. I fell to my knees. She was getting heavier and heavier and I couldn’t hold her. A lump formed in my throat. I could do nothing, and I hated myself for it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney?” There was no answer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Sydney. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her hand touched my face. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not your fault.” She whispered. She lay there a moment, and slowly sat up. Color began to return to her face. The wind was no longer blowing, and as I looked around, everything was clear, but it was a long way back. She insisted on walking. She was the stubborn young girl I knew, and I smiled. We walked for a long time, and Sydney touched everything excitedly. We stopped at the creek, the one inside the forest, to soak our feet in its warm water. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney? I know you don’t wanna tell me, but please. What did you see in your dream?” Sydney let out a sigh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know. It was…I mean…I think it was my dad. He was calling me. He told me to get up and go. Something or someone is  calling me. Away from here, away from you. I don’t wanna go, but something inside keeps telling me to.” Sydney’s voice began to shake. I held her close, but she refused to cry. She just breathed heavily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go.” She told me, and walked away. We neared the spot where the mysterious plant once was, but now lay withered. As we passed, Sydney grabbed her head and screamed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenzie! My head! Kenzie help! He’s calling me again! It’s calling me! She’s calling me!” I didn’t know what to do. What did Sydney mean by ‘she’? But it was no time to think about that. She buried her face in her hands. She did not look at me. She breathed awkwardly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney?” Pause. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney, are you ok?” She turned. Her eyes were black as night. The wind blew cold again. She laughed an evil laugh that wasn’t hers. She ran towards me, I took a few steps back and tripped. She leaned over me, breathing heavily. She drew closer, and closer, and closer until she was three inches from my face. She stopped, and stood upright. Her face turned westward. She ran with a speed that was un-human. I was scared, but I ran after her anyway. That was my sister. I ran faster and faster. I heard a noise behind me. I turned around, still running. Nothing was there. I heard it in front of me I turned. I branch hit me in the head. I fell over backwards. The world was different colors. It all began to fade into to darkness. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney! Sydney!” I couldn’t scream. My body wouldn’t do what I wanted it to. I felt like I was dying. I lay there, unconscious, unknowing of the dangers around me.&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;br /&gt;I felt strange, as if waking from a dream. I rubbed my eyes, and everything was blurry. I felt a big knot on my head. My head was throbbing like crazy. I tried to sit up, but slowly laid back down. The sun was blinding my eyes. I groaned and sat up as my head flopped about. I sat there a moment out of breath. I looked around. I felt watched. I noticed I wasn’t where I thought I was. There were weeping willows instead of pines, and there was hot sand all around me. The view was amazing, not like the forest I knew. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where am I?” I asked myself. My voice sounded funny in the silence of the trees. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re in Bethsaidia.” A deep voice told me. The voice was unfamiliar. I jerked my head around, and jumped to my feet, surprised and afraid. There was a tall man standing over me. His skin was tan and his eyes were a dark shade of brown.  He had dark hair. I looked at him. He had horse ears, and a horse’s body from his waist down. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhh!” I screamed, and it echoed. He covered my mouth with his hand, and he almost pushed me over in the process. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shh! They’re going to hear us! Don’t make a sound!” He told me in a stern voice. He looked around, then nodded as if he was sure all was well. He removed his hand and I didn’t dare scream. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?” I asked finally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Custos, your guardian.” He stood up, tall and proud. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Mackenzie.” I told him, not really noticing I had said it. I was still looking at how he…formed together. Beneath his waist, the horse was white as snow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, are there more of you? Like, more fantasy creatures?” I asked. He stomped a hoof and yelled angrily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are not fantasy! You humans are just so closed minded. Boy, have you changed!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Changed?” I asked confused. He turned to me, but his eyes did not look at me. He looked as if he was visiting a memory. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many years ago, man and creature could speak to each other. We got along. Then man one day decided they were better than us. We separated ourselves from them. That’s why we are from other worlds. Slowly over the years, man has forgotten us. You rot your minds with junk, and you forget. We started our own world, where we could live without conflict. This is where it all happened.” He nodded his head up and down, thinking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, and what exactly happened here?” I asked, still confused. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The beginning of Bethsaidia. In the Garden of Alkera.” He said. A peace came over his voice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alkera?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s the ancient language of the Bethsaidians. It is spoken by very few people. Alkera means separated.” He looked around. The wind blew gently against my cheek. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here I come.” It was quiet, as if whispered by the wind. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is something wrong?” He asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t you hear that?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I heard it again. I looked up at him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone’s coming.” He jerked his head around as if looking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where did you hear that?” He asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here. Just now. Like, five seconds ago! Why? Who’s coming?” He looked all around him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They know you’re here.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who?” I asked frantically. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t talk here. Get on!” I watched as all four legs bent down to my level, and I awkwardly got on. He lunged forward, and I nearly fell off. I leaned against his back. His body was warm and I felt his muscles flex and relax below me. He ran very fast. The wind stung my eyes, and tears ran down my cheeks, but I didn’t dare let go to wipe them away. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! All four hooves sang together in rhythm to each other and the world around me. His mane tickling my cheek as his tail whipped behind us. The wind blew through my hair. A fuzzy sound was being whispered in my ears, but became clearer until I heard it crystal clear. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m still coming. I’m still coming.” I clung tighter. I was so scared. It took me a while to realize we had stopped. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mackenzie? Are you ok?” he asked me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” I lied. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re scared.” It took me by surprise. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you know?” I asked, curiously. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I felt it. Here in Bethsaidia, if you come in contact with someone, and the feeling is strong enough, you feel it as if it was your own.” I leaned in close to him. I felt nothing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t I feel your feelings?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t been here long enough.” He told me. I felt a strange feeling of jealousy, and I climbed off before he could sense it. I looked around. It was no longer a beautiful forest with warm sand. It was cold with snow all around. The tip of my nose was numb, and I breathed hot air into my hands to make them warmer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is it so cold?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is winter here. Here in Bethsaidia, it depends on where you are. Different places have different seasons. Doesn’t it work that way on Earth?” He asked. I felt a sense of pride. I knew something he didn’t. Even if it wasn’t his fault I couldn’t help but smile. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. On Earth, you can’t just run somewhere. It depends on where the sun shines. It shines in different places at different times of the year. On Earth a year is 365 days.” I told him. I threw in that last part so I could sound super smart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Funny. Here in Bethsaidia, a year is 122 days. What a difference. That means if you were here for one year, you’d have been gone for a few days on Earth.” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you figure that out in you head? I can’t even figure it out on paper.” I told him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We here are born smart. Humans used to be, but you are now filled with all kinds of junk that has made you…. not as smart as before.” He told me. I stomped my foot. I wanted to punch him, but I couldn’t even reach his face! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll have you know I have an A-B average…and a C in math.” I said the last part quietly, hoping he wouldn’t hear, but he couldn’t say I never told him. It had only been maybe a few short minutes, and I already felt safe with him. There was a howl in the distance. It sounded far away. He made a clicking sound with his tongue and some kind of strange gargling sound in his throat. It echoed, then was answered by a howl. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s how we communicate. So the others don’t know.” He told me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Others?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The evil ones. They haven’t forgiven humans for what they did in the past. They swore an oath that if there were another human, they would kill them once all is fulfilled. That’s why it is bad that they know you are here. They want to kill you.” I didn’t have to ask. I knew that’s who was whispering to me. And the whole ‘once all is fulfilled’ thing, I was positive I didn’t want to know. I climbed back on, and was happy to lay against the warmth of his fur. He walked at a slow, steady pace. I closed my eyes and just listened. The sound of his walk changed. I opened my eyes. We were on the ice. I tensed up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok.” He told me. I didn’t believe him. I looked across. This lake was a wide one. A loud booming sound was under us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Caedo.” I didn’t need to feel his feelings to know he was just as scared as me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Caedo means ‘it kills’ and it does.” His body shook under me. The booming continued until…crack! The ice behind us began to slit in two. Custos ran. The ice cracking at his heels as water burst through the surface. I felt him breathing. The ice broke in front of us. He stopped suddenly, and I flew off into the ice-cold water. Things like leaches dug their teeth into every part of my body, creating sores as big as quarters. They began to suck my blood, and I felt my energy drain. I could see Custos getting smaller as I sank deeper and deeper. The leach-like creatures swam away, and two huge, golden eyes looked straight at me. I looked at its eyes, intrigued. I didn’t notice the creature getting closer, and closer, or that its tentacles were going up my legs, my ribs, my arms, my neck, until it tightened its grip on my neck, and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t struggle, and I didn’t look away. Suddenly, an arrow shot through the water, and struck it in the eye. It let out an ear-piecing scream that literally left my ears ringing. I realized I couldn’t breath. The pressure of the water was all around me, constricting me. I thrashed out violently. I let all my air out and watched it float away. Someone or something grabbed me and pulled me through the surface. I took in a deep breath of air. It stung. My lungs were full of the sea. I coughed and water gushed out. I rubbed my eyes, and pushed my hair out of my face. I looked up at my rescuer. She smiled at me. She was a mermaid. Her skin was a soft blue, and her hair was teal with lime green streaks. She had blue eyes, like my mine. Her hand was on mine. I looked at it. Her nails were long and there was a thin layer of skin between her fingers. She had seaweed wrapped around her middle to use as a shirt. She also had a tail. It had green scales all over. She had on a necklace. It was a coin with a picture engraved in it. The picture was of a young girl. The girl’s face was smudged from time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?” I looked up. It looked like she had asked me a question. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, what?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you all right?” She asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything hurts.” I wined. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I bet! You got attacked by cruors. They are blood suckers. They burrow into your skin and eat you from the inside out.  There were a lot too. It’s a surprise you lived. You are a very strong girl.” She said. I couldn’t help feeling flattered. I looked at my arm. There were sores all up and down my arms. She ran her hand down her tail. There was slime all over her hand. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold still.” She told me. I didn’t even want to know what she was going to do. She rubbed it all over my body. The skin began to grow over my sores, until there was no sign I had even had sores. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow. How’d you do that?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vigoratus.” She said, showing it to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vigoratus?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It can only be found in the water. Over time it gathers on things. It heals sores of all kind.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, it gathers on your tail?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.” She said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wanna touch it?” she asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure.” I said. I reached over and touched it. I looked at my hand. It was all gooey. I wiped it on my jeans. I shivered. I felt an ice-cold hand on my shoulder. I turned. It was Custos. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…I… are you ok?” he asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine. This is…” I realized I didn’t know her name. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Alga.” She said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My parent’s are old fashioned. It means seaweed.” From the look on her face I guessed that wasn’t a bad thing…somehow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have to go.” I stood up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait.” She grabbed my hand. I knelt next to her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here.” She took the necklace off her neck and put it around        mine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good luck.” She whispered. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks. For everything.” I told her. My hand was still in hers. She looked at my palm. She laid her hand flat against mine and closed her eyes. She sat there a moment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a very brave girl. And powerful.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Powerful? What power.” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The power is inside you. You just have to dig deep. You’ll find it. You’ll find it.” I thought about it. Power? Bravery? Yeah right. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t believe me?” I didn’t look into her eyes. She laughed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll see.” I took my hand away. I walked next to Custos. I felt small next to him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look. I’m sorry. It’s just… water and I…..” He didn’t have to finish. I knew what he meant. I climbed on his back. I remembered the necklace Alga had given me. I looked at it. It was of a girl in a dress with a staff. She was standing on a cliff looking over the land. I couldn’t see her face. I figured she was a legend in Bethsaidia. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Custos? What was Alga doing with my hand? She wasn’t feeling what I was feeling, because I don’t feel brave.” I told him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mermaids are different. They’ve been around the longest. They can feel what’s deep inside you. They can feel even what you can’t.” I nodded my head, even though I still didn’t understand. I shivered, and laid against his warm back. I hope we’re going somewhere warm.&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;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw! The sun was coming out, and it felt good. It burned on my back. Custos finally stopped, and I climbed off. “What place is this?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been changed over the years many times, and I’m not sure if anyone knows what it is called today. But it has always been ‘Eubak’ to me.” He smiled. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eubak?” I asked. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It means ‘new life’. This is where I was born.” He looked around. I smiled. It was beautiful here. There were trees that seemed to lean over to shade you and the ocean seemed to whisper every time the tide came up. I was born in a little white room with doctors everywhere. I wish I were born here though. It seemed perfect. I took off my shoes. My socks were still wet and cold and my toes felt funny when they rubbed against each other. I shoved my socks in my shoes. I stood just where the tide came up. It washed up over my toes. I rolled my jeans up, and walked in until it was up to my ankles. It felt good. The sun was hot, and beads of sweat were beginning to run down my face. I cupped my hand into the water and poured it on my head. I let it drip down my face, cooling me off with every drop. I looked over at Custos. He stood far away from the water. I wanted to know why. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Custos? Why don’t you like the water?” He didn’t answer. I wondered if maybe I shouldn’t have asked. But he finally began. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was a long time ago. My parents had to go away like the many others to war. They left my brother and I at home. Kenai, my brother, and I stood on the beach as we always did. We had no idea that the danger was coming here. A large eagle swooped down and carried my brother and me far from shore. Centaurs are not good swimmers. We are built for the land, not the sea. The eagle dropped us, and the water swallowed us up and constricted us. I found my way back to shore, and expected to find my brother already there waiting for me. I couldn’t see him. I waited. Hoping to see him, but I never did. His body washed up on shore the next day. I buried him, and fell asleep only a few yards away. But when I awoke later that night, his grave had been dug up, and I heard satisfied wolves howling happily in the distance as they ate their meal. I couldn’t sleep that night, but I must have dozed off a bit, because the next thing I knew, someone was waking me up to tell me my parents had died.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing about Kenai, I couldn’t help thinking about Rupie. I had gotten and named him when I was three, almost four. The lady we bought him from said he was very healthy, but everyone lies. Rupie had a tumor, and the doctor could not remove the whole tumor. I remember it was my eighth birthday, and my mom and dad told me this was Rupie’s last day with us. Rupie wasn’t strong enough to jump up on my bed, so he slept on the floor, and I curled up next to him. I watched him closely. He closed his eyes, and I waited. I was scared he had died, so I shook him awake. He licked my hand as if telling me everything was ok, even though it was not ok. He closed his eyes and I shook him awake. But his eyes did not open and he did not lick my hand. He just laid there, not breathing. I stroked him lightly, and tears filled my eyes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried him in the backyard, and my mom handed me a small cardboard box. I opened it slowly, not really caring what was in it. But I was happy to see what was inside. It was a little silver bone with Rupie’s name engraved in it. It was off of his collar. I remember carrying it around in my pocket. