tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10469886551083113902024-03-05T08:30:25.834-06:00Twi-fectaTwi-fectahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14589943683266589167noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-30000207550167227062011-10-24T14:10:00.024-05:002011-10-24T23:02:04.594-05:00The One Where We Address Ms. Greene. (Not THAT Ms. Greene)<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Dearest Ashley--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Everyone is allowed poor decisions. A celebrity with a <i>to-die-for</i> rack is even expected to make occasional (public) poor decisions. A celebrity with a <i>to-die-for</i> rack who dabbled in Jonas isn't allowed any more poor decisions. So what happened yesterday, Ashley? I can only imagine how incredible it would feel to wear head-to-toe Givenchy, period. In Paris? Again and again, please. AND STANDING NEXT TO ROBERT PATTINSON (who incidentally has hardly been seen in 5 weeks. Not that we're counting.) You think we weren't gonna notice? I can't EVEN. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">But I awoke to an email from Anntastic asking me to talk her down from the whatthefuck of your outfit, and I just couldn't do it. Here is my opinion: okay to the length and color of your dress; yes up, down, and all over the back-zip heels; don'teverfuckingdothatagain to the necklace. There is not a thing wrong with a shark tooth necklace, you gorgeous, gorgeous woman. A shark's tooth on a leather strap- even better. The fact that it is also made by Givenchy seals the deal. I have zero problem with the necklace. I have a problem with your pairing. But that's just me. And it's only the beginning. You're the SOLE female presence in the European promo & you're filling the (notoriously stiletto-ed) shoes of a noticably absent Main Character. This is your big chance. But you have an eye for shoeporn. We'll be fine, right?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Don't Do That To Us Again-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Twifecta</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPXW4vRE7IynoFSK1lIJyKmdxSsekiw8imhaFwZtiteIrKI6ZV30hex7lJjm5kuxSVgrxDZ4g9WX5pmbRQLmvIt1nPg1g1YbbeKbluG7OZ9H26XruxxwTfBoWdrbJFcwvYsiBA72Er_mr/s1600/ashley-greene-and-givenchy-resort-2012-folded-peplum-dress-gallery.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPXW4vRE7IynoFSK1lIJyKmdxSsekiw8imhaFwZtiteIrKI6ZV30hex7lJjm5kuxSVgrxDZ4g9WX5pmbRQLmvIt1nPg1g1YbbeKbluG7OZ9H26XruxxwTfBoWdrbJFcwvYsiBA72Er_mr/s320/ashley-greene-and-givenchy-resort-2012-folded-peplum-dress-gallery.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162698964410130" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">I am glad for two things: Ashley brought fashion posts back to</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Twifecta, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and she dresses better than Alice. Neither is hard to do,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">but we thank her anyway. Givenchy Resort 2012 folded peplum dress.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qq10J3t8Thc99jMB8QwwOL9-JTVsdsTP29ebIrGGXa8I787PQJ9HcOiQCI0Q40N5zhqD-J9Gp8ub-df8udi6r4Pihw6jnb63BJUXoMCIgn37t7K-Swd_-t3HbH16euCS9P5qEqcESIdR/s1600/ashley-greene-gallery.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qq10J3t8Thc99jMB8QwwOL9-JTVsdsTP29ebIrGGXa8I787PQJ9HcOiQCI0Q40N5zhqD-J9Gp8ub-df8udi6r4Pihw6jnb63BJUXoMCIgn37t7K-Swd_-t3HbH16euCS9P5qEqcESIdR/s320/ashley-greene-gallery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162590974221298" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">The satin box clutch is a safe and solid choice. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">The leather strap necklace (Spring 2012 collection) is another story.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1hDYWd1yQDYxegyjmw_tHstRmoDuIGpL9HHCzotxVOKqoOXC-fSFCBezSrc6r2QKrB7iS0mBwiUeMt5YESpDANGbgBLULUEIUFjtYqi2F3iy7DIZ0PGkk1jjr1mVUM52hEKorCo1aBNx/s1600/givenchy-ankle-strap-back-zip-sandals-profile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1hDYWd1yQDYxegyjmw_tHstRmoDuIGpL9HHCzotxVOKqoOXC-fSFCBezSrc6r2QKrB7iS0mBwiUeMt5YESpDANGbgBLULUEIUFjtYqi2F3iy7DIZ0PGkk1jjr1mVUM52hEKorCo1aBNx/s320/givenchy-ankle-strap-back-zip-sandals-profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667162459889875090" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Ladies and gentlemen, the Givenchy ankle strap back-zip sandals. Moment of silence.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">PS - ETA (by Anntastic) </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Dear Ashley, as a fellow height-challenged gal, I beg you never to break the visual continuity of your line. This is a basic principle that even I - a lowly carpool-driving SAHM - knows: NEVER break your line. You want to ADD height, not cut yourself in half! And you did it no less than three times here. Once at the waist (WTF is that frill? You're in your early 20's - you're not Bette Midler.) Again where the hem of your dress falls (this would be allowable if not for the waist) and finally with the ankle strap. I'm ALL for the ankle strap. But you just chopped your visual into thirds. And when you're already the height of a cocktail weenie, you don't need to cut yourself into bite sizes for us. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Also, just another reminder: YOU'RE STANDING NEXT TO ROBERTfuckingPATTINSON.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">The A-game must be brought-en. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">PSS - We're back bitches! :)</span></i></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-25302022088943100782011-05-08T20:40:00.012-05:002011-10-24T22:21:49.674-05:00The One Where The Fashion is Back (And Brings A Need For DesignerSlashFic)<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I die. A million times. I anticipate the annual Costume Institute Gala as much as the next gal. Well, as much as the next gal who has been scouring Vogue since pre-breasticles times. The Met, the fashi<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">on houses displaying their finest pieces of art, the stunning celebrities flaunting their custom-made gowns (and c</span>onnections!), the narcissism of it all... it's the best.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Two words: Proenza Schouler. I'll shock you all with my Stew love, I know, but could she <i>be</i> any hotter? She is sex. Sex just walking down the carpet, wearing that gown like it's nothing. It fits flawlessly, the cut and fabric. Sex. The red+black, the pattern. Sex. The booties are heaven (and also PS). Her jewelry and hair and makeup are styled to compliment the gown nicely. Maybe Hernandez+McCollough could have designed something a bit more cray (the gala <i>did</i> honor the fantastical Alexander McQueen this year, after all), but I have never been able to complain about anything that team creates. Seriously, I can't. (Speaking of those men, can someone get on a slash fic for me, prettyfuckingplease? We'll call it DesignerFic. <b>GO</b>.)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">As for Ashley, well, tell me that her custom Donna Karan gown wasn't right for her body, and I'll tell you that I'm looking forward to her next film. I do think that it's a little plain for this particular occasion, but the length of the train works well for this gala. (Honestly, if I was invited to the Costume Institute Gala, I'd wear anything that any of those designers threw in my direction.) Also, her Atwoods were boring and I will not accept an argument. They were fine for a prom, maybe a wedding. They were NOT fine for THIS, #nopenotever. I will applaud her choice in clutch, however, post-gala. Bottega Veneta can do no wrong, so you go on with your bad self, Ms. Greene.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Until next year, I leave you with these.</span></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dRHeIammC0yXrTXyDu7XgrdDBc1ktlRGoFsLFnNUwISaj8HcRENEkrBxhigXeCOGF3-UygNmzQnJS9mvRXU20USesMOHpRRqSt87_a8GmFTdQuvh82kcntw85oRuqruEEwK2X4kMe1x_/s1600/alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dRHeIammC0yXrTXyDu7XgrdDBc1ktlRGoFsLFnNUwISaj8HcRENEkrBxhigXeCOGF3-UygNmzQnJS9mvRXU20USesMOHpRRqSt87_a8GmFTdQuvh82kcntw85oRuqruEEwK2X4kMe1x_/s320/alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604526370028288626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.</span></i></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvtBgkmg7TOHo3kNYg1S2rAvPYandrEeE1amNk8UAzBvry17fu9Lbo8nza6QJjKtNhiTELiY_E0tRX_9ZvBgkI0VvPw4PqECVB371Nu7wF55Oz7HpqoqkFd-9Ec9jZzdyqPd8xvqkP1Cp/s1600/alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvtBgkmg7TOHo3kNYg1S2rAvPYandrEeE1amNk8UAzBvry17fu9Lbo8nza6QJjKtNhiTELiY_E0tRX_9ZvBgkI0VvPw4PqECVB371Nu7wF55Oz7HpqoqkFd-9Ec9jZzdyqPd8xvqkP1Cp/s320/alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604526373090689634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.</span></i></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-U5WKyzZy305cDhPxM3T-N4IVb4jFxqkeqtV1GtYG0nrjjpF7CX4N7G69irA3j4RU6hmiQ6dKeYXplD75KsOjzMZjLbSTW-qCqhjOlHfcezq63vcLVcScy9eMzgkGbJFsZdk1wudKxtF/s1600/kstewartfans-gala-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-U5WKyzZy305cDhPxM3T-N4IVb4jFxqkeqtV1GtYG0nrjjpF7CX4N7G69irA3j4RU6hmiQ6dKeYXplD75KsOjzMZjLbSTW-qCqhjOlHfcezq63vcLVcScy9eMzgkGbJFsZdk1wudKxtF/s320/kstewartfans-gala-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604526367670518866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Kristen Stewart in a custom Proenza Schouler, Fall 2011. Fuck me.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbK8AnGD0Pg-rPbDigk9cTyoLqIOaNQ_k4BuFJ2wJ1Dh-qpJuxOnHPdU2bdLoRKAzshw_FohbTN8sWeC5IL4VibedyTetViY8zJ7UpwGUrdMJY6r36zdXGCzXGldWmNcr2kTX22k0n7RHr/s1600/290631253.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbK8AnGD0Pg-rPbDigk9cTyoLqIOaNQ_k4BuFJ2wJ1Dh-qpJuxOnHPdU2bdLoRKAzshw_FohbTN8sWeC5IL4VibedyTetViY8zJ7UpwGUrdMJY6r36zdXGCzXGldWmNcr2kTX22k0n7RHr/s320/290631253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604526365283613778" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Her booties and clutch were also the brilliant work of PS. Sidenote: When they did a collection for Target a couple of years ago, I spent a long while trying to decide which piece to take home. Their goods are dreamy. Their talent is serious. The team is unf</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">.</span></span></span></i></div></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRBbzktG2yazUF2SAcQ_s5H-daEmfVO7dDB39dgx6zAYkjUPWC2NUleNYdjUdNdpsRa-ajZGiGf9fejELdSd1nmwecu79hb5EtpMJKYARDFiUN0RuamByZFUICVaYoBMnG2IX7f4N5xc_/s1600/kristen-stewart-and-proenza-schouler-ruby-paillette-custom-dress-gallery.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRBbzktG2yazUF2SAcQ_s5H-daEmfVO7dDB39dgx6zAYkjUPWC2NUleNYdjUdNdpsRa-ajZGiGf9fejELdSd1nmwecu79hb5EtpMJKYARDFiUN0RuamByZFUICVaYoBMnG2IX7f4N5xc_/s320/kristen-stewart-and-proenza-schouler-ruby-paillette-custom-dress-gallery.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525952558890658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">The slit. That is all.</span></i></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtDaguuQD1qzBYhXhtOEbU5HnBgQxBKv4KYfOqSDDB8kcHE8yN7NxSi_7KaHBEqhoL5je6ZBVic1VOYWXJZFPk4aE3O2zoESmtC6UDq_TG755Qzz2YKUI86IHbVao8gmh12pNYL-gxzzf/s1600/kristen-stewart-gallery.