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I stopped carrying it around. I hadn’t thought about Rupie for a long time until now. I thought of the little silver bone at home in its box. I sat there on the beach and I cried for Rupie and myself and for Custos and Kenai. It was beautiful here, but I didn’t want to be here anymore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Custos hunched over where I guessed Kenai’s grave was…or where it should have been. I walked over and ran my hand down his shoulder. As soon as I touched him, I saw a vision. It was Kenai lying dead on the beach. I didn’t know how I knew it was Kenai, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was he. It was so sad, and I drew my hand away. Custos was staring down at me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did you see?” He asked. I sat there speechless. There seemed to be a big ball in my throat blocking my air passage. I saw Kenai’s dead body on the beach, and it played again and again in my mind. Custos looked away. He knew what I had seen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Find a place to sleep. Make sure it is well protected. There’s no telling what lurks in these woods at such times.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Such times?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but I knew he had heard me. I found a small cliff like figure, and climbed up to explore. I found a dry, narrow tunnel that extended about six feet. I crawled inside. Rocks jabbed into my sides from all around, and it was very uncomfortable, but I was safe, and tired. I had just noticed it was fairly dark, and a thin fog was coming over the water. Thoughts zoomed in and out of my head, and one question continued to nag me. What did Custos mean by ‘such times’? And what did it have to do with me? Questions like these drove me into a sleep that showed no promise of true rest, but it was sleep non-the-less. Dreams and visions flooded my head. I was standing on my cliff, as I stood watching over the beach. Creatures with long nails and hunched backs, with teeth sharper than swords invaded the peaceful scenery. They were headed towards me. Custos jumped out, and kicked one. It let out a loud roar, and another scratched Custos across his chest. Custos hit another with his fist, and it fell to the soft sand, but got up again. A larger one bit one of Custos’ legs, and he fell, helpless. He kicked and fought, and I could hear Custos let out a shriek of pain. It was like an animal being killed, and it was. It was ear-piercing, and I covered my ears. The largest one jumped at him, and ripped his throat out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Custos!” I screamed, but he was dead. One turned and looked at me, blood dripping from his chin. He climbed up the cliff, then, mouth open wide, he jumped at my throat. Then I woke up, scared. I pulled myself out of my little cave and made my way down my cliff. Sharp rocks dug into my feet, and they bled, leaving a trail behind me. I had left my shoes, but there was no time to waste. It began to rain, making the rocks slippery. I slipped, and a rock gouged into my leg, and I fell forward and hit my head on a rock. I couldn’t stand up straight, but I had to keep going. There was fog, and rain, and I saw double. I walked dizzily, and everything was blurry, and I was confused.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Custos! Custos!” I felt my feet hit the sand, and the sand went into my wounds. But I didn’t care. Blood was gushing down my face, and the rain couldn’t wash it away fast enough. I started to run, and I ran into something. I fell down in the sand, and laid there. I gave up. The sand around me was stained red with my blood. I couldn’t feel my leg anymore. A strong hand grabbed me, and I didn’t care who it was, but I hoped it was Custos. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Custos?” I asked. I heard his voice, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He pulled me up onto his back, and I began to slip off. He caught me, and laid me sideways on my belly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Run. They’re coming!” I told him. I couldn’t hear his answer, but his tone was confused. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Run. We’re not safe. They’re going to kill us. They know we’re here.” I instantly felt him go into a gallop. I didn’t know if I should have been frightened or not. But I felt the world fading out as it had done before when I had seen Sydney in the woods. Sydney! Oh my gosh! Where’s Sydney? Is she ok? Is she here too? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sydney! Custos where’s Syd…Where’s S… Where’s….” The world was swallowed up into a black hole, and I heard the thunder, and I heard growling in the distance. We had escaped, and I hoped I could say that much for Sydney.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I opened my eyes, and the first thing I felt was pain. Pain in my head, my feet, and my leg. Custos was staring down at me. I saw his face more clearly than last night. I looked around. There was a little pool that was hot and steamy, at the surface. I wanted to dive in and soak it all up, but my body won’t cooperate. I’m laying in soft grass, and the thin blades cling to me. They tickle everything that moves. There are vines twisting their way up tree trunks, and purple blossoms are spread out among them. I look to my right, at the little pool, and my whole body aches for it. I look at my leg, but I have to look away instantly. There is dry blood caked on my leg, and the sore is deep. I turn my head away, and I see Custos, still staring over me. I realize he is talking to me.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You hit your head really hard last night, and you saved both of us.” He said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you do it?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I dreamed it. It was like a vision, like I saw the future or something.” I said, questioning it myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Alga was right. You are very powerful. That is a very hard skill to master. I myself have not.” I began to think about last night. Then the same question popped in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Custos, where’s Sydney?” I asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who?” He looked confused. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sydney?” He still looked at me like I was crazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Custos, did anyone else enter Bethsaidia with me?” I asked. He looked away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No.” He said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Custos, you aren’t the best liar. Now yes or no?” I didn’t really know if he was lying, but there was something about his answer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?” he asked, stalling. I was getting mad now and I could feel the angry words coming up my throat, but I swallowed them. I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with the only person I knew. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Custos? I need to know. When I came into the world, was I the only one?” I said, restraining myself. He sat there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Was there anyone else?” I paused. “Custos. Tell me!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes! Yes! Alright!” I didn’t know whether to be happy she was here or not. On one hand, I wasn’t alone, and I knew she was here with me. On the other hand, she’s not exactly with me. Not sitting next to me anyway. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Is she alright?” He sat there, silent. Anger rushed over me, and this time I didn’t hold back. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tell me! That’s my little sister out there! If you don’t help me, I’ll go out myself! I thought you were here to help me! If this is what you meant by “help” I could do that myself! Go away!” I didn’t really mean any of that stuff. I was just so mad he wouldn’t tell me where Sydney was. I didn’t want him to leave. He hung his head, thinking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Custos, please tell me.” He wouldn’t speak for a moment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She’s in the forbidden land.” He said finally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How do we get there? Is she ok?” I asked frantically. Any place called the forbidden land was not exactly where I wanted my sister. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. We can’t go there. It’s forbidden! Hence the name! Forbidden land. It’s self-explanatory.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Show me!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Show me!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No!”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out and touched him, hoping to see another vision. I had done it once; I could do it again, right? I did. My vision led me across Bethsaidia. To the end of the world, literally. The land was flat, and at the edge there was a waterfall of fire. Just at the tip was castle. My vision pulled me inside. There was Sydney. Her eyes black, and her fangs were sharp. Two of the creatures I had seen on the beach were by her. They bowed before Sydney, and I could tell they were afraid of her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Find her!” She hissed. After they left, she looked right at me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m coming.” She said, and laughed. She sent a blast of magic, sending me out of the vision, and tumbling backwards into the sand. I let out a scream of pain, and pulled my leg out from under me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t do that! Every time you see her, she can see you! She can find you, and she will!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong with her!? Why would she want to kill me?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remember when I told you the evil ones wanted to kill the humans?” I nodded. “Your sister is possessed by Veldin. She was, and is their leader. That was the battle that was fought when my parents…” he trailed off. I nodded so he didn’t have to continue. “There was a human. No one remembers his name. But he defeated her. She did not die, however. Her spirit was alive, but she needed a body. A prey. The hero’s brother is one of the six who went to find her spirit, but it was trapped in the human world, and they could not get to it. It has never been disturbed, until now. There is a prophesy that history will repeat itself, but this time, the evil Queen, Veldin, and her prey will both die by the sword of the hero, and her spirit can never be summoned again.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, I’ve been in the woods a billion times… at least I’ve looked in there. How come it just appeared now?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It appeared to Sydney because she’s the prey. You are the hero.” He said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But…that means. I have to kill the prey?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And Sydney’s the prey?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No! I’m not going to do it! I can’t kill her! No one on Earth or Bethsaidia could ever make me do it.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw! But you will. Bethsaidia has a way of making you forget. And slowly, you will grasp the concept, and go along with it.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you like my story?&lt;br&gt;It is time to get your story published! I can't believe you are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a teenager writing that good. You have a strong concept of&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words and use them nicely. Yes there are a few grammer &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, but they can be cleaned up in no time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br&gt;Reply:it was very gooooooooood a 8 because of the sad ending.                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:I give this a 10!!! I am 14 and love writing but i am no where near as good as you are it was awesome. you should definitely get this revised and edited and then published.                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;Reply:that was an extremely detailed story you are very very very very good i couldnt stop reading it if you dont get this published you would be a fool your use of words is  great  10/10 brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:9.6&lt;br&gt;Reply:9, veeeery good, but there were a FEW grammar mistakes, and spelling mistakes, but that can be fixed easily&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br&gt;Reply:8.5/10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is brilliant writing for your age. The only reasons I didn't give you 10/10, are very minor. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to show you my reasons, and share a few pointers so that you can improve still further:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the beginning, it seems as if you're trying to fit all of this information into a space where it won't fit. It seems a bit jumbled. If, for example, you described your character's looks by having her glance in a mirror, or see a reflection in a window, it would fit in better. 'Show, Don't Tell' is the most famous advice for writers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once your character falls into Bethsaidia, there seems to bit a bit too much danger in it, if you will. It's almost like you're trying to make it exciting by adding too much risk. If you try and smooth it out, so that it fits together, that would be great&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Description. Again, 'Show, don't Tell'. For example, when you're describing Custos, you mention horse ears, and a horse's lower body. If you maybe mentioned your character seeing hooves, and then as she stands, she follows the horse part, until she gets to the 'human' part, then you could describe his face and such by actions. (i.e 'he looked at her with dark brown eyes...')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Try and cut down on 'sound words'. Instead of  saying  'Crack!' when the ice shatters, actually describe the ice shattering. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would also suggest adding a few flaws to your characters. Nobody's perfect, and characters with flaws add to the story, more than retract from it. In the novel I'm writing, I'm actually having trouble decreasing my characters flaws, instead of adding to their strengths.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly, thoroughly impressed with your writing, I must say. I hope you'll use these guidelines to help you along.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the best of lick in your own writing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tiger&lt;br&gt;Reply:Hey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 12 year old, it's excellent! i would give it an 8, because some of your sentences are too short, and sometimes you use words that you dont quite understand in your story. Make your story more fluid, like a river. You dont have to have super short sentences. Also, you dont have to dwell on every little detail such as brushing hair or eating cookies for breakfast, you know? If you want to add detail, add emotional detail, like how you felt when your Grandmother stood up for Sydney, etc. But also dont make her perfect, and like you said, an angel. She can have a few flaws too, she shoud not be perfect. Lol. And maybe dont tell us how perfect she is all the time and that your not as incredible. Give yourself some credit for something. Don't make yourself sound boring! The main character should be interesting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ask your mom or dad to edit it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br&gt;Reply:WOW!!! I love it!! But try not to start every sentence with I.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD, GOOD JOB!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:7. Amazing story. Im 13 and your writing is similar to mine. Im always told the same thing though; lengthen your sentences. I think it would apply to you as well. Also, another thing that aplies to us both; to much detail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good story though.&lt;br&gt;Reply:wow. holy crap that's the best story I've EVER read from someone your age.. when i was 12, i had troubles writing a paragraph for school haha. i'm 14 now, and i'm somewhat better, but nothing still compared to this! keep writing, this could pay VERY well if you practice, and get someone reliable to edit it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stephen.&lt;br&gt;Reply:You are twelve? wOw! Gr8 imagery!! I'm jealous... by the time your in highschool you'll be writing novels.&lt;br&gt;Reply:pretty good except the grammar but you can sure write a story&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2132600294331981660?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2132600294331981660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-like-my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2132600294331981660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2132600294331981660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-like-my-story.html' title='Do you like my story?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2477070347742095825</id><published>2009-11-13T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:45:03.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To any women, what is your opinion on men wearing fuzzy slippers as a fetish.  Do you think it is cute, ect...</title><content type='html'>I am part of a group that has a love for wearing fuzzy slippers.  I would love to know if the idea is cute, wierd, funny.  I can not ask ladies I work with because I do not know the general opinion of it.  I hope to read as many responses as possible.  I am serious, so please, no mean answers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;To any women, what is your opinion on men wearing fuzzy slippers as a fetish.  Do you think it is cute, ect...&lt;br&gt;cute!&lt;br&gt;Reply:That's a fetish?  I'd think you just like wearing fuzzy slippers.  Enjoy!&lt;br&gt;Reply:i think it is weird, but if a guy has the right personality to pull it off then i guess it can be considered a fetish...however, if you love wearing fuzzy slippers, you should wear them no matter what other people think&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://hiking-boots-reviews.blogspot.com/&gt;hiking boots reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2477070347742095825?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2477070347742095825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-any-women-what-is-your-opinion-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2477070347742095825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2477070347742095825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-any-women-what-is-your-opinion-on.html' title='To any women, what is your opinion on men wearing fuzzy slippers as a fetish.  Do you think it is cute, ect...'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7216003585514862395</id><published>2009-11-13T02:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:44:48.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rephrase this paragraph...please?</title><content type='html'>In Shaw's days women were subordinate to men. They were regarded as property. Therefore, Eliza's father is a good example of this attitude "selling Eliza to Higgins as if she was his property” (page 67). This shows that inequality of the sexes is greater than inequality between classes. Eliza has been made a lady, regardless of her origin. During that time, the belief prevailed that only a man can turn a woman into a lady. This is illustrated in Eliza's helplessness and in the way Higgins treats her. The conflict reaches its climax when Higgins suggests that “Eliza should marry.” (page 65) As to Eliza's situation, she has to decide between marrying and going out to work. This reflects the contemporary beliefs that it was degrading for women to earn their own living. However, Eliza begins to rebel against Higgins by tossing the slippers at him. This can be seen as a way of release to the other ladies. In conclusion, one can say that Shaw's criticism and opinion is expressed in Eliza. Whereas females of the period were marked by some kind of helplessness, Eliza is an independent, self-confident character. She even uses language training to show superiority over Higgins.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rephrase this paragraph...please?&lt;br&gt;In the era that Shaw lived, women were subordinate to men; they were property.  Eliza's father is a good example: he sold "...Eliza as if she (were) his property" (p 67).  This shows that inequality of the sexes is greater than inequality of the the classes.  Despite her origins, Eliza became a lady.  We see this through Eliza's helplessness and the way Higgins treats her&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflict (which BTW you have not brought out) climaxes when Higgins suggests that "Eliza should marry"  (p65).  Eliza must now decide between marriage and work.  This reflects contemporary beliefs that working women are somehow inferior.  But, Eliza rebels by throwing Higgins slippers at him.  This can be seen by other women as release and rebellion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Eliza an expression of Shaw's belief system?  Certainly.  Whereas women of that period and in the upper class were marked by 'helplessness', Eliza is not in that category.  She is  confident and independent.  This is evidendenced by her strong language skills that have surpassed Higgins'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7216003585514862395?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7216003585514862395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/rephrase-this-paragraphplease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7216003585514862395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7216003585514862395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/rephrase-this-paragraphplease.html' title='Rephrase this paragraph...please?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7852783413399580478</id><published>2009-11-13T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:44:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies need your opinion!! 20 or more answers gets an extra weekend!!!! Please help get the Second?</title><content type='html'>A guy at work bet me and 2 other girls and we won. The loser has to wait on the winners hand foot pampering them for the weekend. If he won the 3 of us were going to have to pamper him and wait on him hand and foot for the weekend. The deal is that the loser must do everything, cant take the easy way out and send us to a spa We are going to his house in our pajamas and slippers so we are comfy during our pampering. We wear heels all week, work our butts off and we deserve to be waited on hand of foot. Ladies help us show this guy that he has made a mistake. Were think lots of foot massage, manicures, pedicures, taking our slippers off and on, chick flicks.  I want to know what you would do if you won a bet and a guy had to wait on you and your  hand and foot pampering after a long work week? Please give us some good ideas we had to do this for him last time we lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies need your opinion!! 20 or more answers gets an extra weekend!!!! Please help get the Second?&lt;br&gt;Have them wear lingerie while he is waiting on you hand and foot. Whether he is in public or private. Make him go to the store and buy tampons and napkins. Let them wash your car wearing their underwear. Have him call you madame or mistress all weekend. Have him make you dinner. Make him wear heels around the house all day. Wow, I wish I had a guy to humiliate all weekend.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Get them to...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your nails-file,french manicure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make loads of food-keep sending them back for more!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch really girly movies eg the notebook/pride %26amp; prejudice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your hair-first straighten,then decide you want curls!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make him wear heels while doing all this,so he knows how you feel!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Make him do it all naked&lt;br&gt;Reply:Torture him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tell him {some object} is crooked and needs to be adjusted a little to the right. That's too far to the right, move it a little to the left.Repeat process several times until the object is exactly where it started and finish with "Perfect! that's much better."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask for a glass of water. Complain about the number or size of the ice cubes. Ask for crushed ice then change your mind when he brings it to you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Demand that he teaches you Japanese. Act disgusted when he tells you he doesn't know the language. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tell him you can't decide which color to paint your toenails then ask him to paint each of his toenails different colors so you can make an informed decision. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make him wave a fan on you and feed you grapes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Bring over all of your laundry and make him do it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:foot massages, manicures, pedicures, taking our slippers off and on, chick flicks, getting your hair fixed, getting your make-up done...ect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just be careful what you girls decide cause if he wins again then he might be worse than you all if you do to much.&lt;br&gt;Reply:turn him into your own little girly maid.&lt;br&gt;Reply:he wants pampering then show him a girl make-over ;)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Put make-up on him and do his hair!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7852783413399580478?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7852783413399580478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-need-your-opinion-20-or-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7852783413399580478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7852783413399580478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-need-your-opinion-20-or-more.html' title='Ladies need your opinion!! 20 or more answers gets an extra weekend!!!! Please help get the Second?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1906839075291161070</id><published>2009-11-13T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:44:15.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies do you have any good ideas?</title><content type='html'>A guy at work bet me and 2 other girls and we won. The loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot, pampering them for the weekend. If he won the 3 of us were going to have to pamper him and wait on him hand and foot for the weekend. The deal is that the loser must do everything, cant take the easy way out and send us to a spa We are going to his house in our pajamas and slippers so we are comfy during our pampering. We wear heels all week, work our butts off and we deserve to be waited on hand of foot. Ladies help us show this guy that he has made a mistake. We were thinking lots of foot massages, maybe a manicure, pedicures, taking our slippers off and on, wash our hair, brush it, and straighten it, chick flicks. Would you include that stuff? I want to know what you would do if you won a bet and a guy had to wait on you and your friends hand and foot, pampering you after a long work week? Please give us some good ideas we had to do this for him last time we lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies do you have any good ideas?&lt;br&gt;all that sounds good but....if it were me i would have the loser paint his own finger and toe nails with some hot pink or bright red nail polish:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1906839075291161070?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1906839075291161070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-have-any-good-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1906839075291161070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1906839075291161070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-do-you-have-any-good-ideas.html' title='Ladies do you have any good ideas?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8946217297804921102</id><published>2009-11-13T02:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:43:59.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Please help!! Looking for best answer?</title><content type='html'>Need help from creative ladies!!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend just lost a bet to me in a racquetball game. He was talking all sorts of trash how girls cant play sports and stuff like that. He plays every week, so all i had to do was score 5 points. Winner is the other person's slave for the weekend and will do everything. Can't embrass the person outside the house. I am going to spend the weekend in my pjs and fuzzy slippers. He will be wearing a pair of my pjs and a nice pair of pink fuzzy slippers while he is waiting on me hand and foot. What are some good ideas that i can make him do. I want to make him play for his comments about girls? What kind of pampering should he have to do? Should i bring friends over and make him pamper all of us? I need some good answers!!Thank you in advance for your time and answers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies Please help!! Looking for best answer?&lt;br&gt;dont invite your friends&lt;br&gt;Reply:Don't go anywhere this weekend.  Invite a ton of your friends over, also a ton of his friends over.  Make him dress like a female from head to toe.  Put tons of face makeup on him and paint his fingernails and toenails.  Make him do all the chores around the house.  Sit on the couch watching your favorite shows while he goes and gets you drinks and/or foods that you ask him to get.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be creative and have fun!  :)    i hope you have a blast&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://teeth.imwebhost.com/&gt;Teeth Implants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8946217297804921102?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8946217297804921102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-please-help-looking-for-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8946217297804921102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8946217297804921102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-please-help-looking-for-best.html' title='Ladies Please help!! Looking for best answer?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-740162730563977808</id><published>2009-11-13T02:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:43:44.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies please help! 20 answers gets us an extra weekend! He doesnt think well get many ideas. Prove him wrong!</title><content type='html'>A guy at work bet me and 2 other girls and we won. The loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot, pampering them for the weekend. If he won the 3 of us were going to have to pamper him and wait on him hand and foot for the weekend. The deal is that the loser must do everything, cant take the easy way out and send us to a spa We are going to his house in our pajamas and slippers so we are comfy during our pampering. We wear heels all week, work our butts off and we deserve to be waited on hand of foot. Ladies help us show this guy that he has made a mistake. We were thinking lots of foot massages, maybe a manicure, pedicures, taking our slippers off and on, wash our hair, brush it, and straighten it, chick flicks. Would you include that stuff? I want to know what you would do if you won a bet and a guy had to wait on you and your friends hand and foot, pampering after a long work week? Please give us some good ideas we had to do this for him last time we lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies please help! 20 answers gets us an extra weekend! He doesnt think well get many ideas. Prove him wrong!&lt;br&gt;O yeah, foot massages, back massages, make him paint my toe nails, brush my hair, get me my coffee with my special creamer, no talking just doing!&lt;br&gt;Reply:well, I wouldn't make them do so much that they wouldn't want to make this same bet again---know what I mean?   I would have them tidy up around my work area.  Yeah, the pedicure sounds great (IF your feet don't stink!).   Maybe a foot massage would be better.    Have them paint your fingernails.   Whatever you do, make it memorable for them, too.   maybe they will WANT to lose the next time.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:this could be fun, enjoy!  i would want to be served cocktails and finger foods, while soaking my feet so that he could do a mini pedicure.  Your right about chick flicks, absolutely, and flowers should be waiting for each of you with a special hand written card that highlights the good points of each of you.  you mentioned foot messages, and washing and doing hair, what about just a plain ol scalp message too. enjoy your time and good luck&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh yeah! make him give you a back massage too! And make him serve you food and stuff like that. I would make him rub lotion on me too. I hope you win the bet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-740162730563977808?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/740162730563977808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-please-help-20-answers-gets-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/740162730563977808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/740162730563977808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-please-help-20-answers-gets-us.html' title='Ladies please help! 20 answers gets us an extra weekend! He doesnt think well get many ideas. Prove him wrong!'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4091216175170706876</id><published>2009-11-13T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:43:27.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me with a witty yet friendly verse for  wedding novelty...?</title><content type='html'>HI,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to have a box of soft slipper 'flip-flops' (or 'thongs' you might call them') in the ladies bathroom at my wedding reception as a novelty gift for the women to wear during the night when/if their feet get tired and sore from the high heeled shoes... I know i'll be needing them!! ☺&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody think of something I can put on a card to put with the box to tell people what they are for and to help themselves? Something like:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you've been kicking up your heels and now your tired feet could use a rest, please join the bride and help yourself to a comfy pair of flip-flops and dance the night away!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny, or witty, or just more eloquent than that would be great!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, for those that worry about my guest's safety, they will be non-slip rubber soled! lol)&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help me with a witty yet friendly verse for  wedding novelty...?&lt;br&gt;I don't know about witty or eloquent  - but at least it rhymes...sort of. lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is long, your feet are sore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sweet relief is near&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don this gift, with thanks from us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dance with no more tears.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 'comfotable' stiletto’s, are often wedding day attire&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d rather have you comfortable, than sport blisters of fire&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your tired but fashionable feet, we have supplied what’s best&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thing the bride herself, is hiding beneath her dress&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;br /&gt;OK, so I'm no rhyming genius -but hey -shoot me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a really wonderful, unique idea!&lt;br&gt;Reply:i like cari answer... hey were did you find them? just wondering.. i was going to do that but couldnt find anything&lt;br&gt;Reply:You've been kicking up your heels&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you feel like you could drop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead join the bride and groom on the dance floor,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking a comfy pair of flip flops!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I am doing this at my wedding, having a pail of the slippers with just a sign that says "Dancing Shoes"&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4091216175170706876?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4091216175170706876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-with-witty-yet-friendly-verse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4091216175170706876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4091216175170706876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-with-witty-yet-friendly-verse.html' title='Help me with a witty yet friendly verse for  wedding novelty...?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3876614235186184292</id><published>2009-11-13T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:43:12.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your house falls on someone is it OK keep the shoes off of the dead woman under your house?</title><content type='html'>My house was sucked up in a twister and fell on top of this old lady killing her and this good witch gave me her ruby slippers and now this crazy witch is after me wanting her sisters shoes back and i don't know what to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;If your house falls on someone is it OK keep the shoes off of the dead woman under your house?&lt;br&gt;You shouldn't joke about these things. . . I've never been the same since that house fell on my sister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me get my flying monkeys.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Keep the shoes! u can never have too many&lt;br&gt;Reply:Close your eyes, click your heels together and say:  "There's no place like home, there;s no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no.........."  And that goes for your little dog too!!!  Surrender Dorothy!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:If the shoes are cute...then yes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Finders Keepers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click your heels!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well, you could be taken into small claims court, but her case might be pretty weak. First of all, she'll have a hard time producing the receipt for the slippers. If she does produce the receipt for the slippers, you can counter with the "Finders Keepers" defense. If the judge rules in her favor, you'll have 30 days to return them, which should give you plenty of time to do your errands with them. (Y'know, meet new friends, travel, talk to local magicians and what not.)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sure, take the shoes and don't go the wizard of oz. Instead, use them to get yourself back to Kansas. This is only a suggestion. Unless you want to meet the wicked witch, i suggest you go with it.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Give me back my ruby slippers I'm the only one who knows how to use them&lt;br&gt;Reply:Now you have to remember that the good witch that gave those shoes was her sister... And yes a sister does have the legal rights to do that if the parents are no longer alive..................&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would take the shoes.  I love shoes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm fairly sure that that didn't happen to you, but you should give the shoes to her sister and buy your own&lt;br&gt;Reply:well, I'd be careful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those shoes were pretty important to the Wicked Witch of the West...&lt;br&gt;Reply:1. Wake up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop doing drugs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved. Have a nice day.&lt;br&gt;Reply:OK well.....it kinda seems like the wizards of oz but never mind DAT i think i would keep the shoes and run don't let her have them an ways it doesn't seem real well take run and sell on eBay ....jk&lt;br&gt;Reply:call the po po hoe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as medea would say!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:YOUR SICK TWISTED AND ON CRACK YOU DONT KEEP THE SHOES&lt;br&gt;Reply:Pshh yeah, they're on your property. ***** shouldn't be walking around under tornadoes anyway.&lt;br&gt;Reply:u culd becuz its on your property but that wuld be kinda wrong but funny just take the dead persons shoes and run lol&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'll get you my pretty...and your little dog too!!!!!  Keep the shoes!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Totally yours.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I would throw water on her.  Just a thought.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sounds like you will need to go to court or have an arbitrator decide on who gets the shoes. I would suggest a trial. You have more character witnesses than the other witches sister. Plus, the good witch actually stole the slippers and gave them to you. You could give them back, but the worse think your looking at is recieving stolen property. Although in that neighborhood, I don't think anyone will talk to cops. I hear they had a guild or gang thing going on. I think your in the clear on the theft charges unless the sister had a security crystal ball that was recording the whole incidence. However, this could lead to greater legal complications if they try charging you for the dead witches death. You could be looking at life. If you can prove that it was something like an accident you might get out from under the manslaughter charges. I don't know. If you can find proof that the twister was real you might avoid a criminal charge. However, if the crazy witch tries suing you for wrongful death, the burden of proof is in her favor and you could be looking at a OJ Simpson verdict. Of course, if the crazy witch decides to pull an OJ on you. She might barge in with her entire monkey man entourage and demand the stolen items. In that case, you might be able to get her for armed extortion. I would find a lawyer to spin this for you. You might get away with community service which can be like a walk in field full of flowers. I hear they have a great lawyer in your area. He's a real wizard with this stuff. Just surround yourself with friends and get your sweet a** down the road. Hopefully, the insurance on your home will be enough to cover your legal fees unless they pull a Hurricane Katrina maneuver and tell you that your home wasn't covered because the tornado was the wrong class of tornadic design. They really screw you with the fine print. Good luck. Hope this helps.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Does she have any living relatives? If so they should go to them :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:The shoes are yours now.&lt;br&gt;Reply:If the shoe dont fit, you gotta acquit.&lt;br&gt;Reply:wow thats crazy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell dat nikka to back off&lt;br&gt;Reply:HAve you been reading too many fairy tales??