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtDaguuQD1qzBYhXhtOEbU5HnBgQxBKv4KYfOqSDDB8kcHE8yN7NxSi_7KaHBEqhoL5je6ZBVic1VOYWXJZFPk4aE3O2zoESmtC6UDq_TG755Qzz2YKUI86IHbVao8gmh12pNYL-gxzzf/s320/kristen-stewart-gallery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525941143289122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Lazaro Hernandez + Jack McCollough with Kristen Stewart, post-gala. It must suck to be their muse. ::rolls eyes:: I want that fic and I want it now. </span></i></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLvrW6q5v3CQoo-O7coxXiGGg1czQwNPB5gynmvuwivdbJtFhaM-vTLf1xEjYx-J0rGkaumuNrMaeNkjofKv_JA2tZGU_ScuD8xvMEaNBUw5c3qoV9sPpDyjwOiKrPuDkljh9Y7YcYGxJ/s1600/ashley-greene-and-donna-karan-custom-gown-gallery.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLvrW6q5v3CQoo-O7coxXiGGg1czQwNPB5gynmvuwivdbJtFhaM-vTLf1xEjYx-J0rGkaumuNrMaeNkjofKv_JA2tZGU_ScuD8xvMEaNBUw5c3qoV9sPpDyjwOiKrPuDkljh9Y7YcYGxJ/s320/ashley-greene-and-donna-karan-custom-gown-gallery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525943689031154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I'm a fan of the back of this gown. High five, DK.</span></i></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2BwrMgy-1uh7SpR1YXMR3Y_fWOsWTXpATWvZdRAqMohyphenhyphenWRJTPZTzhX8XjJZWsDuRLgQ1L2jyGLeeTHBNz7T0qC2pJaCNu3izKJA74fPPymfIQfaZDnGDLCyN0AERrbK24my0MAMjrDKj/s1600/ashley-greene-gallery-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2BwrMgy-1uh7SpR1YXMR3Y_fWOsWTXpATWvZdRAqMohyphenhyphenWRJTPZTzhX8XjJZWsDuRLgQ1L2jyGLeeTHBNz7T0qC2pJaCNu3izKJA74fPPymfIQfaZDnGDLCyN0AERrbK24my0MAMjrDKj/s320/ashley-greene-gallery-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525936808789874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Ashley Greene, sporting hair that is also for prom. Or a wedding. Someone send help.</span></i></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qLU4cIK8py76oAxcbBt332xW3bNNJbs-vk3bogGd4QeCZc_Z72VqbzbXhyphenhyphendgiNRS1TcLg8ccWCtslzmvImrxB0X-69sbEyyEJWrEod_tG3vtXbAM8AQb0KBbxJKfUgVwdZW4RVsVopek/s1600/bottega-veneta-knot-clutch-intreciatto-silk-profile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qLU4cIK8py76oAxcbBt332xW3bNNJbs-vk3bogGd4QeCZc_Z72VqbzbXhyphenhyphendgiNRS1TcLg8ccWCtslzmvImrxB0X-69sbEyyEJWrEod_tG3vtXbAM8AQb0KBbxJKfUgVwdZW4RVsVopek/s320/bottega-veneta-knot-clutch-intreciatto-silk-profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525936678884018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Bottega Veneta </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Intrec Knot clutch</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">. Forthefuckingwin.</span></i></span></span></div></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-1025596068709654782011-04-04T21:01:00.009-05:002011-04-04T22:06:49.499-05:00The One Where We Master the Come-on-Command<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Suck on </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, ficBella.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">One of the most ridiculous ficBella maneuvers is the Come-on-Command. Right? Right. It's made fun of across the board. That's a fucking (nonexiste</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">nt) talent. She can do it in an instant! On command! So we tease. And mock. Yet the BD photos and video clip leaked this week and there were instagasms all over the fandom. The video? Come.on.command. Please, don't pretend you didn't watch it on fucking continuous loop, searching the entire screen for a sound button. The back+shoulders+</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">thrusting combo was ---</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">flatline</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">---.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Until 18Nov arrives, here are a few commanding ::nudge, wink:: photos to keep you occupied.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-size: small; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbU0FL3ulifpFwUEQJYJrd2pBIZ7xCQaVupYxkRgPNmGqn18N91jy-OR5a6VA7VQP6dlvgeZ8BC3p_BjbgFtKg7LnIt0E4-tAgltShGtQl92Q5_GieTkFOOz8ttRbCqeD9gzVHpQUEOdtY/s320/cam-gigandet-300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591924750930013218" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>It's instant here. Done and done.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9J0X3AZRPusZzpYoalzdNh3rhoYjZqvTJmagKnB9YIkn1xUT2XCqmQus1-gHYBW3f_BSP6O6Hd9p03D4RSDJAFZinSquR99fAx3swv6DUVu8XzQ4-z481Byn4NuM2vZ6_HAaffii0RIH/s320/tumblr_lgm0791MbP1qcm084o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591924754157511826" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The hair, the scar, the scruff... the socks? Damnit, @singlestrand!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; font-size: small; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKpTzP2ixiYDPKbhed5lVXhcxoXtrS7RXNLhtHN9K4WOoxms3BUoJXh_f2dZO0zF3tAjh7FxjiVoQ-Wp59lbmjEMM5JesXjaiJKXx-rRr9LnVny30Gmrm3iXWGbNqjsOKQwWOr_HTAy0p/s320/kristenouttake1_181044461248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591924753428385586" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i>Ohai, gorgessity. Cannot handle it. I'd switch for her.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px; font-size: small; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvF4qQaDS-O3pBVXLqcmkQqT2q_6qFMtmML3TYZyWQZhMhoqUEWZzcoJ3xECnylCQrredsQRkPoG4KPqNhs8U9edCLXlg5sO9SViw4vMrZ2KqgQjOQXbrf5T6buhsYo0KsZ5hB8b5fA04F/s320/Peter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591924774045579474" /><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>I want to pants him. (He can keep the glove on.)</i></span></div></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; font-size: small; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SCg6sEQiejh9HlXXJIvZ8pMoF3CCLFCfQNM9jmeA7I_p9KV3d3q5Agk8z1079OheQu-rVvPTNURmkjlE2TdI7Q_NYbruV0ScBE2FO7QBh4LmQgxx180AzVX75nhrPomtzTq_8pR5t2pm/s320/s640x480-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591924766230460162" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Um, the only thing that comes to mind here is: Where were the fingers in the video? #summitcockblocks</i></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8dDc810DHKW4KqKn0Ngvv2eizwSNEjMy3MRPozIIxZ0Cvavkho0HHwwZ0Bsxh901l9XAa0O0b62SOOGyKTH3GkcEIzBarGmhAsxvxD035RFQrhJLQBhX4EZpLz6FOp6aQZTGW31czm-2/s320/anna-kendrick-032111-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591925373522596674" /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><i>Presh and sex, all rolled into one. If we were all so lucky...</i></span></div></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-91748928871911290712011-03-01T20:47:00.018-06:002011-03-01T22:22:39.772-06:00A Happyfuckingbirthday To Anntastic!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I thought there would be absolutely no way to top last year's birthday post dedicated to our truly amazing Anntastic. And then I checked my inbox. Guess what? I'm not the only one who loves her. I have waxed poetic via Twi-fecta plenty over the past year+, I have fangirled, I have reminisced. So I'll make this simple, keep my wording short, and leave it up to the following rad women to show her just how she affects everyone around her. We love you, Anntastic. Happy birthday!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.makeagif.com/T0hBSn" title="Make Animated Gifs Online"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><img src="http://www.makeagif.com/media/3-01-2011/T0hBSn.gif" alt="Gif Created on Make A Gif" /></span></a></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hdWFwgTYxs5eZVIgGm2RKEgvZNXu8fWY_aZ4MPGfJICuEsIf8s72Tun8GxcFCLC77NLQ7Fpm5lPrl4Qhbqmx7lO95pzAJ5E0ZUwhTCiGw_hYUuFBNJxH20LfMjm5VoqUDIa4R1kdofke/s320/Anne+bday+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316786903487362" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">SaritaPagita and ContemplativeMewleryRob wish you a happy birthday!</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU99r1Vu9LhOIxcbwq4MScTLI1sKBPxOAeXLIlC0v-9sNIFh2kroNNaYQhl5RHsN5B6Y4y7OOehTfF9nmLz3CxIvtLOjGo2qd-iYFp-rHQhTGp_HY2vmPVy0WWzC8NZJsiAyN7G8CjNLw/s400/annestory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579332542072492562" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A very special roomie sent a very special birthday surprise.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.makeagif.com/XVaOAK" title="Make Animated Gifs Online"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><img src="http://www.makeagif.com/media/3-01-2011/XVaOAK.gif" alt="Gif Created on Make A Gif" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">TippyL's avi skills are srs bsns. I think it's safe to say that you rock her world.</span></span></span></i></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DqvZW65CNpo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This masterpiece was made especially for you by Ms.NaughtySparkle. It is as thoughtful and gorgeous as you, natch.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And don't think you've escaped your day without a little TK nugget. I don't think it gets any better than this:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy birthday, Anntastic. You know I adore you. When I herd [sic] it was your birthday, I just </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">had</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to give you a present featuring one of our many inside jokes. You can also thank Donnersun and Moi for encouraging my insane idea. This will likely get me kicked out of the fandom, but I hope it’s right up your alley. TWSS.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cloven Desires</span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*If the author of the original fetish fic ever reads this, I hope she knows imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bella Swan stood on her perch made of overturned milk crates, surveying the barren land. She nibbled on her tin can mindlessly. Bella’s iron stomach made her a perfect hu-goat—a human leading the lifestyle of a goat—candidate. It was at the tender age of four, after consuming three earrings, two crayons, and half a cardboard box, that Bella realized how she wanted to spend her adult life. She wanted—no, needed—to be possessed like chattel. Her proclivity for fainting at loud noises sealed the deal. When she saw the ad in her local penny saver for “SWM Seeks Human Goat,” she applied without delay. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The interview process was grueling. She cried when her new owner, Mr. Edward A. Cullen, called tell her the happy news. Bella nearly missed the call as the prosthetic hooves made it near impossible to work a touch-screen mobile phone. Bella carried no cell phone these days as her custom-made hair suit had no pockets. She shifted her position on the crates, the wood protesting loudly under her weight. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The tin can dropped with a thud when Mr. Cullen exited through the screen door and walked into his expansive back yard. The remote location of his homestead provided them with complete privacy. An urban dwelling wasn’t really an option for a man who liked to keep a hu-goat or two. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Good morning, Bella,” he said while stroking her soft back fur. “I put some magazines in your feeding trough. I even got you a special Vogue treat.” </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bella bleated and head-butted him affectionately. He knew she preferred the glossier texture of Vogue, not to mention their tastier choice in perfume samples. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Are you ready for a ride?” Bella meh-ed in the affirmative. It took some getting used to, but Mr. Cullen’s special rides were now her favorite thing in the whole world. Well, her second favorite thing. With Bella, Mr. Cullen was able to marry his bovine herding fetish with his marsupial fetish. He strapped on the custom-made Baby Bjorn, helping Bella navigate her cloven feet through the leg holes. Being a natural hu-goat, Bella liked the altitude the carrier provided and her proximity to her owner was a bonus. She was in heaven, saddled to the front of her keeper. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He paraded her proudly around the yard, stroking her furry calves. Bella bleated every so often to let him know she appreciated the special attention. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Time for your grooming, Bella,” he whispered. Now </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">was her favorite part. It was also the apex of Cullen’s hu-goat fetish. He brought his willing captive into the small barn at the back of his property. Removing Bella from the Baby Bjorn without injury was always the most difficult segment of the entire process. After the careful extraction, he placed her atop a sturdy wooden pedestal. Deep hoof-shaped ruts were worn into the surface from times prior. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Edward fastened the safety harness around her waist, tying it to a nearby pole. They’d learned the hard way that cloven limbs provide no traction. The EMTs’ discretion came with a hefty price tag when they were summoned to attend to an unconscious woman wearing a goat pelt. She’d only suffered a slight concussion after toppling off the table, but it wasn’t an experience either of them wanted to repeat. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Plucking a wire brush from a drawer, Edward ran it through Bella’s furry coat. He loved the way it made her hide glisten in the sun, almost like diamonds. He smoothed her white belly fur last as that was the most sensual part for them both. When her bleating cries made it apparent she was ready for him, he released the flap covering her most private parts. He wasted no time filling her. Gripping her furry hindquarters, he worked himself in and out of Bella while she meh-ed wildly. Acting out of instinct, Edward grabbed the grooming brush once again and smacked Bella across her hide. Bella’s cries of animalistic pleasure increased tenfold. He continued to swat her backside and ride her with abandon. Thankful for the harness supporting her weight, Bella shuddered and clenched around Mr. Cullen. Moments later, his cries were nearly as feral as hers when he released into her plush body. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Edward cleaned her up and refastened her modesty flap. Unhooking the harness and helping her down from the table, he led her back out to the yard. She </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">clip-clopped</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> softly behind him. Climbing back onto her milk crate perch, she truly felt like she was king of the hill. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><br /></span></div></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-17092006543890837602011-03-01T08:16:00.011-06:002011-03-01T11:55:01.292-06:00The One With the Croc(k) of Crap Cover<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Rob, I'm just going to go ahead & address this directly to you: The new Vanity Fair cover. WHAT HAPPENED?</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoM9bDZhYJ4/TW0oMenNJ9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pz574VZBD-Y/s1600/vfcover.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoM9bDZhYJ4/TW0oMenNJ9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pz574VZBD-Y/s400/vfcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579159708222957522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Despite not being able to dress yourself in RL, I don't think even </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>YOU would choose that fugly hat for a night at the Soho House</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There's a level of Photoshoot Rob (TM TippyL) that we've come to expect from you, you know. Don't even get us started on the past hotness. GQ SuitRob. VF with the Twicast. InStyle with the Twicast. VF with the rumpled white sheets (oh the sheets! and the field! and the piano!). Harper's with Kristen. TVWeek. Details with the naked anorexic chicks. So what happened, VF? Because it's shouldn't be hard to NOT fuck this up. You choked. <i>WHERE WERE NICK & STEPHANIE?</i></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here are my thoughts in no particular order.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Rob, WHAT was your reaction when you were told that the spread would feature an alligator & did you request for it to be sedated? Did Summit flip their shit & run to check that you have enough insurance AND that TomStu be kept off set during shooting? Because you KNOW Rob + Stu + Croc = SHENANIGANS!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwML90lj8FRJjFiPW5CTtGMVKD6R0u-FcP2Rua2GXuyI9RF_QCAxnTFYyL_0L9O40xzSDFagm5QC2q2T5BwLU3Ba8PEt9eCzTkyT-NwH36kPA_slzna2TkIx3jswaj-Qu2CkXqZ5e2cJ2W/s1600/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-new-moon-2-premiere-red-carpet-photos-11162009-04.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwML90lj8FRJjFiPW5CTtGMVKD6R0u-FcP2Rua2GXuyI9RF_QCAxnTFYyL_0L9O40xzSDFagm5QC2q2T5BwLU3Ba8PEt9eCzTkyT-NwH36kPA_slzna2TkIx3jswaj-Qu2CkXqZ5e2cJ2W/s400/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-new-moon-2-premiere-red-carpet-photos-11162009-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579159709636544914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Can I keep the props from this shoot? </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>And by "keep" I mean "eat."</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Did they find out you harbor a secret love of Crocodile Dundee but are contractually obligated by Summit/Breaking Dawn to pose with your shirt on so as to maintain your vampire level of pale? </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewyhiwxWP-Y/TW0oMrTnK-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/3EZ6Q0vVkF8/s1600/paul-hogan-as_michael-j-crocodile-dundee.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewyhiwxWP-Y/TW0oMrTnK-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/3EZ6Q0vVkF8/s400/paul-hogan-as_michael-j-crocodile-dundee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579159711630437346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Silver lining: this is a step up from Steve Irwin khaki.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Last time it was a Frat-boy style road trip across the US. I can only assume from the Amish vibe these pics are giving off that Spring Break '11 (woot!) is the Year of the Robspringa?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4nxLFWZiZQ/TW0oM5p809I/AAAAAAAAA3o/poq2zSxHBS0/s1600/movies-rumspringa.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4nxLFWZiZQ/TW0oM5p809I/AAAAAAAAA3o/poq2zSxHBS0/s400/movies-rumspringa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579159715482227666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 208px; " /></span></span></span></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQnzVCXFCuo/TW0q6PF5TLI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Kep4paSboXs/s1600/9.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQnzVCXFCuo/TW0q6PF5TLI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Kep4paSboXs/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579162693353950386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Holla! We bringin' chambray back! Rumspringa bay-bee!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You had an urgent need to revisit Twilight's hunting-flashback-scene attire? </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:arial;">I saw the behind-the-scenes pics from the VF shoot. Dean was there. Why didn't HE at least step in?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZd5-JlTbuUszQ6AZQN_Q6oZke06b8gdNPur8uIEuWh7UmZUCoA-pYp_n9qBSZ89pw0fSvmu7pUOJj8DYGFZwPGc18Bm-RlOtPev5SovqQg-HA-K5OafzXR71p6HwmMx28Bh-3m_1xpa7/s1600/7418_161892884416_58711759416_2481358_6216764_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZd5-JlTbuUszQ6AZQN_Q6oZke06b8gdNPur8uIEuWh7UmZUCoA-pYp_n9qBSZ89pw0fSvmu7pUOJj8DYGFZwPGc18Bm-RlOtPev5SovqQg-HA-K5OafzXR71p6HwmMx28Bh-3m_1xpa7/s400/7418_161892884416_58711759416_2481358_6216764_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579160485366273426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>We've told you to leave all things Hardiwicke behind, Rob. Move along.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Are you just a really big fan of The Princess & The Frog? "I'd like to do a shoot with swamps and gators and music!"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TC4o51L6jM/TW0qNM3O_tI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PJcKaJNOw6g/s1600/princess-and-the-frog-still.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TC4o51L6jM/TW0qNM3O_tI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PJcKaJNOw6g/s400/princess-and-the-frog-still.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579161919661473490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>I KNEW you just wanted to play music Rob!</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I dunno Rob. I've seen the inside pics of the spread & with the exception of one, they look pretty damn hot. The article makes me feel....sad... for you, too. The only thing I can think of that would explain the utter uselessness of the cover shot is that Stephanie & Nick dropped you off assuming you'd be under the utterly capable hands of Ms. Leibovitz. Oh how I bet they wish they'd stayed! This was NOT a drop-off playdate, Steph & Nick!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7yzvIEQ-_g/TW0oNG8u6LI/AAAAAAAAA3w/H4y_5KymaCo/s1600/250375686.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7yzvIEQ-_g/TW0oNG8u6LI/AAAAAAAAA3w/H4y_5KymaCo/s400/250375686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579159719050668210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Ahhhh.... that's more like it. And yet, the "Rob-At-The-Piano" shot</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>has been done at least 3 other times. Come on, Vanity Fair & </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"><i>Team Nick & Steph you CAN do better. Rob deserves better.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-81255417061644934972010-11-28T20:15:00.011-06:002010-11-28T20:41:30.043-06:00The One Where We Present To You Hardwicke-Level Creep<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Thanks to a thoughtful and accepting (of our crazy) dear girlfriend of ours, Anntastic and I are now delighted owners of a new and fucking brilliant book,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dick and Jane and Vampires</span></span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. Let me just say that if talk of bouffants and sculpted eyebrows and "...let's be simple about this" had you in hysterics, this will have a similar effect. (Note: I have a sneakyfuckingfeeling that this may possibly be the shortest post in Twi-fecta history, as I am now, quite literally, itching for a commentary fix.) This book is a compilation of thirty-one stories so full of win, we'll probably be pulling out the book and posting favorites for months to come. Take that as your warning. First installment: "Fun With Father."