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you on drugs?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wow, that sounds like a tough situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try talking to the woman's sister, and try not to call her a witch to her face.  Hopefully, she will understand -just be polite and try your best to reason with her.  If she refuses to listen to you, and even ends up sending a horde of winged monkeys after you, you might want to get an adult involved.&lt;br&gt;Reply:The shoes belong to the sister in any court in America. The statutes in Oz might be different. Also if their are any extenuating circumstances, such as, outstanding debts, self defense,threats to humanity, etc. then you might be able to tie up the courts with it so long that the shoes might as well belong to you anyway.&lt;br&gt;Reply:yes it is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well, it depends if you want to shut the old bag up or not.  You might as well give them to here because you'll never hear the end of it otherwise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3876614235186184292?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3876614235186184292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-your-house-falls-on-someone-is-it-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3876614235186184292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3876614235186184292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-your-house-falls-on-someone-is-it-ok.html' title='If your house falls on someone is it OK keep the shoes off of the dead woman under your house?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7275795176163619685</id><published>2009-11-13T02:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:42:55.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogurt commercial song?!?! (choosing best)?</title><content type='html'>j/w what the song in the yogurt commercial was (i think its also in chitty chitty bang bang where the king or w/e is singing) where the lady is swinging on the swing with fuzzy pink slippers and i forgot the lyrics.... at the moment DARN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i need it for myspace so yea&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever has the song first gets best!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks %26lt;3 kiki&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yogurt commercial song?!?! (choosing best)?&lt;br&gt;I haven't seen the commercial you're talking about but I love Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I used to watch it 3 times a day, everyday when i ws a kid. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called 'Chu-Chi Face'. Barron Bomburst sings it to his Baroness in their kingdom where kids are not allowed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a car mechanic. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here are the lyrics...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music and Lyrics by...Richard M. Sherman %26amp; Robert B. Sherman. The following I obtained from http://unsinkablecork.com/chitty/songs.h... &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;br /&gt;You're my little chu-chi face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coo-chi, coo-chi, woo-chi little chu-chi face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you I sigh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're my little teddy bear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovey lovey dovey little teddy bear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the apfel strudel of mine eye&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chu-chi woo-chi nose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chu-chi woo-chi eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set my heart a flutter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ooo-chi coo-chi ways&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ooo-chi coo-chi gaze&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilts me down like meltings butter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my little chu-chi face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're my teddy bear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we're a chu-chi woo-chi, ooo-chi coo-chi pair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you may ask becomes my happy task&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only live to serve you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will divine what magic made you mine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know I don't deserve you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my little chu-chi face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're my teddy bear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we're a chu-chi woo-chi, ooo-chi coo-chi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu-chi, Woo-chi, Ooo-chi, Coo-chi pair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu-chi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-chi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-chi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coo-chi pair&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://stretch-fabric-boot.blogspot.com/&gt;fabric boot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7275795176163619685?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7275795176163619685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/yogurt-commercial-song-choosing-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7275795176163619685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7275795176163619685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/yogurt-commercial-song-choosing-best.html' title='Yogurt commercial song?!?! (choosing best)?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1507250020905770858</id><published>2009-11-13T02:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:42:40.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?</title><content type='html'>I would prefer to make something, even if it comes out spendy. Any ideas you would have would be helpful. A lady at work once received a pair of slippers from someone that were made out of maxi pads. They even had non-slip soles! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything like that would work. Thanks in advance for all clever ideas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?&lt;br&gt;Look at what you can do with toilet paper:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://humor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsit...&lt;br&gt;Reply:How about a kitty litter cake? This is actually an edible cake but it looks like kitty litter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 spice or German chocolate cake mix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 white cake mix&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 large pkg vanilla instant pudding mix, prepared (I like Bird's® dessert mix)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large pkg vanilla sandwich cookies &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green food coloring &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 small Tootsie Rolls®&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 new kitty litter pan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 new plastic kitty litter pan liner &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 new pooper scooper &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare cake mixes and bake according to directions (any size pans). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare pudding mix and chill until ready to assemble. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumble white sandwich cookies in small batches in food processor, scraping often. Set aside all but about 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup cookie crumbs, add a few drops green food coloring and mix until completely colored.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble into a large bowl. Toss with half the remaining white cookie crumbs and the chilled pudding. Important: mix in just enough of the pudding to moisten it. You don't want it too soggy. Combine gently. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line a new, clean kitty litter box. Put the cake/pudding/cookie mixture into the litter box. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put three unwrapped Tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until soft and pliable. Shape ends so they are no longer blunt, curving slightly. Repeat with 3 more Tootsie rolls bury them in the mixture. Sprinkle the other half of cookie crumbs over top. Scatter the green cookie crumbs lightly on top of everything -- this is supposed to look like the chlorophyll in kitty litter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat 3 Tootsie Rolls in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake; sprinkle with cookie crumbs. Spread remaining Tootsie Rolls over the top; take one and heat until pliable, hang it over the side of the kitty litter box, sprinkling it lightly with cookie crumbs. Place the box on a newspaper and sprinkle a few of the cookie crumbs around for a truly disgusting effect!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture on the site where I got the recipe. http://www.fabulousfoods.com/recipes/des...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you might try&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowman Poop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-marshmallows &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic bag &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribbon &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag/Verse &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a handful of mini-marshmallows in plastic bag.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie off with pretty holiday ribbon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print and attach tag with verse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to friends and family as a fun holiday joke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been naughty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the Scoop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting nothing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Snowman Poop!&lt;br&gt;Reply:well go to a gag gift store get an idea of what you want to do go home make it and if that dont work be the gag gift&lt;br&gt;Reply:there's a compact that does a sexy whistle! the font of it said 40 isn't so bad, just look at yourself!&lt;br&gt;Reply:toothbrush floss and toothpaste with a bag of m%26amp;ms or a car piece with some candy&lt;br&gt;Reply:Cat poop cookies. They are oatmeal cocoa cookies, shaped like cat poop, then you buy a new cat pan and pooper scooper and sprinkle grapenuts cereal in the cat pan to look like cat litter, and put the poop cookies in there. When you serve them, use the poop scoop.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Attach a snorkel mask and tube to two small boards that sit on the shoulders. Voila! Muff Diving Kit.&lt;br&gt;Reply:How about gingerbread cookies (or any cookies) in the shape of dog bones?  You could put it in a brown paper bag and label it "So and So's Doggie Bag?"&lt;br&gt;Reply:We did this one year - bought a small hoe and tied a 2 dollar bill to it - "Here's your $2.00 ho! "      One year we went out to the pasture and scooped up a big ole cow patty - and put it into a cake box - frosted it and put on sprinkles!    That was horrible - but again - got a really big laugh.  One year we bought a bathroom plunger, spray painted it gold and glittered it with gold and then glued on big fake jewels - attached a note that said "A scepter for your throne room."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps!&lt;br&gt;Reply:We went to Christmas party last year and were instructed to bring funny gifts for exchange. I got a "Santa style negligee " at Walmart foer less than $12.00. It was a big hit. It also comes in a variety of sizes.  Have fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1507250020905770858?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1507250020905770858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/gag-gift-ideas-we-have-party-this_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1507250020905770858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1507250020905770858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/gag-gift-ideas-we-have-party-this_13.html' title='Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-934401665670255799</id><published>2009-11-13T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:42:23.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?</title><content type='html'>I would prefer to make something, even if it comes out spendy. Any ideas you would have would be helpful. A lady at work once received a pair of slippers from someone that were made out of maxi pads. They even had non-slip soles! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything like that would work. Thanks in advance for all clever ideas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?&lt;br&gt;lol i just had 1 this weekend, some gitfs there were: a blow up sheep' a ring toss penis game, chocolate flavored dildo, fart candy, 5xl thong, a homemade dildo kit. penis shaped loli-pops, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to buy something 'Spencers' has great ideas. Hvve fun at your party and Happy Holidays.&lt;br&gt;Reply:when you say gag gifts,the first thin that came to my deviant mind is red ball gag.....haha,&lt;br&gt;Reply:Its nasty, but there's a site on the net that'll send out a cow-pie to someone. An by cow-pie, i do mean a cow turd, shaped and put into a pie crust. How great is that?&lt;br&gt;Reply:if you just want to buy something then go to the mall at spencers, they always have funny/cool things there, but if you want to make something yourself then get a cup, wrap condoms ALL around it (to make it look like it was a cup made out of condoms), pour milk in it and drink out of it! lol ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-934401665670255799?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/934401665670255799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/gag-gift-ideas-we-have-party-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/934401665670255799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/934401665670255799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/gag-gift-ideas-we-have-party-this.html' title='Gag gift ideas? We have a party this weekend and supposed to bring a gag gift.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1841032930498332402</id><published>2009-11-13T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:42:07.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies If your guy enjoyed ballet and brought home a tutu, tights and ballet slippers would you prance around?</title><content type='html'>for him every couple of weeks and play the ballerina role?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies If your guy enjoyed ballet and brought home a tutu, tights and ballet slippers would you prance around?&lt;br&gt;Don't think he'd ever do that, but then again I was a dancer for 20 years so I have all that stuff already.  He does keep asking if he can see me dance tho...&lt;br&gt;Reply:of course...he already loves Dancing with the Stars so Might as well support him...He already supports me watching OC Choppers&lt;br&gt;Reply:If that's what it takes to rev his motor, then fine!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better for him to ask me than to go to someone else....&lt;br&gt;Reply:No... if I were a ballerina I would prance around in front of him naked... it would be more fun!&lt;br&gt;Reply:id question whether he was gay&lt;br&gt;Reply:no&lt;br&gt;Reply:Sure why not what ever turns my man on  is ok with me !&lt;br&gt;Reply:sure, if it turned him on  I'd of wore what ever asked to wear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1841032930498332402?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1841032930498332402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-if-your-guy-enjoyed-ballet-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1841032930498332402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1841032930498332402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-if-your-guy-enjoyed-ballet-and.html' title='Ladies If your guy enjoyed ballet and brought home a tutu, tights and ballet slippers would you prance around?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7683444037679741871</id><published>2009-11-13T02:41:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:41:52.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!?</title><content type='html'>Appology Letter.....hilarious&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A School Master from a remote rural area in Bihar was transferred to a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new School in Mumbai. He reported for duty two days after the actual &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date of joining. Consequently he was asked for an explanation in &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer sur, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If small small mistakes getting inside my letter, I big you pardon, *** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a good englis speaker. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fist vijit to Bombai. Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your school more fastly, but for the following region, too much time &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment. I tolded &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has head ache problem due to migration. Still the clerk rejected to &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give ticket to I and my sun. I putted a complain on station masterji. He &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said I to go to the lady clerk. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she also rejected. I then pressed for long time and finally &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with great difficulty she gave a birth to my sun. Anyway I thanked the&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;JoKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!?&lt;br&gt;brilliant, hilarious, amazing, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100000/10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i loved it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna use some of them in my mails to the boss and claim bad english, especially the last sentence &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May God blast u"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really good&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha ha ha HA HA!!!!! 10/10&lt;br&gt;Reply:No...I got it, but really didn't seem that funny, sorry.  Sort of half - smile&lt;br&gt;Reply:hehehehehehehehehehehehehe....awesome!!!...&lt;br&gt;Reply:Not a bad start to the New Year. 10/10, but how did you meet my new next door neighbour?&lt;br&gt;Reply:omg!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so amazing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/10!&lt;br&gt;Reply:hahaha&lt;br&gt;Reply:good! =) * 4 u!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nice joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another version of this joke:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Independence Day Speech&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Schoolmaster from a remote rural area was transferred to a school in Bombay. He reported for duty two days before August 15 and, as was the practice in the school, was asked to address the assembly on Independence Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s his dynamite speech : Leddies and Gentulmens, Contemporaries, Children, "This is my first maiden speech. If small small mistakes get inside my speech, I ask pardon. Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint your school more fastly, but for the following reason.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment. The clerk rejected to give ticket. I put complaint on station master. He said me to go to lady clerk. At first she also rejected. I then pressed her for long time and at last with great difficulty she gave birth(Berth) only to my son. Anyway I thanked the station master because he was responsible for getting birth of my son.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got independent because of great leaders linke Gandhiji who get-outted all angrezi peoples from India. Tilak said Swaraj is our birth-rate and we shall halve it. Today we all halve our birth-rate. You children are future dynamic generators of the Nation. Look into future time only. No backside looking, or looking at your behind. Be like great like X’ raj Ranjan of Germany or Presidents like Loosebelt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know genius, no? It is one per cent perspiration and ninety seven percent evaporation. They became great by reading great books. After we finish you here in the school, you can go to college and get B.A., M.A. and other decrease. Then you can become great liars in the supreme courts, shattered accountants, or leacherers in college.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is like a garden. You are the seeds, school is the soil. We will bury you in this soil, pour water of knowledge on your heads and one day will become great phools. Many vacancy job come in newspapers. Only yesterday I saw in paper "Wanted for refuted engineering firm: Generators, highpower condensors" so and so forth, etc. These jobs may be teknickel, but you can rise. If you have flare in English, you can become teacher.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now ending this fastly. My God blast you! Thank you and thank God I am finished. Joy Hind!"&lt;br&gt;Reply:i'ts bless not blast... anyway....     