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnfHdAUTdmFkzw-SkKuEG5_G0WLgS-4a5Q7_V_22WIZmWNgQ2WIAx-ovrnAA9iZDu_-GZQhgzAi2Tr-Tem0-TrqOTLqEUJBraBmSNd_GMqB71a2Ba0GynbR5JmSdaMntHB0COLMxpm24G/s320/dick-and-jane-and-vampires-behind-the-scenes-19985439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544792509558177970" /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><div style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dude, I didn't believe this was real until I held it in my hands. It's indescribable.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the very same time that the hilarity of Dick+Jane+vampires took over, the illustrations scared the Rob-loving shit out of me. The creep factor is equivalent to the creep that Hardwicke contributed to the commentary every time she opened her damn (creep) mouth. ::rushes to complete post so that I can watch it already:: In "Fun With Father", Dick and Jane approach the couch thinking that the man reading the paper is Father. He drops the paper to his lap, scares the proper shit out of them, and then they run away screaming. This little gem is three pages of creep. When our amazing (See? She's like no other!) pal introduced me to this book, we chose stories at random and laughed so hard that real tears happened. This particular one made me happier than the New Moon DVD release spreadsheet did. For those who don't know me, that says a lot. I procrastinate on the professional level and that spreadsheet circulated long before I had my shit together. I digress. Bottom line: These stories will bring happy to your day. If you do not own this book, please make purchase during your next visit to the bookstore. Like, now.</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21voJA_UNtrQt7Yx9R4kR7We9IK1_9Oa7DllaarHf4IClz5emoLs9e0Rakx7VT85nWOHiisweyYM6LCcCG_ZjgckMG-sD3SqkR5bejJ3FPBydJ340bGSVwX8oHakSchpay9kSJ8YyXimV/s320/poa3xbuxkc1azzo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544791646843892818" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What the mother fuck is happening here?</span></i></span></span></div></div></div></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-39524574709230565042010-11-16T02:28:00.007-06:002010-11-16T12:58:01.448-06:00The One With The Jumping Rob<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So what's a fandom to do when the info coming out of Brazil is repeatedly </span></span></span><a href="http://www.twifans.com/profiles/blogs/more-new-pics-of-rob-and-1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hot & never-ending</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">? Yeah, pick the least flattering one of Rob & make it into the latest Tumblr meme/internet craze. Twi-fecta had a few ideas of our own. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJDi_4XlxI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3K4zuKiV0z4/s1600/TwiTrees.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJDi_4XlxI/AAAAAAAAA0g/3K4zuKiV0z4/s400/TwiTrees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540064760161605394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Spider monkey? How 'bout flying monkeys?</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg4UXhCfn9-5xsrhQTGexLRICzd_9ji4P9WpgzOScKHEEfB8vfJ940f7TsdFanlKFLRwlX9mBlA8ct8CXNGapsk0J9LWC5lk2atU7XahNMxZKf7J492-amXOKZBDfSEY80IJ-SDE5a2XW/s1600/JasperNO.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg4UXhCfn9-5xsrhQTGexLRICzd_9ji4P9WpgzOScKHEEfB8vfJ940f7TsdFanlKFLRwlX9mBlA8ct8CXNGapsk0J9LWC5lk2atU7XahNMxZKf7J492-amXOKZBDfSEY80IJ-SDE5a2XW/s400/JasperNO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062474348709106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>The whole "leaving" thing could have been avoided if JumpingRob were</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>there to tame the beast.... er....</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBd6o71NI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/v4rmPHL12z4/s1600/Wolfpack.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBd6o71NI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/v4rmPHL12z4/s400/Wolfpack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062473832092882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Can't beat'em? Join 'em. Black manties >>> jorts any day. </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BcWn3fqynQhKMO3UYOI8wY_HNgzY24qjOC3UzfJ_Ivbt6zwkucxdgbM6GQajpDlFmoiryneaCJkhUC-oKU0RquH94h8Kt5zuZpUXRZLcWdLrY34wKTAe1Zp2DEz8Pr3Ukz8hMbjy5G6I/s1600/Volturi.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BcWn3fqynQhKMO3UYOI8wY_HNgzY24qjOC3UzfJ_Ivbt6zwkucxdgbM6GQajpDlFmoiryneaCJkhUC-oKU0RquH94h8Kt5zuZpUXRZLcWdLrY34wKTAe1Zp2DEz8Pr3Ukz8hMbjy5G6I/s400/Volturi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062072975835698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Swooping in for the save, this JumpingRob looks a lot like the Ballet-Studio</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>wire-work from Twilight. In other words, cheesetastic.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBGKvn9yI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NV2VedEqIH0/s1600/Frolic.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBGKvn9yI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NV2VedEqIH0/s400/Frolic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062065838257954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>NO Bell-ar!!! I won't take your SOUL!!!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUCGvHfD7L_-6UIgAF64hgNiv_UGGyHsk983npKkGpWlGO5xVSi1SlnwAb4k_qPQK1xhQNKDNjuyOnFucd6rms7o6rfEAMc541dvdSiqCzA3D6UENYnshEhqNadfuuRUrmxE1Kjp3hVPU/s1600/EclipseJump.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUCGvHfD7L_-6UIgAF64hgNiv_UGGyHsk983npKkGpWlGO5xVSi1SlnwAb4k_qPQK1xhQNKDNjuyOnFucd6rms7o6rfEAMc541dvdSiqCzA3D6UENYnshEhqNadfuuRUrmxE1Kjp3hVPU/s400/EclipseJump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062060278858642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Wahooooo! Party at La Push, baby!!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBFu4vD-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/xxWDowfXIls/s1600/EclipseFight.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJBFu4vD-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/xxWDowfXIls/s400/EclipseFight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540062058360279010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>If only Edward HAD joined the fight at the outset....</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJCsie6RAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ERY05yEheuE/s1600/RobTaylor.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJCsie6RAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ERY05yEheuE/s400/RobTaylor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540063824557261826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Just catchin' grapes & doin' flips with TayTay!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJG5eRv9xI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Uui-Z7ZkdFM/s1600/RobKellan.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJG5eRv9xI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Uui-Z7ZkdFM/s400/RobKellan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540068444813129490" /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TOJG5eRv9xI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Uui-Z7ZkdFM/s1600/RobKellan.jpg"></a>I'd be happy to be the filling in this mantie-sandwich. just sayin'</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For more JumpingRob goodness, check out the best: </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a href="http://fuckyeahjumpingrob.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jumping Rob</span></a></span></span></div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-11412336896326963122010-10-31T11:30:00.001-05:002010-10-31T12:30:11.738-05:00The One Where Rob Dresses Up<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So we here at Twifecta got to thinking about Halloween. You know we've not seen His Holy Hotness in a while, save for the super awkward/confusing/funny Headmaster Holiday video last week (have you caught your breath yet, Taft kids?). And we were wondering if Rob would be dressing up this weekend. We're working from the assumption that he & Kristen (and maybe some of the cast) will be together. Based on that, here are a few ideas we think would really work for them.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nothing is more popular than Glee at the moment (save for Jersey Shore, but I refuse to even type those words into Google image search on my computer), and we can't think of an easier costume than Sue Sylvester. Come on, you know how he & KStew have loads of Adidas laying around.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtHGtARaRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kh47roxkZIc/s1600/HalloweenGlee.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtHGtARaRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kh47roxkZIc/s320/HalloweenGlee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594747640310034" /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtHGtARaRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kh47roxkZIc/s1600/HalloweenGlee.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Get ready for the ride of your life, Will Schuester. </span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">You're about to board the Sue Sylvester Express. Destination: Horror!"</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Parlaying the Sue Sylvester costume with Glee's latest episode, I can't stop recasting the Twilight crew as characters from The Rocky Horror Picture Show in my head. There was a twitter convo a few weeks ago about this, and while a good number of h00rs saw PFach as Frankenfurter, I only see Rob. Sweet Transvestite indeed. OMG the accent would become a deadly weapon.<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtHGtARaRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kh47roxkZIc/s1600/HalloweenGlee.jpg"></a></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtHGtARaRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kh47roxkZIc/s1600/HalloweenGlee.jpg"></a></span></span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtDXUKHxWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/N6k_OIIASQI/s1600/HalloweenRHPS.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtDXUKHxWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/N6k_OIIASQI/s400/HalloweenRHPS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533590634981999970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Kellan as Rocky, and Kristen as Janet? I see you shiver with antici...... pation.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:arial;font-size:small;">If Rob were still rocking his post-Bel Ami Bloat AND his Hobo Road Trip beard, I think Alan from the Hangover would be perfection. Assuming he'd have an actual hangover probably wouldn't be too far from the truth.