ha ha aha haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.computer-security.com.cn&gt;computer security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7683444037679741871?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7683444037679741871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7683444037679741871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7683444037679741871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke.html' title='JoKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-4948512367104386276</id><published>2009-11-13T02:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:41:36.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Writers and Their Novels?</title><content type='html'>For each of the authors, which are your favorite books?  I've listed mine.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JO BEVERLY-Something Wicked, Secrets of the Night, My Lady Notorious, Tempting Fortune&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SANDRA BROWN-Adam's Fall, Breakfast in Bed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CATHERINE COULTER- Sherbrooke Bride, Hellion Bride, Heiress Bride, Scottish Bride&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MILLIE CRISWELL-Dangerous, Desperate, Defiant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BARBARA DELINSKY-Three Wishes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. JUDE DEVERAUX-Legend&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. JANE FEATHER-Diamond Slipper, Silver Rose, Emerald Swan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DOROTHY GARLOCK-Larkspur&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. JULIE GARWOOD- For the Roses, One Pink One White One Red Rose, Come the Spring&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HEATHER GRAHAM POZZESSERE-One Wore Blue, One Wore Gray, One Rode West&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ROBIN LEE HATCHER-Chances Are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. LINDA HOWARD-MacKenzie's Mt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. JOAN JOHNSTON-Hawk's Way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. JAYNE ANN KRENTZ/AMANDA QUICK-Eclipse Bay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.JUDITH MCNAUGHT-Remember When&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DEBBIE MACOMBER-Manning Family, Mrs. Miracle, Angels Series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.LINDA L MILLER-Corbins, Orphan Train&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.CONSTANCE O'DAY FLANNERY-Time Kept Promises&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Romance Writers and Their Novels?&lt;br&gt;You like some of the same authors that I like: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Between Us by Barbara Delinsky....her new book is so good....you must read it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Tree***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woman Next Door****&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Garlock: I loved this series:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Song&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Parade&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others that I have read by Dorothy:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edge of Town&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on a Hill&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Place Called Rainwater&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Rising&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's Highway&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Week from Sunday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Macomber:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shop on Blossom Street&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Good Yarn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on Blossom Street&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah's Garden&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Texas Vol.1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome Cowboy and Texas Two Step&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Texas Vol.2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's Child and Dr. Texas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Texas Vol.3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nell's Cowboy and Lone Star Baby&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Cove Series:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Lighthouse Road&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204 Rosewood Lane&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;311 Pelican Court&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 Cranberry Point&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Harbor Street&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Rainer Drive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Seaside Avenue................all these by Debbie are great!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Red by Eileen Goudge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Carr:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin River&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelter Mountain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering Rock....I loved this trilogy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lavender Hour by Anne D. LeClaire&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mending Fences by Sherryl Woods.....reading now and the first time I have read her and it is great!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the House by Ellen Barker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace by Danielle Steel...I have read all her books!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Surrogate by Judith Henry Wall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Graceland by Steve Carlson&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesca's Kitchen by Peter Pezzelli&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday by Peter Pezzelli&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more authors that I think you will like are:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luanne Rice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Wiggs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Hannah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Cates..Picket Fences&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me if you want to.......&lt;br&gt;Reply:I love these authors and there series books! Great reads, great times! Must haves!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Howard's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1MACKENZIE'S MOUNTAIN&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Mackenzie %26amp; Mary Elizabeth Potter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2MACKENZIE'S MISSION: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe 'Breed' Mackenzie %26amp; Dr. Caroline Evans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3MACKENZIE'S PLEASURE: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane Mackenzie %26amp; Barrie Lovejoy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4MACKENZIE'S MAGIC: Maris Mackenzie %26amp; Alex MacNeil&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5A GAME OF CHANCE: Chance Mackenzie %26amp; Sunny Miller &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - The MacGregors: Serena ~ Caine (originally titled Playing the Odds and Tempting Fate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - The MacGregors: Alan ~ Grant (originally titled All the Possibilities and One Man's Art&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 The MacGregors: Daniel ~ Ian (originally titled For Now, Forever and In From the Cold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- The MacGregor Brides&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - The Winning Hand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - The MacGregor Grooms&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - The Perfect Neighbor &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Rebellion, a historical set in Scotland&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that focuses on the ancestors of the current day MacGregors&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, 15, 16 THREE SISTERS TRILOGY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Upon the Air (2001), Heaven and Earth (2001), Face the Fire (2002)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17, 18, 19 CHESAPEAKE BAY &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Swept (1998), Rising Tides (1998), Inner Harbor, (1999), Chesapeake Blue (2003)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrilyn Kenyon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fantasy Lover, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2002)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. "The Beginning", also in the back of Sins of the Night (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2002)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Dragonswan, reprinted singly by Berkley (2005) (ISBN 0515140791)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Night Pleasures, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2002)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Night Embrace, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2003) (ISBN 0-31298-482-0)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. "Phantom Lover", in the anthology Midnight Pleasures (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2003) (ISBN 0-31298-762-5)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7.  Dance with the Devil, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2003) (ISBN 0-31298-483-9)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. "A Dark-Hunter Christmas", also in the back of Dance with the Devil (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2003)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Kiss of the Night, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2004)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Night Play, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2004)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Winter Born", in the anthology Stroke of Midnight (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2004) (ISBN 0-31299-876-7)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Seize the Night, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2005)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sins of the Night, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2005) (ISBN 0-31293-432-7)&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;br /&gt; 14. "Second Chances", in Exclusive Dark-Hunter Collectible Booklet (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2005), free giveaway.  Will be included in the upcoming Dark-Hunter Companion!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. Unleash the Night, (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2005) (ISBN 0-31293-433-5)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Dark Side of the Moon (St. Martin's Press, 2006, reprinted by St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2007)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. "A Hard Day's Night-Searcher", in the anthology My Big Fat Supernatural Wedding (St. Martin's Griffin, 2006) (ISBN 0-31234-360-4)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. "Until Death We Do Part", in the anthology Love At First Bite (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2006) (ISBN 0-31234-929-7)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Fear the Darkness, free e-book (St. Martin's Press, 2007)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20. The Dream-Hunter (St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2007)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21. Devil May Cry (St. Martin's Press, 2007) (ISBN 0-31236-950-6)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. Upon the Midnight Clear (St. Martin's Paperback, 2007) (ISBN 0-31294-705-4)&lt;br&gt;Reply:I'm afraid that none of my favorite romance writers appear on your list.  My favorites are Karen Marie Moning, Hannah Howell, Quinn Taylor Evans, %26amp; Jennifer Ashley.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I have only read one romance novel that didn't suck out loud.  Henry Fielding's History of Tom Jones.  You should add that one!&lt;br&gt;Reply:WOW!! I'm also a fan of these ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Beverly - Something Wickid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Brown - Has HEAPS of my faves: Unspeakable, Where theres smoke, Chill Factor, Mirror Image&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Coulter - I like her contemporary series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Garwood - Love her contemporary series - especially Mercy and Heartbreaker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Howard - Probably one of the BEST - I love her Mackenzie series as well as Open Season, Mr Perfect, All the Queens Men, Kill and Tell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne Ann Krentz - White Lies, Truth or Dare&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith McNaught - Paradise and Perfect&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Macomber - Love her Deliverance series - Moon Over Water, Someday Soon and also The Wyoming Kid and Midnight Sons series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Lael Miller - The Never Look Back trilogy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Carr - I recently read her trilogy and loved it! Virgin River, Shelter Mountain, Whispering Rock&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Robards - Bait, Superstition, Heartbreaker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Stuart - All!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami Hoag - All!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora Roberts - So many!! - Northern Lights, Montana Sky, Birthright, Blue Smoke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other great authors:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Skye&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Dodd&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara Janzen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Jerrott&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gennita Low&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Brockmann - Another FAVE author of mine!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I could go on and on ..&lt;br&gt;Reply:Stephany Plum Series -Evanovich&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love anything buy LindaHoward, Joan Johnson, Deb Macomber, Linda Lael Miller, Kat Martin....Irish Rebel by Whitehorse was an eyeopener for "toys" %26amp; Nora Robert's when I can't find anything better&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-4948512367104386276?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4948512367104386276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/romance-writers-and-their-novels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4948512367104386276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/4948512367104386276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/romance-writers-and-their-novels.html' title='Romance Writers and Their Novels?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1582529137383654748</id><published>2009-11-13T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:41:20.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamite Speech by a Desi School Master... if like this than dont forget to award a star..*?</title><content type='html'>A Schoolmaster from a remote rural area was transferred to a school in Bombay. He reported for duty two days before August 15 and, as was the practice in the school, was asked to address the assembly on Independence Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his dynamite speech :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leddies and Gentulmens, Contemporaries, Children, "This is my first maiden speech. If small small mistakes get inside my speech, I ask pardon. Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint your school more fastly, but for the following reason.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment. The clerk rejected to give ticket. I put complaint on station master. He said me to go to lady clerk. At first she also rejected. I then pressed her for long time and at last with great difficulty she gave a birth only to my son. Anyway I thanked the station master because he was responsible for getting birth of my son.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got independent because of great leaders li&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dynamite Speech by a Desi School Master... if like this than dont forget to award a star..*?&lt;br&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahaheheeheheheehehe... I can't stop Laughing. Excellent joke. Brilliant !!!!!!!!.&lt;br&gt;Reply:aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear it.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i will not give you a star because if somebody doesn't speak good English you think that person is an idiot but when Indian from India don't speak good Hindi people like you consider them hep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nikhil, that joke is to be told to desi people. This is not the place. Whatever humor you want to instill here is lost in the long narration. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no stars.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Good joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1582529137383654748?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1582529137383654748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/dynamite-speech-by-desi-school-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1582529137383654748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1582529137383654748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/dynamite-speech-by-desi-school-master.html' title='Dynamite Speech by a Desi School Master... if like this than dont forget to award a star..*?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5132064138724869643</id><published>2009-11-13T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:41:04.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phunny (funny) English Letter... Read it..?</title><content type='html'>A School Master from a remote rural area in Bihar was transferred to a new School in Mumbai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reported for duty two days after the actual date of joining. Consequently he was asked for an explanation in writing…&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;br /&gt;Deer sur,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If small small mistakes getting inside my letter, I big you pardon, @$$ I am not a good englis speaker.This is my fist vijit to Bombai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stickly speaking, I wanted to joint your school more fastly, but for the following region, too much time lost in getting slipper reservation in three-tyre compartment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tolded I has head ache problem due to migration. Still the clerk rejected to give ticket to I and my sun. I putted a complain on station masterji. He said I to go to the lady clerk. At first she also rejected. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then pressed for long time and finally with great difficulty she gave a birth to my sun. Anyway I thanked the station master also because he was phully responsible for getting birth of my sun....&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Phunny (funny) English Letter... Read it..?&lt;br&gt;hahaha.....really phunny........Lalu istyle...&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes, angelpriya, very funny one.%26gt;%26gt;%26gt;%26gt;lmao&lt;br&gt;Reply:gery vood maffed ly mars of&lt;br&gt;Reply:LMAO. I never thought puns could be so hilarious!&lt;br&gt;Reply:ha ha ha what would you do if you recieved that emaiL!!!!! aaaaaaaakwaaaaaaard!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5132064138724869643?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5132064138724869643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/phunny-funny-english-letter-read-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5132064138724869643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5132064138724869643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/phunny-funny-english-letter-read-it.html' title='Phunny (funny) English Letter... Read it..?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3099539105645874304</id><published>2009-11-13T02:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:40:47.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, there's something creepy happening in that house?</title><content type='html'>there's this old lady...with some stick in her hand..and a girl in a rag..then suddenly..with a flick of this stick..this girl out of nowhere wearing an outasite dress!...they both go out..and this pumpkin turn into this big carrige... and this two mouse turn into a horse..it's was so weird..i ran back to the castle..i waited till midnite..then..as the midnite came..i try to go up to the ballroom..and this chick ran into me..she then just got up..and ran away..she left her glass slipper..should i ran after her to give this smelly slipper to her?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dude, there's something creepy happening in that house?&lt;br&gt;Hahaha! You're hilarious!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash the slipper on the floor and ask her ugly sisters for an orgy.&lt;br&gt;Reply:sounds like a bit of a fairy tale&lt;br&gt;Reply:please do so and incase ur rich why dont u buy the poor thing a new pair too if the old one is that smelly&lt;br&gt;Reply:hmmm...since it is a glass slipper you could keep it for the girl you will choose. :D&lt;br&gt;Reply:quit smoking that stuff&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nah....just hit her over the head with it and drag her away cave man style&lt;br&gt;Reply:pft no haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's trippy man :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myspace or msn?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mood to talk to people ..&lt;br&gt;Reply:yeh go chase her and ask the old lady to turn your car thats old into a brand new car 2007..cheers you are entertaining indeed!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh God I'm sorry, that's my interfereing Godmother. She's always trying to marry me off to some unfortunate prince charming. I keep telling her, it's the guy over the road that I want, and if you carry on like this he'll think we're freaks and never notice me.&lt;br&gt;Reply:fox mulder&lt;br&gt;Reply:Cinderella turned white chicks movie based on the family guy and the simpsons cartoon&lt;br&gt;Reply:I think that out there, a lady is waiting for you to find her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut down that computer and find her you know it makes sense.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I FOUND A CHICKS GLASS SLIPPER ONCE I WAS GONNA FIND OUT WHOS IT WAS BUT I DROPPED THE DAMN THING AND IT BROKE SO BECAREFUL AND DONT DROP IT.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Nice fairy tale story&lt;br&gt;Reply:UH.....&lt;br&gt;Reply:this is the story of Cinderella,right?&lt;br&gt;Reply:Oh man,,,this is my lucky day,,,,,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to confession earlier today and said, "Forgive me Father for I have sinned".....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done Tommy O'Connor" said the Priest. "I had sex with a girl"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was it Tommy?" "I cannot tell you Father, please forgive me for my sin."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Mary Margaret Sullivan?" "No Father, please forgive me for my sin."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Catherine Mary McKenzie?" "No Father, I cannot tell you, please forgive me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, was it Sarah Martha O'Keefe?" "No Father, I cannot tell you who it was." "Okay Tommy, go say 5 Hail Marys and 4 Our Fathers and you will be forgiven."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked out to the pew where my friend Joseph was waiting... "What did you get?" asked Joseph. "Well, I got 5 Hail Marys, 4 Our Fathers, and 3 good leads!"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u give me the slipper? Perhaps I can scored with her too,,,%26amp; i exchanged them for the phone numbers of the gals above,,,,,,&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://dental.imwebhost.com/toothache/&gt;Toothache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3099539105645874304?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3099539105645874304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude-theres-something-creepy-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3099539105645874304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3099539105645874304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude-theres-something-creepy-happening.html' title='Dude, there&apos;s something creepy happening in that house?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2741111017229795592</id><published>2009-11-13T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:40:32.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 4th day of Christmas, what did I do?</title><content type='html'>On the 4th day of Christmas I stole from that lady&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Family Albums&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jars of Pennies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Crazy Kitties&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a Slipper on a Shoe Tree&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the 4th day of Christmas, what did I do?&lt;br&gt;on the 5th day you got 5 years for larceny?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2741111017229795592?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2741111017229795592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-4th-day-of-christmas-what-did-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2741111017229795592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2741111017229795592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-4th-day-of-christmas-what-did-i-do.html' title='On the 4th day of Christmas, what did I do?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3478007404665999160</id><published>2009-11-13T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:40:16.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washable mule slippers??</title><content type='html'>Anyone know where I can buy ladies small (size 3-4) washable mule type slippers (not the ones that have foam in them) Thankyou.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Washable mule slippers??&lt;br&gt;You could get some in Next, as I saw some in there on Saturday and I brought a pair. If you go on their website you should be able to find some http://www.next.co.uk/ however I'm not too sure if on the website it will tell you if they are washable&lt;br&gt;Reply:Try the slipperstore they have hundreds of different styles of slippers in there. www.slipperstore.co.uk&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3478007404665999160?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3478007404665999160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/washable-mule-slippers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3478007404665999160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3478007404665999160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/washable-mule-slippers.html' title='Washable mule slippers??'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-7818496355402324116</id><published>2009-11-13T02:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:39:59.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather jacket with pajama pants?  OMG is that a new style for ladies?</title><content type='html'>Today at the doctors office a lady went in wearing a black leather jacket with pants that looked like pajama type pants and fluffy slippers for the shoes.  Is that a new style for ladies now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leather jacket with pajama pants?  OMG is that a new style for ladies?&lt;br&gt;Well, if she was there to see a doctor, perhaps she was feeling too ill to dress in a stylish manner!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I have seen it - pretty tacky!!! Looks like LAZY to me...&lt;br&gt;Reply:oh ew i think she was just tired and maybe to lazy to get dress&lt;br&gt;Reply:no eww. that's sooooo trashy. NOT stylish, at all.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i think she was just wearing her coat over her scrubs&lt;br&gt;Reply:haha no, she probably was sick and didnt want to put normal clothes on. dont be scared.&lt;br&gt;Reply:EW! I hope not!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-7818496355402324116?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7818496355402324116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/leather-jacket-with-pajama-pants-omg-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7818496355402324116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/7818496355402324116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/leather-jacket-with-pajama-pants-omg-is.html' title='Leather jacket with pajama pants?  OMG is that a new style for ladies?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3881096250544054362</id><published>2009-11-13T02:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:39:44.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True story of Cinderalla?</title><content type='html'>Well If u read my first question This is my story Plz I need help with publishing it I am only 11 years old!!!!!&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;br /&gt;This story tells the real story out of all the lies Cinderella told. In this book you will find the story of Cinderella from the step mother;s point of view. With Fun And Exciting events. Loved by all ages.&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;br /&gt;I’m sure you have all heard the story of Cinderella. You know the beautiful girl with the two mean stepsisters, and wicked stepmother. Well you already know the ending, the beautiful girl marries the handsome prince, and they live happily ever after. Well that was the fairy tale, this is the real story. Remember me the wicked stepmother Esmerelda. I may be a stepmother of Cinderella but I am NOT Evil. “You might be thinking why should I believe a old lady with a mole on her nose”, well for your information I have dignity and you should believe me because Cinderella is evil and to prove to you I will tell you the true story of Cinderella! &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;br /&gt;The True Story Of Cinderella! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella may seem copasetic but inside she is as keen as a rat! What am I talking about you all may wonder? Well if you are that confused then why don’t I start from the beginning of beginning? Once upon a time the old saying goes, there used to be a very timid man, his daughter was just born and the mother had just died. It seemed as if his whole life was going to be full of sorrow. Just when he was about to become a man of sorrow, he saw a beautiful maiden walking toward him. Instantly did he fall in love with her and asked her to marry him. And instantly did the Maiden accept. In all this gossip, who do you think the maiden is? ME! Well, let’s forget about that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our, Marriage he showed me Cinderella. Oh how beautiful she looked, so fragile, so sweet, but how should I know she was villainous inside. During the days, as quick as summer turned into winter did my 2 daughters are born. Anastasia and Drizella, those were the names. Even though they were my real daughters I loved them all equally! As the years passed Cinderella grew and with it she became more far away from us, and the more far away she was the more wicked she became. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it was Cinderella was still my daughter even if she was ignoring me, and treating Anastasia and Drizella like servants I loved her. One day, exactly at 5:32 Cinderella’s teatime did I walk to her room. As I was walking I heard Cinderella Whisper to her self it seemed like and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I stopped absently. “ I want to get out of this shaggy place, little rat, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is so horrible”, screeched Cinderella! “ One day I am going to marry a brilliant prince and with the money will I buy many riches, gold, diamonds and many more. Those are what I want”. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why! At those words I was utterly shocked, how could my dear Cinderella do this? At this I knew I had to do something, but what? As nights went by summer was soon approaching. The air became moisture, and the scent of flowers and pollen carried through the air by the bees became more and more frequent! Then one day did the letter come. That day I was in the kitchen telling the servants orders when the door rang. I went out and received it. There stood a small man! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His glasses were as round as a plate, his eyes crooked, and his nose thin and sharp. “ Dear Madam, he said, his voice was horse as if he had just drank some coffee, the prince wants everyone to come to the Ball… there if he sees anyone he likes he would marry her”. At these words I took the letter and told the girls. “Cinderella, Anastasia and Drizella come down, I said and with it they did. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The prince is having a ball and we are invited! (Cheers went on.) Get your gracious dresses and jewels. We have less then 3 days to get ready! Anastasia and Drizella were already rustling to their rooms, while Cinderella just stood there. “ Are you excited I asked?” “Oh, yes,” she said. The way she said it made my skin itch, it seemed as if she was mocking me. Then it hit me! How could I have forgotten it! &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;br /&gt;I remembered the night! Didn’t Cinderella want to betray the person she wanted to marry and get the Jewels for her self? Would she love the prince if he asked her to marry her? Would she kill him?? Questions jammed into my head! I needed a plan and plan I had! Well, with that I hurried up stairs and went to Cinderella and said, “ Cinderella Come here this minute, I have a condition for you. If you really want to come then do these list of this and then you can come.” This will put Cinderella off the hook I thought. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list was amazingly huge, it would be impossible for her to finish with out help and I told the servants not to help her! As me and my daughters were about to leave I went to Cinderella who at the time was looking hopelessly at the list. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of me, she came to me and said, “ You piece of taste less filth how can you not let me go! Huh? I need those riches!” her screams were wild as if she was a mad person!! Her cries were piercing, penetrating, powerful, painful, and pitched! As soon as we were ready did we get out the house! As the carriage was running up to the ball did a lump of guilt from by stomach come up to my throat! Still, I have to ignore it for the benefit of my child! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ball we all were having great time, just as we were starting another dance did we hear a carriage run up the drive. It was a beautifully made carriage with strong horses. The designs of the Carriage were astonishing. The Craft, oh it was breath taking! Amazing I thought if the Carriage was like this, what about the person! Everyone was eager to see who it was and so was I. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise the person who came out of the carriage was not a old women, wasn’t a teen, and certainly wasn’t a family but to my astonishment it was Cinderella her self. At first I couldn’t gather my self! How can Cinderella come? Has she finished? No certainly not! So how did she and where did she get the carriage and oh and that dress. That dress was something. It was blue and sparkles all over it. The word Beautiful cannot express that dress. It was dainty, darling, delicate, and diaphanous. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she come? That question lingered on me till now! Fairy godmother they say! Why should I believe that it is just one of the child talks! As everyone gathered to see Cinderella the prince himself came. He was utterly amazed I might say, I mean looking at his face; you can see the words clearly written. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most surprising thing was the dance. Cinderella and the prince dancing. Cinderella acted as if she did not even know me! What an insult it was! Any way till the beginning till end the prince and Cinderella spend most time together, Well until Cinderella disappeared that is! She left her glass slipper behind, what a joke it was. Some of the people said that her dress was changing into rags? That her gloves with covered ¾ of her hands were disappearing but like I was saying it’s just child talk, is it not? &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;br /&gt;When we went back home, Cinderella was washing and doing her chores. I didn’t know what to say! I wanted to scream at her but I didn’t say anything! To my own surprise it seemed as if I was afraid of her! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days went by Cinderella became her own independent self! She became so ignorant and is having rumors spread about us! More and More she became famous the more the voice of hers was echoed in the home. She was ordering the servants to get her food while she perches on chairs all over the house. Still did I not say anything! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the major event, the prince announced he would come to every home and see if any girls’ feet will fit the glass slipper. Girls who tried to put the glass slipper on were squeezing their feet in! Those whose feet are small are eating more than pigs to get their feet fat. Those who have been large are trying to find a way to make it smaller! The instant that I knew about this, did I have Cinderella locked up in dungeon! While I was up in the room seeing my daughters struggling to place their feet in the glass slipper. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I wonder why hasn’t this glass slipper break yet??? Still right under my nose some how did Cinderella escape and come to prince and try the slipper on! Oh what a horror it was, watching her grinning happily! I tried to tell the prince everything but why would he listen to an evil stepmother! He made the guards come after me and almost try to kill ME! And for the things that I left out, well let me tell you, those are the things that Cinderella just made to spice up things in her own story! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I am telling you this whole story is that Mad- Cinderella dancing and showering in Jewels while the prince is off fighting wars. Ever did she really love him! NO! Now I need to ask you, are you going to believe ME OR THAT CRAZY CINDERELLA!!!! Who are YOU going TO CHOSSE? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ENd! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: beauty is a treasure, but graciousness is priceless. Without it nothing is possible; with it, one can do anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;The True story of Cinderalla?&lt;br&gt;You have amazing writing talent for an 11 year old!  I liked your story.   But I believe Cinderella, not the stepmother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could make a cute children's book with pictures.  Perhaps your school will have a writing contest!   Check magazines and online writing contests for kids.  Perhaps you could submit this!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.   I enjoyed reading your story.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i believe cinderalle es the miss south carloinla usa ho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imwebhost.com/domain-names/&gt;domain names&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3881096250544054362?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3881096250544054362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-story-of-cinderalla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3881096250544054362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3881096250544054362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-story-of-cinderalla.html' title='The True story of Cinderalla?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1289977659299611827</id><published>2009-11-13T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:39:28.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people keep falling for the illusion of love?</title><content type='html'>First, I am not posting this in depression because of a broken heart.  I live happily with a very sweet lady but there is all this nonesense about 'love' and I see it as calculated choices, not affairs of the heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my immagination or do you usually see handsome men with beautiful women?  Do you often see a handsome well muscled hunks with short fat women wearing coke bottle glasses?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you often see ugly women climbing out of the passenger seat of a mans Porsche or Ferrari?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys that like good home cooked food and their slippers by the fire choose homely ladies that like to cook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure when we find the best we can get, the most suitable we can, and we train them to understand us, we are devastated if they have a change of heart, but isn't it more about losing what we want than who we love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we divorce do we actually undergo a complete personality change, or so we just say what we really meant all those years we were pretending and saying 'I love you'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do people keep falling for the illusion of love?&lt;br&gt;Love is a chemical reaction that occurs in the brain...yeah, it's real but how it feels varies from person to person as well as what it means to them. That's the way of emotion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not something you desire or believe exists for you, that's fine. You seem content with your life and that's what matters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to each person to make their life what they want it to be...and I know enough people in love (and have experienced it myself) to know it's out there, no illusion. Whether it's what we should seek/desire or not is debatable. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I see good looking people with less-than-attractive partners all the time. It proves nothing...what one finds appealing, another may not. Isn't it great we don't all like the same thing? ☺&lt;br&gt;Reply:i hope never to fall for another trick again!