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtDXUKHxWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/N6k_OIIASQI/s1600/HalloweenRHPS.jpg"></a></span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGk3HA1-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/X_pvuGyOLZg/s1600/HalloweenHanover.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGk3HA1-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/X_pvuGyOLZg/s320/HalloweenHanover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594166237386722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></i></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">It's warm in Baton Rouge. He's pasty & pale. This wouldn't require a shower. This could work.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We're big pirate fans here at Twifecta. It's such a classic costume, we thought it would be a natural fit for Mr. Pattinson. Captain Rob, that is. Accent? CHECK! Effeminate guestures? CHECK! We'd walk his plank... We'd shiver his timbers. He could check out our pirate's booty. I'd show him where X marks the spot. Oh the euphemisms!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGk3HA1-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/X_pvuGyOLZg/s1600/HalloweenHanover.jpg"></a></span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtD7WfboSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/hAH05Os6_j4/s1600/HalloweenCapnJack.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtD7WfboSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/hAH05Os6_j4/s400/HalloweenCapnJack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533591254083543330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " /></span></i></span></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">We're happy to raise your Jolly Roger, Cap'n Rob! Arrrrrgh...</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If he were looking to go the kid-friendly route, we suggest the highly popular DJ Lance from Nick's trippy Yo Gabba Gabba. Nothing like dancing around with a giant orange dildo, eh?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGlUYgKUI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vJV-y0TiLI0/s1600/HalloweenYGG.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGlUYgKUI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vJV-y0TiLI0/s320/HalloweenYGG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594174095370562" /></span></i></span></span></a></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"There's a party in my tummy, so yummy so yummy!"</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Don't don't don't bite your friends!"</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGlUYgKUI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vJV-y0TiLI0/s1600/HalloweenYGG.jpg"></a>Going the celeb route once again, we thought an evening spent as Russell Brand & Katy Perry would be fun for them both. Rob would rock Brand's signature look, considering his extensive use of leather pants & velvet blazers back in his Harry Potter days. Kristen could play up her ultra-glam red carpet look, and Rob could show a little chest hair.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGlFgAi-I/AAAAAAAAAys/U1fZ0TPoIcM/s1600/HalloweenRussellKaty.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtGlFgAi-I/AAAAAAAAAys/U1fZ0TPoIcM/s320/HalloweenRussellKaty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594170100321250" /></span></i></span></span></a></span></div></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The gold shark-tooth necklace would be PERFECT with this outfit</span></i>!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Now if you want to talk about a super easy costume, how about dressing up as his BFF Tom Sturridge? I don't know how Kristen tells them apart to begin with.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtDXUKHxWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/N6k_OIIASQI/s1600/HalloweenRHPS.jpg"></a></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS-GPdcmtAY18xoA04ttNrgH_YLVmLKg_cHMJhqsGGfQb6Im1ovQCQ_5P554j6YlgsbngRkhFycjIgznF0whffMghuUfCjRRH5J8UpBImytmf8khMsRVoiZkXSY3kz-7M9ZIpwtzNNQ5F/s1600/HalloweenTOmStu1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS-GPdcmtAY18xoA04ttNrgH_YLVmLKg_cHMJhqsGGfQb6Im1ovQCQ_5P554j6YlgsbngRkhFycjIgznF0whffMghuUfCjRRH5J8UpBImytmf8khMsRVoiZkXSY3kz-7M9ZIpwtzNNQ5F/s320/HalloweenTOmStu1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594604338829506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></span></i></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Wait, Rob are you dressed as me, or am I dressed as you?"</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Shit Tom, I dunno? All our clothes come from the same suitcase anyway?"</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Certainly last but not least, if he's still got his beard, a simple cardboard sign is all he needs to complete an authentic Hobo look on the fly. I like the creativity in this particular sign. Ninjas are particularly relevant these days!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtG3xq4MZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yMPpbUEsxUY/s1600/HalloweenHobo.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtG3xq4MZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yMPpbUEsxUY/s320/HalloweenHobo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533594491194716562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMtG3xq4MZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yMPpbUEsxUY/s1600/HalloweenHobo.jpg"></a>Hobo Rob is always win. And always lurking in between roles.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happy Halloween from the Twi-fecta Girls!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">xoxo</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-73155952396626215402010-10-26T10:52:00.013-05:002010-10-27T23:55:35.480-05:00The One With The Fun<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It's been a good while since we've rec'd any fic finds over here on the blog. Crazily enough, MrsBing and I have been busy blowing through what we like to call the "Twi-cast Book Club." That's what we call "reading all the books that are being turned into movies and star anyone from Twilight." So essentially we've been muddled through Bel Ami, Water For Elephants, and On the Road. I was also held captive by Maggie Stiefvater's Shiver & Linger. GOOD LORD, cliffie!!! Not to mention that whole end-of-summer obsession both MrsBing & I (and the entire fandom) had with the Hunger Games Trilogy (repeats to self: I WILL not look for HG fic, I WILL not look for HG fic... I may have already read a few HG fics. Oh wait!) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMhuss25_FI/AAAAAAAAAxk/gIDZau2KRTw/s1600/13z92f9.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMhuss25_FI/AAAAAAAAAxk/gIDZau2KRTw/s320/13z92f9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532793856459406418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Oh no. Not. Going. There. Not. Gonna. Go. There..... Yet.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Anyway, I've continued reading Twi-fic here & there, most of which have been rec'd hard & repeatedly (TWSS) on other dedicated Twific sites. But these two latest finds sucked up my evenings last week & I have to pass them along. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">First up is an absolutely hysterical one-shot by</span> </span></span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2131731/Just_Shireen"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Just_Shireen</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">called</span> </span></span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6404177/1/Super"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Super</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It was written for the </span></span></span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Picture_Says_It_All_Contest/86305/99/0/1/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">A Picture Says It All contest</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">and this was her photo prompt:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN-L_1kDvfHFXweQf0VIZEM6vVa3rEkChTkMMyBTs3M3-UY9HIfHCB2BBzeSoLrDOKDYMe2Xd6dm2K48CFUe841AKnxmUd1Zg2QDc3ialOIOB95XyE4iviHE9RoXrvTrvnOpI-hBTK5PN/s1600/tumblr_kwxjbyqAnW1qzid8so1_400_large.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN-L_1kDvfHFXweQf0VIZEM6vVa3rEkChTkMMyBTs3M3-UY9HIfHCB2BBzeSoLrDOKDYMe2Xd6dm2K48CFUe841AKnxmUd1Zg2QDc3ialOIOB95XyE4iviHE9RoXrvTrvnOpI-hBTK5PN/s320/tumblr_kwxjbyqAnW1qzid8so1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532384311066719714" /></span></i></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">"</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">When the little stuff added up the universe was trying to say something.</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It was saying,</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> "Stay home, Bella Swan."</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">However, there is only so long a girl can reasonably be expected to go without Diet Coke."</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Bella is having a very bad day. She ventures out to procure necessities. Chaos and some uh...super...things end up happening. It's so refreshing to read a Bella like this. She's real, she's sarcastic, self-deprecating, and for some reason I can really relate to her. It's one of the few Bella's that I think would be in my own circle of friends. Just Shireen writes this gem with a very straightforward style and does a fantastic job of incorporating her picture prompt into the story. It's fun, it's fast, it's hot, and this Edward is the sweet to this Bella's tart.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Late last week I accidentally left my book (On the Road) at the coffeehouse. In my scramble to find something to read late at night (because I'm never NOT reading) I picked this next Fic off my To Be Read list. It had been rec'd by a multitude of trusted tweeps, it was a short 6 chapters, and was rumoured to be very cute. And it was.</span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifN-L_1kDvfHFXweQf0VIZEM6vVa3rEkChTkMMyBTs3M3-UY9HIfHCB2BBzeSoLrDOKDYMe2Xd6dm2K48CFUe841AKnxmUd1Zg2QDc3ialOIOB95XyE4iviHE9RoXrvTrvnOpI-hBTK5PN/s1600/tumblr_kwxjbyqAnW1qzid8so1_400_large.jpg"></a><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMb5glV5YAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GYPH9fe7z7M/s1600/2wokdco.jpg.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMb5glV5YAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GYPH9fe7z7M/s320/2wokdco.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532383530446315522" /></span></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Accidents happen. Sometimes you die and meet God. </span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Sometimes you live and meet Doctor SexGod. B&E. AH. AU.