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Because people are stupider than they used to be and have less self control and reasoning skills. (I say this even though I have, too)&lt;br&gt;Reply:honey, love will hit anyone who's actually wants it, it only takes a moment... however, these days most people dont want love, or they dont believe in it, thus love wont find them... look walk down any city and look at the couples, notice something, not all of them are in the same crowd, u have too tall with too short, too thin with too fat, too old with too young... and ect, but see the way they smile at each other??? omg u hav to be a dimwit if u questioned whether or not they are in love... now those who are together and look "perfect" well in hs, that was a must, i mean a varisty jock wont go out with the biggest geek on campus, its peer pessure that gets in the way... look i've dated my share of really hot rich guys and low life scums who are poor as dirt and ugly as can be... and i found love with a man who still gives me butterflies and weak knees after 5 yrs, and he's not the cutest, richest, smartest guy i've been with, but he's perfect for me... trust me on love, it hits u when u least suppect it when u are willing to let it come into ur life...&lt;br&gt;Reply:BINGO! Yes, she deserves you fully! Nothing worse to do to her but leave her "dream" with you by her side, you poor poor man!&lt;br&gt;Reply:So many questions...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, as far as the outward appears of couples, I would remind you that people start to look more and more alike as they grow together.  They will start to dress more alike, take care of their bodies in the same way, etc.  After all, they are probably having more or less the same meals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how people can get divorced after saying "I love you", there are lots of complex reasons.  Maybe your partner changed in a drastic way or maybe they just hid a part of themselves that you could never learn to love.  Yes, love is not always about mushy feelings and a lot of time it is "work", but I would never consider my husband "the best I can do" because that would imply that I feel I could be better and that if I was better I would get some sort of better man and I don't believe either of those things.  I love my husband completely.  Yay love :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:it is human nature therefore we don't have a straight answer to it, but it is up to u to not fall for the illusion of love.&lt;br&gt;Reply:One thing to always remember is love changes over time, it doesn't stay consistent or maintain the same level it originally started out with.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Because illusions are transcendental mind process that expose your brain chemical properties respond to a certain stimulus for you to accept things in its finite form and call it love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1289977659299611827?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1289977659299611827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-people-keep-falling-for-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1289977659299611827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1289977659299611827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-people-keep-falling-for-illusion.html' title='Why do people keep falling for the illusion of love?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6299200088626205888</id><published>2009-11-13T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:39:13.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies at home do you prefer to wear shoes socks slippers or be in your bare feet?</title><content type='html'>Bare foot for sure!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies at home do you prefer to wear shoes socks slippers or be in your bare feet?&lt;br&gt;I like slippers in the winter and barefoot in spring, summer, and fall!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Barefoot in the summer, socks and slippers in all other seasons.  But that could be because I'm Canadian...  :o)&lt;br&gt;Reply:slippers when im in alaska bare feet when im in new mexico.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Heels or bare feet.&lt;br&gt;Reply:barefeet!!!(i live in minnesota...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this helps!!! ♥♥♥&lt;br&gt;Reply:switch it up!&lt;br&gt;Reply:bare feet&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6299200088626205888?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6299200088626205888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-at-home-do-you-prefer-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6299200088626205888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6299200088626205888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-at-home-do-you-prefer-to-wear.html' title='Ladies at home do you prefer to wear shoes socks slippers or be in your bare feet?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-1277553071045029342</id><published>2009-11-13T02:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:38:56.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend? No Longer?</title><content type='html'>So, I have this friend. She is very mean but very nice too. I'll give you an example or two.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.) One day she invited me to her house. we went on this website and she was playing a game. She said, " I always do better when people aren't in the room." I say, " Well, that's pretty cool." She goes," Umm, leave the room." I say," Umm no I'm a guest in this house, so I kind of get to do what I want. Ever hear of guests first?" She goes into the other room where her parents were and tells on her GUEST! She comes back and says, " My parents wanna see you." WHAT?!? What kinda friend would tattle on their guest?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) school halloween party 2 years ago. she wore slippers cuz she was some pajama lady. i had my foot out cuz i was leaning on something and she walks by and trips. broken wrist. to this day, its blamed on me, not her slippers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thank those things, she's a OK friend. none of my other friends dont like her. so im kind of stuck. i think out of all of us, she likes me the most.HELP&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best Friend? No Longer?&lt;br&gt;She is just a SPOIL Brat.. and if she continues to offend you well stay away from her and let her waddle in her own self pitty..Go on to the friends who like you..forget about her..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too many people in this world to deal with selfish people..SPOIL BRAT and there is nothing you can do about that..&lt;br&gt;Reply:the best u can do is talk to her. or nothing will get dont. but dont bring up old times now...bring it up if she does something like that again. u shouldnt have fought with her when she told u to leave the room. u should have been like "okay, but not for long"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time shes mean to u ... BRING IT TO HER FACE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, fights are good in a friend ship, it gets bottled up feelings out, and makes it stronger&lt;br&gt;Reply:As much as she's a real pain. She's a friend. I mean it only took 2 days from the bully from my school to be nice. trust me she'll mature.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-1277553071045029342?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1277553071045029342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend-no-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1277553071045029342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/1277553071045029342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend-no-longer.html' title='Best Friend? No Longer?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5142903540808809100</id><published>2009-11-13T02:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:38:39.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I wear for tonight's dance?</title><content type='html'>I have tan skin, and I really want to wow the ladies.  Should I wear slippers?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What should I wear for tonight's dance?&lt;br&gt;wear a cheetah coat with no shirt underneath it and throw it off once you're in the middle of the dance floor FOOL.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yeah, and your little boy briefs.....&lt;br&gt;Reply:slippers?! like house slippers? hey whatever floats your boat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear what you feel comfortable in. Be yourself, that is what will WOW the ladies.&lt;br&gt;Reply:A Tux. Or some other form of High Class Suit. Make sure you leave the first 2 to 3 buttons on your button-up unbuttoned. Think scarface. No ties for dancing parties. Then Lastly, Designer sunglasses. Or another alternative, is simply to think Hugh Hephner. An expensive robe, with a protruding silk shirt underneath and a very sharp haircut.and always stay with a chalice of wine. No dancing in that attire, simply schmoozing with the feminines is all that requires.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Leather thong bikini and hair-clips.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Well, anything formal and that fits the occasion will be okay. Possibly a button-down dress shirt in a bright color? Make sure that your clothes are somewhat fitted and aren't too baggy. And of course, make sure that you carry yourself confidently and that you are well groomed. Good luck =^^=&lt;br&gt;Reply:black suit with any brighly colored shirt underneath.  Maybe blue?  manners matter more than clothes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun&lt;br&gt;Reply:Wear sandals with black knee socks, the bitches love that! Also before walking into the room, step in dog poop. Also find a bus shelter that smells like urine and roll around in it. The ladies love the musk!&lt;br&gt;Reply:Your lucky underwear&lt;br&gt;Reply:hey, you are the underwear model so wear underwear&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://golf-shoes-plus.blogspot.com/&gt;golf shoes plus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5142903540808809100?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5142903540808809100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-should-i-wear-for-tonights-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5142903540808809100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5142903540808809100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-should-i-wear-for-tonights-dance.html' title='What should I wear for tonight&apos;s dance?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-462922623708514963</id><published>2009-11-13T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:38:23.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, there are some kind of upscale evening slippers I am trying to describe to everyone I know and...?</title><content type='html'>no one seems to know anything about the footwear I'm explaining. Keep in mind I'm asking everyone I know who should know fashion as well as searching online for a name and/or photo for them and I continually come up empty. So I finally think, 'Yahoo Answers' I know I will find at least one fashionista who will finally help me solve the mystery of the slipper/sandal? If anyone out there is familiar with the rapper Jay-Z's video "Song Cry" the young lady who portrays his girfriend has them on after he surprises her with the mansion he purchased for them. She's walking through the house and she looks like she maybe in her sleepwear and here's when they show the slippers. Also there is a Residence Inn Marriot Hotel commercial presently being shown on television and one of the guests is a woman, quite acrobatic, doing a cartwheel or handstand on the table and she wears them as well. They are open toe and have a heel that is circular. I say they have a wheel-barrel heel. Please help, name??&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, there are some kind of upscale evening slippers I am trying to describe to everyone I know and...?&lt;br&gt;I think i know what you are talking about... No idea where to get them though = | Sorry&lt;br&gt;Reply:thanks                          &lt;span&gt;Report It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-462922623708514963?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/462922623708514963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-there-are-some-kind-of-upscale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/462922623708514963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/462922623708514963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-there-are-some-kind-of-upscale.html' title='Okay, there are some kind of upscale evening slippers I am trying to describe to everyone I know and...?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-3486240636344460830</id><published>2009-11-13T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:38:07.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can i sell 9000 ladies and girls thong flip flop slippers.they are all new in package?</title><content type='html'>they come in four shapes and each shape has 8-9 different colours.kids come in US sizes 11-4 and adults in US sizes 5-10.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a sneeker like bottom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is fish shaped,one is surfboard shape,one is bodyboard and the last in oval shape.they are made of plastic and fabric and the come in array of colours from solid to multi colour.the soles are about half inch high.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How can i sell 9000 ladies and girls thong flip flop slippers.they are all new in package?&lt;br&gt;List them on Ebay.&lt;br&gt;Reply:get someone to do it and paid them comission.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ebay is a good way but I would try selling them at a beach.  It is possible that someone forgot their flip-flops or has their break on them while on the beach.  Plus buying your flip-flops looks like it would be a good impulse purchase/souvenir.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Do it on ebay. A friend of mine bought loads of flip-flops from Brazil and sold them on Ebay. Worked a treat.&lt;br&gt;Reply:How did you wind up with 9000 flip-flops with no plan as to how to get rid of them? If you are near a beach you could just set up shop near there and see what happens. Or stroll the beach and try the direct approach, like the guys with the fake watches and sunglasses. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebay maybe. Go to a nearby school or University and try and sell them. Maybe solicit a business and see if they will buy them from you. Then it's on them if they can't sell them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a business person, just some general idea. Good luck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-3486240636344460830?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3486240636344460830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-sell-9000-ladies-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3486240636344460830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/3486240636344460830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-sell-9000-ladies-and-girls.html' title='How can i sell 9000 ladies and girls thong flip flop slippers.they are all new in package?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2422964246054368652</id><published>2009-11-13T02:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:37:52.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do cleaning ladies were shoes that are like slippers?</title><content type='html'>Maids also wear these!They suck&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do cleaning ladies were shoes that are like slippers?&lt;br&gt;They spend a lot of time on their feet ! The soft shoes are easy on their clients floors.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Maybe for comfort?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2422964246054368652?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2422964246054368652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-cleaning-ladies-were-shoes-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2422964246054368652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2422964246054368652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-cleaning-ladies-were-shoes-that.html' title='Why do cleaning ladies were shoes that are like slippers?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-845890501381708002</id><published>2009-11-13T02:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:37:36.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE to see hot ladies wearing their fuzzy/furry/fluffy slippers, any chance I can see you in yours?</title><content type='html'>Nothing hotter than a pair of nice smooth beautiful legs and big soft comy fuzzy slippers on a hotties cute feet. If you wear fuzzy slippers you are a GODDESS&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;I LOVE to see hot ladies wearing their fuzzy/furry/fluffy slippers, any chance I can see you in yours?&lt;br&gt;I live in California you can come over to see mine!!!&lt;br&gt;Reply:That would be a cool trend to see more of in public along with hair curlers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://football-cleats-shoes.blogspot.com/&gt;football cleats shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-845890501381708002?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/845890501381708002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-to-see-hot-ladies-wearing-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/845890501381708002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/845890501381708002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-to-see-hot-ladies-wearing-their.html' title='I LOVE to see hot ladies wearing their fuzzy/furry/fluffy slippers, any chance I can see you in yours?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8511515961918856771</id><published>2009-11-13T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:37:20.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night ladies,( what color are your slippers) Right color get 10 points.?</title><content type='html'>goodnight babe, sleep tight. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're blue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good night ladies,( what color are your slippers) Right color get 10 points.?&lt;br&gt;On my left is Mario, Right is Luigi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're big heads on my slippers. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;br&gt;Reply:lavender  =]&lt;br&gt;Reply:Pink, night ;)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Leopard print&lt;br&gt;Reply:White with little purple frogs on them. :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Dark purple on the outside and blue inside&lt;br&gt;Reply:Blue&lt;br&gt;Reply:fuzzy leopard print.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Pink, with white fur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, that's a thinker, isn't it!&lt;br&gt;Reply:black satin with gold trim : )&lt;br&gt;Reply:bare feet for me! :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:blue paul frank&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8511515961918856771?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8511515961918856771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-night-ladies-what-color-are-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8511515961918856771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8511515961918856771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-night-ladies-what-color-are-your.html' title='Good night ladies,( what color are your slippers) Right color get 10 points.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-343346807166312295</id><published>2009-11-13T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:37:03.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do ladies wear socks along with slippers? I thought the purpose of slippers were to keep your feet warm.?</title><content type='html'>Not that its a bad thing, just have noticed more ladies doing it. I personally think it looks sexy, but just wondered why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do ladies wear socks along with slippers? I thought the purpose of slippers were to keep your feet warm.?&lt;br&gt;I think some people just have really cold feet. And, then when they go to bed, they just remove the slippers and keep the socks on.&lt;br&gt;Reply:To keep their feet from drying out...Well, that's why I do. As far a sexy, i think it looks kinda nerdy. But hey, everyones diffrent!&lt;br&gt;Reply:If I wear slippers w/o socks for a long time, my feet start to stink baaaaad! The socks kinda make them stink less...&lt;br&gt;Reply:noticed that too&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2daisy.blogspot.com/&gt;daisy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-343346807166312295?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/343346807166312295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-ladies-wear-socks-along-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/343346807166312295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/343346807166312295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-ladies-wear-socks-along-with.html' title='Why do ladies wear socks along with slippers? I thought the purpose of slippers were to keep your feet warm.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5052343488053838413</id><published>2009-11-13T02:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:36:47.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am looking for ladies turnover (or bootee)slippers made in france.?</title><content type='html'>maybe ebay,if you go on .com or perhaps if theres a french one.Either way you can change the distance so the french stuff comes up first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5052343488053838413?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5052343488053838413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-looking-for-ladies-turnover-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5052343488053838413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5052343488053838413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-looking-for-ladies-turnover-or.html' title='I am looking for ladies turnover (or bootee)slippers made in france.?