</span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5958812/1/Died_and_Gone_to_Heaven"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Died and Gone to Heaven</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> by </span></span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2228500/DoUTrustMe"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">DoUTrustMe</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">is a fun little AH/AU fic with a VERY sassy Bella and an exceedingly patient Edward. A patient Edward who is actually a doctor caring for Bella post-accident. Bella wakes up missing part of her memory, but none of her sass and endeavors to figure out who Edward is to her. Though she uncovers his "identity" within the first chapter, the next five are devoted to her learning just who she is, what she likes, and what their life is all about. It involves a lot of costumes, a lot of euphemisms, and a lot of lemons. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">DoUTrustMe has created a very enthusiastic & fun-loving Bella with no brain-to-mouth filter. She's constantly compiling a list of her very favorite "Edward features" </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">(</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">I moved Doc Sex's ass to the top of my list.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">He was undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was taking off his shirt. I added his back to the list.)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Her Edward is patient, adoring, and tender. And he matches her wit for wit. Did I mention he's patient? Whether she's cutting the drawstrings out of his pajama bottoms or hiding his boxer briefs, he does nothing but play along and indulge her. As Bella relentlessly attempts to get him in bed post-accident, he handles her exuberance with affection and care. At the same time he helps reveal to her just what her life is all about. It's sweet, funny - particularly the first few chapters - and just the perfect read before bed.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I highly encourage you to give these two little finds a go. With so many angst/heartfail fics making the rounds these days, it was refreshing to find some light-hearted fun. And if I find more, I'll be sure to pass it along. Anything to help through this Breaking Dawn sort-of-drought. Gos forbid we pick up a "real" book.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-26419078984777774392010-10-22T12:50:00.009-05:002010-10-22T13:19:46.025-05:00The One With The Lemons<div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5011284172069281" style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">One night over the summer I was up late, chatting on the phone with about the only other person I can count on to be scrubbing kitchen counters at midnight like I am - MrsBing. Viva le OCD! So while we gave our countertops a mutual rubdown (albeit 1200 miles apart. It's better than phonesex for us) we covered our usual gamut of topics: Rob, Eclipse, the upcoming Comic Con, kidsfamilyfriends, and finally came to the portion of our conversation where we talk about Fic. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Now, I have absolutely NO idea which fic/s we were talking about at this point, but I was very enthusiastically telling her about some lemon I’d read when Manntastic walked in. And of course he’s all “what’s a lemon?” </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tIFBKH6ijaDwRUcwcH6Sga0GhLauMd9EiS_M2gv10WyCcrnB7NGqHdXI_oDi240Xh-BRfaj8Lw2ok1E4oT3BzwsvBj0YFcbKgreZnmrISkHwyC-XMcRfp9LXhWlL0V6jrsfwlmhacHf2/s1600/2320317033_217ac64dda.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tIFBKH6ijaDwRUcwcH6Sga0GhLauMd9EiS_M2gv10WyCcrnB7NGqHdXI_oDi240Xh-BRfaj8Lw2ok1E4oT3BzwsvBj0YFcbKgreZnmrISkHwyC-XMcRfp9LXhWlL0V6jrsfwlmhacHf2/s200/2320317033_217ac64dda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933210007495874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Euphemism much?</span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Before I go further, let me give you a bit of background on Manntastic. He’s a very helpful husband with very few hobbies. He works nonstop & spends the bulk of his free-time with the kids or working in the yard. (I'm a lucky girl, believe me, I know!) So his evenings are pretty much spent hanging out & of course getting all up in my biz (that’s not a euphemism). Which is why it didn’t surprise me in the least when he sauntered into the kitchen that night looking for something to do & immediately inserted himself into my Lemon Convo with MrsBing. It went a little bit like this:</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Manntastic: What’s a lemon? Wait, who’re you talking to? Is it MrsBing? Tell her HI! </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(he's such a girl)</span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Anntastic: Dude, after a year & a half of this, you don’t remember me telling you what a lemon is? (Oh, and MrsBing, he says HI) You totally know what a lemon is. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">M: Uh...no? </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(as MrsBing & I giggle)</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> Wait! Is it some sex thing? I KNOW you two & you can’t be talking about a car. Or actual fruit.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IHy_w10GH9jTU5a1ffXbKvPYuZkfl4z0lPbO269MuYdSX6qlUeH_IVfeNNkamdondUHMweiFSQDZnniZS3lUpwSplcj64pwcbd2BXxwJKiaiik8p3ixwUndCiB5ORwxmTTeknOlIZCOJ/s1600/automobile-lemon-law-tx-pa-ga-1401068.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IHy_w10GH9jTU5a1ffXbKvPYuZkfl4z0lPbO269MuYdSX6qlUeH_IVfeNNkamdondUHMweiFSQDZnniZS3lUpwSplcj64pwcbd2BXxwJKiaiik8p3ixwUndCiB5ORwxmTTeknOlIZCOJ/s320/automobile-lemon-law-tx-pa-ga-1401068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933066743425218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">No babe, we're not talking about a car. Though some delicious lemons have taken place IN a car. </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">In fact, this photo might be good picspiration for a steamy one-shot.</span></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">A: Well, it’s not just fruit. I mean, there IS meat involved, right MrsBing? </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"></span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> (as she confirms my statement)</span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMHRLlOp9VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/WxqBMHP7HYM/s1600/062509-lemons.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMHRLlOp9VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/WxqBMHP7HYM/s320/062509-lemons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530931814290027858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /></span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMHRLlOp9VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/WxqBMHP7HYM/s1600/062509-lemons.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Uh, not that kind of meat. Then again, Manntastic HAS been </span></span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">known to make sweet love to a platter of ribs.</span></span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">M: So it’s something to do with porn. It’s porn right? Knowing you guys, it's naughty?</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span>(at this point I'd reached for my notepad)</span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">A: Maaaaybe. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(I decided to toy with him)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> I mean, you’ve definitely enjoyed the benefits of a lemon before. I mean, you should be falling to your knees and praising Jeebus for the power of The Lemon.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">M: I have? You guys! Tell me! </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(as MrsBing & I are hysterical b/c he's being SUCH a girl!)</span></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">A: Tell you what, I’ll show you what a lemon is later on. Trust, you’ll like.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"></span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span>(ok- this next part is where it really gets good...)</span></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">M: You guys!!! It's pervy? Wait...you’re not gonna shove something up my ass are you????</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMHRL2xbRyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/bbEx3BB3Tkc/s1600/foodporn_lemonypeter.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TMHRL2xbRyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/bbEx3BB3Tkc/s320/foodporn_lemonypeter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530931818999269154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px; " /></span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Uh no. I think you might prefer the M/F lemons, Manntastic.</span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); white-space: pre-wrap; ">***Anntastic dies laughing*** ***MrsBing dies laughing***</span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">A: OMG YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT?!?! When have I EVER “shoved something up your ass?!” (to MrsBing: Although, that does happen in some lemons, and the guys seem to like it...)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">M: </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">(totally incredulous at this point but grinning nonetheless)</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> OMG you guys. What? WHAT? You guys. Tell me. OMG YOU’RE SO GONNA BLOG ABOUT THIS AREN’T YOU??</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Yes, Manntastic, because nothing is sacred, we ARE blogging about this. (:::waves::: Hi babe!) Of course, I told him later what “lemon” means in the Fanfic world. To make sure he fully understood the concept, I had him read a few lemons as well. He’s definitely on board with the citrus. He’s even wondered aloud how many “servings” of citrus one should be getting each day. ::snicker:: When life hands you lemons, suck them, squeeze them, tease them savor them. Because trust, me babe. You’ll like.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLElM9uOdvQtxzvntQTenIDh_Dpv82PvHcYEg2TwIHBkXPcJumjt7qkXiFezSGh4h11Vq3vpB8YWeBHLDIzgZTkXivekplIl7jIx7mf0QXj_FvPX3P2Fksj5-Ln3Lq5hLUsHANk481kTfn/s1600/i_love_lemons_tshirt-p235283485068284511trlf_400.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLElM9uOdvQtxzvntQTenIDh_Dpv82PvHcYEg2TwIHBkXPcJumjt7qkXiFezSGh4h11Vq3vpB8YWeBHLDIzgZTkXivekplIl7jIx7mf0QXj_FvPX3P2Fksj5-Ln3Lq5hLUsHANk481kTfn/s200/i_love_lemons_tshirt-p235283485068284511trlf_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530932094122251378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:Times;font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div face="Times" size="medium" color="transparent" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- "><span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"><br /></span></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-4660185123305672022010-10-19T11:11:00.013-05:002010-10-19T12:14:53.601-05:00The One Where Kristen Brings It (Hard and Often)<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">After an especially mind blowing day of carpooling (heh), I just wanted to put my face into the cookie dough that had been sitting in my refrigerator all day. I waited until my kids were in bed (momma doesn't share cookie dough) to indulge. And then something happened. I had a sudden urge to cook the dough and eat real, baked cookies. Weird. So I throw the first batch into the oven, sit down, open Twitter, and... red carpet Stewporn was waiting. Ruh-roh.</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Let's fast forward 15 minutes or so to the moment I realized that my cookies were black, solid, and not going to serve their very important purpose. I am blaming Kristen's legs. (And her hair, if we're being honest.) Her style at the Welcome to the Riley's screening was straight up srs bsns. And her Scream Awards appearance? Killed it (see fashion sidebar). I spent the entire cookie-burning time just clicking link after glorious link, checking Sunday's Scream Awards photos, yesterday morning's press junket photos, and the evening's WTTR screening photos. #Stewgasm I pulled them, compiled somewhere near eleventy billion emails, and sent them off to the traveling MrBing and our under-the-weather Anntastic. Somewhere out there, MrBing just locked himself in his room and Anntastic left the bathroom floor to view said pics on her desktop's more adequate screen. And I'm blaming Kristen's legs.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrriOPWRtV8nGCntJWfsO7Sl9jcBbstK2E8B6V3qLRHlKeOImF4sE7sd8nUnWG5p4WOrl5Jgm66poLuDW8zOVDS6abiqoOBS7O_o3h2UuxOLV_MO8Y4r04HVwYzlfRV-QPoiCBKMQPPRu/s320/kstewartfans-wttr-nyc-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791759878590562" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What did I tell you? This girl can cure all with an appearance. Now, she does it</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">for me in a hoodie and jeggings, but this here styling should </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">convince the </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">rest</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of you. Her lacy Valentino dress was from the 2011 Resort Collection</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, but</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">her legs are causing the backup on the carpet. Somewhere in Baton Rouge, Rob is in agony.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Valentino and Atwood were clearly the perfect combination for Kristen's red carpet walk. Her smoky eyes and red lips complimented the dress+shoes styling, and her hair... ::cracks knuckles, tries desperately to form words from all of the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">awe</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> floating around in my mind:: Her hair was pulled back, which gave her profile all of the attention. Deserved attention. But there was volume and it was the perfect amount. It wasn't party-with-Mango high, but it was high enough to be a point of focus (bravo! to Beau Nelson). Also? She kept her jewelry to a minimum with just two small rings, nothing gaudy, nothing to take away from The Steeze. In a word: sick.</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQr1W-_j_TgQFp083jmxayc4moXxNqC3oF-QCmZzNHZV6V2raDSqnUDvzZWm3mRQp9lLigpfTaKtMNtjw2de7hPtq2Ih_AjeAOpRSA4lcqukAprypVc_eW4NC6Lqcze-cdRRp5dUZ1uyS5/s320/kstewartfans-wttr-nyc-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791492582736898" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">She is flawless. I love her in a true love kind of way. That is all.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXgFAorJaYwmVTy3hppj8HXt6ss7OiKmJnQ9kRdXgRlognwFxNm5jJr0HegSG-Y_V8Z5YrxxLy71c06QceQYFBnuashwJAnpteTtEGyzpDbd6e9_FpSQEQAqu6CJyY_QJq2CIjrcYXeTd/s320/brian-atwood-maniac-platform-pumps-black-patent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529791251567645058" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dearest Mr.</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Atwood,</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I would like to have babies with your Maniac platform pumps.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Or, at the very least, own a pair. The hidden 1.5-inch platform is gorg.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The 5.5-inch heel is making me weak.</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yours truly and forever,</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">MrsBing</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please note that Anntastic and I were not only anticipating Kristen's Regis & Kelly visit, but we have already hoarded the photos and entered covet-mode (Dior/Zanotti, of course). If I added this morning's heavenly fashion to this post, it would be a tad photo-heavy. You can expect more Stew love soon. Next up: Mantastic learns something new. You will flove it, trust.</span></span></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-5389308004705962812010-10-17T18:24:00.021-05:002010-10-18T11:27:34.572-05:00The One Where A Foursome Does.Us.In.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We were spent.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ComicCon was exhausting, the complete opposite of what a child-free vacation with girlfriends is expected to be. Even lunch breaks were killer. Please imagine four girls toting around ten dollar (read: really fucking small) pan pizzas, trying to find an outlet for our iPhones (read: shortest fucking battery life ever), dodging the security guard (read: man who totally hated babysitting 75,000 fanatic nerds for the weekend) who kept shuffling us around thanks to fire safety rules, all just to escape Sly Stallone's panel (read: The Expendables will blow). What did I tell you? Exhausting.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We all lost a lot of sleep during our four-day ComicCon experience. I will be bold enough to speak for the whole of our group when I say that it was worth it. But the evening that really did us in? 100 Monkeys played at The House o</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">f Blues and we shut the place down. </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Wow</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. They played for four hours, taking a 30-minute breather in between sets. They played the usual instruments and the we're-so-talented-whooops!-where-did-your-panties-go instruments: drums, bass, guitar, keyboard, trumpet, mandolin, harmonica, flute, and sax. I should also mention that they </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">all</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> traded instruments and that they </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">all</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> rotated leading the vocals. There was so much fucking talent on that stage. And Uncle? Don't get us started.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4XpuN1onCX5PZp4fqlHNeSJrtH1049g9Vh2tC-u28jS27fe64oaduuQ8Ua6wgKINKmbPS4DJ_hUuTHO5d63wgvLekYHM0hc8fjUQv5lkafGRX3i-tdno5OshpucDRX9YbksWOCIUFDX7/s320/SAM_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529394920762869394" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The band unloaded the truck, set up the entire stage to their liking, </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">and looked fucking </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sexy doing it. </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">It's a damn miracle that I didn't say </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">something really stupid as j.action </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">walked in (considering his cozy place on my List),</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">but I kept my mouth closed and </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">let my eyes take the man in. </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Let's thank Anntastic for pulling it together</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">enough to catch him mid-stride like </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">this. With guitar. Unf.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">While their lyrics are not of the sunshine variety, their enthusiasm and realness were. They were theatrical, genuine artists AND performers, which was a breath of fresh air because (please take note of this and pass it the fuck along) not all artists are performers and not all performers are artists. 100 Monkeys are truly both. And? They mean what they say and say what they mean when they pen their lyrics. Yes, this is one of their most popular songs, but this is one of my favorite examples (perhaps because it is sadly truefuckingfax):</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ugly Girl</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She was young</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But she liked to act younger than she was</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She was dumb</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But she liked to act more dumb than she was</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For such a young, dumb, impetuous thing</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Says if she goes then she'll go smilling</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And of course, she'll leave a beautiful corpse</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "></span></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The problem with you's the problem with this world</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It's an ugly world and you're, you're an ugly girl</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOkU8A2YfQaXTRFefudqtU_Ezu5lma0T2hXG6yI_LZu0Ymq_1en-FeK1GSansr79LvrUD1VvbmO5UraHdlDOlJ2Qu5z6nJ89xf7IyBR-tAJ6L9AyKXKi0F88qldhpEN0IluchTAKl1zsX/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529396483714247314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">ben g. with a smile that melts, right? Guess what? His talent matches it. ---flatline---</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2xJWH2weNy15zHwqP4rWr6yORz88D37x3sQeNOi22kBp-6EAoSGGPXUS9KDIDRkglLoFy13vFFsODb2tVJNPK0dLy0XLfYfRShAfZV0Zc1hJ0LEPz93zz3pIZXMjT6yA603saY3opbrs/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529397044258101106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">While eating pre-show, j.rad walked past our table and straight into the bathroom.</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No, I did not follow (ngl, totally crossed my mind). But you can be certain</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">that I went Mad-Eye Moody on that door, keeping one eye on my delicious nomz burger</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and the other on that bathroom door. When he came out, I asked for a photo</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I want to say I did it politely, but I think there was also a hint of</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">crazy-person in my voice) and he obliged. He was lovely, very gracious, didn't seem put out at all. ::sigh::</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25RWuw5ptHKsS8x-YUBhMWzqYd1uqbUFXWXAelcXYFUz_Id1c46hL1tOxC8e8k8NGUheXCFw1JcbLsQTu7U8o9mV2yG9M0sYyEHs-n2EECU1LZdwSPQ90zhX8jxE-Ye49ygrskLfBgGyI/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529397274524149762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ben j. was one helluva drummer, but stepped away when other instruments called.</span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He also took to the mic a few times. These guys were extremely impressive.