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-5894072013721573243</id><published>2009-11-13T02:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:36:31.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone else tired of seeing lazy people get check after check from the government?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been to the grocery store in the afternoon and seen a lady in her slippers and her bathrobe and her hair all greasy with a grocery cart full of food going up to the counter and paying for her stuff with food stamps? There ain't nothing physically wrong with her! Why can't she get up off her fat rump and GET A JOB!! I've seen too many people like this, and I want to know if anyone else thinks that people like this should be forced to get a job instead of living off our hard-earned tax dollars!! Is anyone with me on this? What can we do to bring a reform to the way welfare is distributed? Why does it seem like the greatest percentage of welfare recipients are using it to support their filthy habits?? Give me some feedback here!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is anyone else tired of seeing lazy people get check after check from the government?&lt;br&gt;This is so sad...really...and it angers me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have clients in my office, regularly, collecting SSI and Disability monthly, and they have nothing wrong with them. I work 5 days a week, take showers, brush my teeth, use deoderant, clean my home, raise my kids, live an honest and respectable life, you wont see me at the local honky tonk raising hell on the first of the month getting wasted on Budweiser and eating Zanax. Noone offers me any special treatment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CSR recently HAD to quit, she lost her medical coverage when she started working here, SHE WANTED TO WORK!!! Four weeks ago, at 36 years old, she had a heart attack, just ONE and 1/2 day in ICU was $16K, her ambulance ride, life flight, meds and current prescriptions....unreal money. She spoke to a social worker about getting help with her costs, she makes $8.50 and hour, OBVIOUSLY she cannot afford this care and continuing prescriptions on that income. She was told IF she returns to work, they cannot help her. SO she had to quit JUST to get her meds and hospitalization costs covered her other option would likely have been filing bankruptcy. She was elligable for Disability and SSI because she had a heart attack, has had 3 strokes, closed vision glaucoma and bursitis...SHE WANTED TO WORK HOWEVER THE SYSTEM DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get furious with my $180 weekly budget at the grocery to provide for my family of 4, I work full time and my husband does as well. WE struggle to get by. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get behind these welfare recipients with Twinkies, Coke, steaks, name brand cereal, smelling like cigarettes, old socks and sweat I want to scream!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is that in the US we should LIMIT the time allowed for persons to be on public assistance, IF they claim Disability they need to prove it and prove it and prove it. If it is the case of a single mom, trying to get by with a special needs child, raise a child on her own, go to school whatever I do not have a problem with funding her entirely. BUT like you said these others, let them starve for a few weeks, get evicted, live in the filth of the streets, force them to be sterilized, whatever....this way the ones who truly need assistance can get it and there will be more to go around.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Yes, I am sick of it, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you can do is find out what your representatives stand for, and vote for the one that believes in letting hard-working people keep their money instead of using it to support slackers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a building that also houses the Social Security offices. I can't believe the stream of disgusting pigs that come through saying that they're disabled. They walk down the street just fine, but when they get to the building, they suddenly need crutches or a walker to move. I wish they'd install some hidden cameras around the area. At least 50% of these people would be busted on the spot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for conservatives and write them often to let them know what you expect them to do.&lt;br&gt;Reply:i was in line with a woman who took cuts in front of me to use her lone star welfare card to buy sodas, cigarettes and candy, they were going to a movie to sneak all that in, to pay for the cigarettes she took out a big wad of $20's all rolled up and paid&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was a way to get the help to people who actually need it and get the people off welfare that dont need it, which is probably 85% of them&lt;br&gt;Reply:i know it is hard to look at, and there is no correct answer that will fix it. some people think that its much easier to let everyone else to take care of them and that's what they do. i would rather my tax dollars go to education of the ignorant ones and sterilization to the stupid ones, because they are the ones who are  going to multiply  and pass their stupidity and laziness to their offspring. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for those who really do need it and actually use it to gain a better position in life. Honestly some really do use it and really do need it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who's' husband was in the military  killed himself and left a child who is receiving income from the government, and I know they need it and use it properly.&lt;br&gt;Reply:I receive government checks because I have epilepsy. My condition can not be seen physically. I can not drive nor work. Try living the kind of life I do then you will understand how there are some people that honestly need help and appreciate it.&lt;br&gt;Reply:2 Thessalonians 3:8-10 (NSAB)                                                                                 For even when we were with you,we used to give you this order: if anyone is not willing to work,then he is not to eat,either.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Amen. I am with you all the way on that one.  Why cant we make them do something to earn the money. They could map floors at the police station or something. Maybe have to volinteer somwhere.&lt;br&gt;Reply:no, i`m just tired to see the lazy people running the country&lt;br&gt;Reply:thats the way it is!  if there are no poor poeple to feed, where will taxpayers money go!&lt;br&gt;Reply:I completely agree.  In order to collect, they should have to prove they are looking for work or at least getting job training.  And there should be a limit on how long they can collect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-5894072013721573243?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5894072013721573243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-anyone-else-tired-of-seeing-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5894072013721573243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/5894072013721573243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-anyone-else-tired-of-seeing-lazy.html' title='Is anyone else tired of seeing lazy people get check after check from the government?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6750393448676407450</id><published>2009-11-13T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:36:16.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, question about ballet slippers????</title><content type='html'>Do you wear leather ballet slippers as slippers or a causual shoe, and not just for dance?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ladies, question about ballet slippers????&lt;br&gt;I personally don't, but I might if I had some. You can get regular ballet slippers soled so they're more durable and last longer, and I would probably do that if I had easy access to ballet shoes.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ballet slippers as a style of shoe have become very popular, but they are not quite like the ones used for ballet dance.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Ballet flats these days aren't meant for ballet, or to be used as slippers. They can be a casual or fancy substitute to a shoe. I usually wear flats instead of heels because they are more comfortable.&lt;br&gt;Reply:There are certain types of "ballet slippers" (aka flats) that you can buy at most shoe stores that aren't made for ballet dancing. These are the kinds we would wear on a regular bases. I think that wearing actual ballet slippers to walk around would be uncomfortable and would ruin the bottom of the slipper.&lt;br&gt;Reply:u wer proper ballet slippers u get at dancin shops 4 dancin but u r probs meanin doll shoes and u normally wer them 4 casual&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6750393448676407450?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6750393448676407450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-question-about-ballet-slippers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6750393448676407450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6750393448676407450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-question-about-ballet-slippers.html' title='Ladies, question about ballet slippers????'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8119136136081344068</id><published>2009-11-13T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:36:01.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for birthday present!!!!?</title><content type='html'>i have a 30th birthday at the weekend, the guy has everything he could ever wish for and more so i want to get him a joke present, my theme for the present is retirement lol!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas would be great so far i have came up with tenna ladies and slippers!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ideas for birthday present!!!!?&lt;br&gt;I'm terrible to buy for, have you considered &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing from www.iwoot.com? -(its a plastic ball filled with air for the man who has everything)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do quite a good range for blokey toys and the delivery times area amazing!&lt;br&gt;Reply:pipe to go with the slippers..... or a walking stick(a white one, eyesight always goes when you get a bit older!)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Get him a walking stick, but make it a cool one with like a skull or a dragon on it so he won't get too insulted&lt;br&gt;Reply:get him a nice soft blanket so he don't get bed sores, also wrap a bedpan up for him.....oh and a big nappy....&lt;br&gt;Reply:a smoking jacket and a novel?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try pasttimes they have great ideas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pasttimes.com/&lt;br&gt;Reply:A zimmer frame   :-)&lt;br&gt;Reply:Why don't you get him 'The Boys Book How to be the best at everything'?  It is not expensive, and is a really old-fashioned book, for the type of boy pensioners today were.&lt;br&gt;Reply:Why not a title?    see: www.englishtitles.co.uk&lt;br&gt;Reply:make a funny wish for him!    http://www.themostexpensivewish.com/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's new, it's unconventional, it's would be a special present...&lt;br&gt;Reply:How about a pipe? Or maybye u could get him a book on how to enjoy retirment if you're still stuck ask your friends and family for ideas!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://2gary.blogspot.com/&gt;gary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8119136136081344068?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8119136136081344068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideas-for-birthday-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8119136136081344068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8119136136081344068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideas-for-birthday-present.html' title='Ideas for birthday present!!!!?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-2367330882212560242</id><published>2009-04-27T23:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:53.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the name of this specific cultivar of Lady's Slipper Orchid? What's the best way to care for it?</title><content type='html'>I bought this lady's slipper orchid from Trader Joe's because of it's unique coloring;  Blossom:Apple Green and White petals and Apple Green lip. Leaves: greyish green with dark green spots all over.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I spray water unto the orchid once a day to keep the humidity?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's the name of this specific cultivar of Lady's Slipper Orchid? What's the best way to care for it?&lt;br&gt;http://www.orchidexpress.com/id10.html&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the above link&lt;br&gt;Reply:I like to keep small Orchids like that in my window above my sink and the Humidity from the hot water seems to always bring the blooms back year after year with minimal care. get more info on the proper care of orchids at: http://orchidpicture.blogspot.com/  .and http://orchidflowersonline.blogspot.com/ .I hope the flowers come back for you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-2367330882212560242?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2367330882212560242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-name-of-this-specific-cultivar-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2367330882212560242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/2367330882212560242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-name-of-this-specific-cultivar-of.html' title='What&apos;s the name of this specific cultivar of Lady&apos;s Slipper Orchid? What&apos;s the best way to care for it?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-8555668218426506705</id><published>2009-04-27T23:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:37.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to revive lady's slipper orchid?</title><content type='html'>I bought a lady's slipper orchid in March, It was in bloom and stayed in bloom for a long time. These was also a small shoot with a flower bud from the original plant.  after the second blossom faded I cut it and waited for about a month before I divided the plants.  right now both plants have small shoots coming out but they are both limp and look dry  in spite of my  daily spray of water.  Will they survive?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How to revive lady's slipper orchid?&lt;br&gt;http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu5PL6aJGkV...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-8555668218426506705?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8555668218426506705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-revive-ladys-slipper-orchid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8555668218426506705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/8555668218426506705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-revive-ladys-slipper-orchid.html' title='How to revive lady&apos;s slipper orchid?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-6824783477254870546</id><published>2009-04-27T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:21.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of Lady's Slipper is this?</title><content type='html'>I found this flower in the woods in Charlevoix County, in Michigan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a type of Lady's Slipper, but the closest thing I can find is the yellow lady's slipper, but it has brown spirals.  This flower had very pretty purple spirals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to a pic.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cf...&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;What type of Lady's Slipper is this?&lt;br&gt;Can't open your link, not a myspace member...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Thanks for the new link.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it could be a form of this one: Cypripedium parvifolium var. pubescens?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spanglecreeklabs.com/index.ht...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It describes the lateral petals are sometimes being maroon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read somewhere that there is some variation within the species of these plants. Some will be white to cream and that will be normal, the petal colors will also differ.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are very pretty - we don't have those here in California. Here is a link to show the USDA map of where they are native to: http://plants.usda.gov/java/profile?symb...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I gave you what you wanted/needed but I tried! :)&lt;br&gt;Reply:http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/southwest/sit...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold your pointer over the picture and the name with variety (var.) will pop up..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://home.onego.ru/~baryshev/rw/photos...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN"T PICK IT DID YOU?????.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://golf-shoes-plus.blogspot.com/&gt;golf shoes plus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-6824783477254870546?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6824783477254870546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-type-of-ladys-slipper-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6824783477254870546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/6824783477254870546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-type-of-ladys-slipper-is-this.html' title='What type of Lady&apos;s Slipper is this?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-111029321402079418</id><published>2009-04-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:54:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I transport this Lady's Slipper orchid, inside my house?</title><content type='html'>I found a rare wild pink Lady Slipper (Paphiopedilum) on my property, growing in rocks and moss. This type of orchid is very rare, not only where I live but in places across the world.I read I can transplant it inside my house. So how would I do that, and how will I take care of it? I really want to keep it safe, because I don't think it would survive in where it is living right now. So how can I transplant it and what are some tips for it? Thanks in advance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower1.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How can I transport this Lady's Slipper orchid, inside my house?&lt;br&gt;Lady Slippers are very rare and do not transplant very well and usually don't survive.  One of the reasons these orchids are so endangered is people transplanting them, however, if you do not think it will survive in it's current location you can follow these steps. At transplanting time, purchase a potting mix formulated especially for orchids and made of peat moss and perlite. Remove the plant gently from the ground, being careful to dig a large enough area around the plant to get out all the roots. Sterilize your shears with a match or a butane lighter, then remove the flower stem near the base of the plant. Examine the roots  for any signs of disease. Cut injured roots away with the sterilized shears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake excess soil from the roots, and position the plant in the new pot so that the leaves are just at the top of the pot. Add fresh potting mix, and work it between the roots. Water with tepid water after transplanting. There are also orchid pots on the market that have holes in the sides as well as the bottom to aid drainage.  There are several excellent books on the market on more detailed care of orchids, most being available at amazon.com.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-111029321402079418?l=lady-slipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111029321402079418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-can-i-transport-this-ladys-slipper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/111029321402079418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1998312412267220980/posts/default/111029321402079418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lady-slipper.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-can-i-transport-this-ladys-slipper.html' title='How can I transport this Lady&apos;s Slipper orchid, inside my house?'/><author><name>MAVIS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12207726908381409061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998312412267220980.post-754509768517583020</id><published>2009-04-27T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:53:49.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I get my lady slipper orchid to bloom?</title><content type='html'>The plant is healthy and I have fertilized it and keep it with my African violets under those light conditions. Anything else I need to do to get the lady slipper to bloom?&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower2.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do I get my lady slipper orchid to bloom?&lt;br&gt;Lady slippers are indigenous to cold areas. It needs a cold snap and short days to bring it into bloom. Try leaving it outside for a month if your temperatures at night do not drop below 30 degrees in winter. If it's too cold at night, leave it on the porch or garage where it can be cool for a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;script language=JavaScript src=http://www.chinese-kungfu.org/flower3.js type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1998312412267220980-754509768517583020?l=lady-s