</span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh, and Anntastic chatted up his gf for a bit (she was kind and reallyfuckingcool)</span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and we found out that the 100 Monkeys gang is brainy, to boot. ikr?</span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhL0uQYdUiLHRLfT70EXkld3PhXZPi0eUQ7k4bSpmaM16PcBNijJ-4I8fcsYleY2_hIdfy16YofPVd9Us9k_lPJn5SAoMXDvTie7zs3ekoVAb5gOqR_-vcVW8Z5U2-jgnJb3YA68a0PprJ/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529397461508137266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">It's possible that I waited like a maniac for the band to take down their instruments,</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">clean up the stage, and wait it out in the back. When they made their way out</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">of the HoB and out to the van, it's also possible that I said something</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">like, "Great show, guys. It was... really... great," as they passed me. Another possibility?</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I sounded like a creep. But j.action turned around, smirked (sorry, there's just no other word for it),</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">and said, "Thanks." Yes, his smirk is enough to impregnate. j/s.</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVdso_K4Sd8nl5e20POgknir_F4NuhKlFc4Z-L9wWwjV3Kmg_1HKhj4qOr6t1edQXrQyxaca6WrKhZKscbtn5ZXk6wfJucDrcOHCNRyQAQY98u_dgYdQ9Z7tCOTo2o4LFOFxhIip8Slye/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529397685840047538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Wow. uncle was the BEST. When he's on stage, there's no looking elsewhere, he's it.</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">You just want to listen as he plays the most flawless music, and then you want to</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">ask him a million questions afterward, or maybe none at all, so that you can listen to</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">what he has to say. He's the best.</span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Making time for their show was hella worth it, and it was one </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">major</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> highlight of the trip. I'd see them live again in an instant. And if you need another reason to give them a shot, check their involvement with the </span></span><a href="http://www.100monkeysmusic.com/spencerbell/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Spencer Bell Legacy Project</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. Aaaaaaand GO.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-32709475953476055892010-09-30T23:00:00.004-05:002010-09-30T23:07:59.010-05:00The One Where MrsBing Turns 30<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Tomorrow is a very very special day. A special day for a special lady. Can we call her a lady? Hell it's her birthday, we'll call her whatever she wants to be called. So I've been prepping & pondering & plotting how to celebrate this momentous day for a very long time. MrsBing isn't just a kindred spirit I met online, she's a RL friend that I've known for 6 years now. Thank GOD we (me & another dear friend) picked her up in Gymboree class when the babies were wee. We courted her hard (this other friend & I, we're good at "dating" new friends). Well it turned into a mutual, lasting relationship thankfully. And then a few years later, I moved halfway across the country with my family & left some of my very favorite people behind, but somehow MrsB and I just grew closer. </span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I could wax poetic about how very lovely she is - inside and out. How she's steadfast & funny & smart. How she's a wonderful mother. How she's sweet & thoughtful & pervy all rolled into one. How she has one of the best husbands in the world, who is as lovely as she is. How her eyes sparkle (really, they do. her smile is one of my very favorites.) And how I couldn't imagine a better friend to be in the trenches of motherhood with. Nor could I imagine a better person to blog with. Even if we have been busy being moms & wives & friends this summer/fall instead of blogging. So MrsBing, I wish you a VERY very wonderful birthday. Full of only good things, just like you. Happyfuckingbirthday my dear friend :) :) :)</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">xoxoxo</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Anntastic23</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">PS - I added lots of smileys b/c I know you LOVE them!</span></span></div></span></span></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/GIFS/MySpaceGens_9683585766-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Wishing you ALL these things today & always! xo Anntastic</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Let's dig into the Birthday Mailbag!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Domward says it's that, or get spanked. </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Or spend the evening writing in your journal. Your choice!</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKVB45pQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAug/cnYL1xZFhYA/s1600/Natalie.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKVB45pQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAug/cnYL1xZFhYA/s400/Natalie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522892963842152546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKVB45pQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAug/cnYL1xZFhYA/s1600/Natalie.jpg"></a><i>Cedward Cullory Pattinson wishes from the <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=Natalie.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">one & only PKitten</span></a> - rawr!!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_r2Oe92I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/a2_yMotpjIc/s1600/MRSBING.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_r2Oe92I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/a2_yMotpjIc/s400/MRSBING.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522890540562970466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_r2Oe92I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/a2_yMotpjIc/s1600/MRSBING.jpg"></a><i>Velvety, rhinestoned birthday wishes from in incomparable <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=MRSBING.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">ShoeWhoreNinja</span></a></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_q3M6iwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TQSafnlUWrU/s1600/EclipsePic50.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_q3M6iwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TQSafnlUWrU/s400/EclipsePic50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522890523644955394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_q3M6iwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TQSafnlUWrU/s1600/EclipsePic50.jpg"></a><i>Sincere birthday wishes from our <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=EclipsePic50.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">FAVORITE Wolf-Packer :</span></a>)</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/trinitymartinez/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=Natbday.gif" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/trinitymartinez/Decorated%20images/Natbday.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></span></span></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Special RobTomGavinGos-filled birthday wishes from the best kind of sparkle: NaughtySparkle</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://s77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/trinitymartinez/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=Natbday.gif" target="_blank"></a></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn_wlXTJpAv_6SOkWenyTug9G0CEvI55Am1HrYrYzed2MiitDd9zJX-pPDm-CKhCif8TQvVYNCakzOjW5N4awAgxIDiJl6tM7YkITCRGBuS8jo7hAofyau_fxpU3XpoSOqn0MmetjFfj7/s1600/0001uV.jpeg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn_wlXTJpAv_6SOkWenyTug9G0CEvI55Am1HrYrYzed2MiitDd9zJX-pPDm-CKhCif8TQvVYNCakzOjW5N4awAgxIDiJl6tM7YkITCRGBuS8jo7hAofyau_fxpU3XpoSOqn0MmetjFfj7/s400/0001uV.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522890520157143666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn_wlXTJpAv_6SOkWenyTug9G0CEvI55Am1HrYrYzed2MiitDd9zJX-pPDm-CKhCif8TQvVYNCakzOjW5N4awAgxIDiJl6tM7YkITCRGBuS8jo7hAofyau_fxpU3XpoSOqn0MmetjFfj7/s1600/0001uV.jpeg"></a><i>Wishes for everything delicious in life from <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=0001uV.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">the lovely TK</span></a></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_sRUasjI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Uu1yMbJWR2k/s1600/natalie+birthday.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_sRUasjI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Uu1yMbJWR2k/s400/natalie+birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522890547835613746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>"Ready-to-pop" wishes from miles & miles away from <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=nataliebirthday.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">The B's :)</span></a></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKVDbNfEiFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0Ck2Gs5lBBg/s1600/50friends_038.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKVDbNfEiFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0Ck2Gs5lBBg/s400/50friends_038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522894652795291730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://s77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/trinitymartinez/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=Natbday.gif" target="_blank"></a><i>Delicious buttery </i></span></span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hioyK9yDrLg&feature=email"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">wishes from "our Lobster"</span></i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> </span>and the cast of Friends!</i></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_rBk7jOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IjkxXBuYgho/s1600/Mrs.BingGLEE.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TKU_rBk7jOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IjkxXBuYgho/s400/Mrs.BingGLEE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522890526430039266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Gleeful birthday wishes from one of our fav west-coasters, <a href="http://s935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/?action=view&current=MrsBingGLEE.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Kitty Elvis!</span></a></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">MUSICAL STYLINGS</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> to celebrate to, from your in-town, latte-sipping, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sushi-eating, late-night-chatting, RL/Online bb, NaughtySparkle</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"><object width="435" height="270"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D80993351%26t%3D1285788231&wid=os"> <embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D80993351%26t%3D1285788231&wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"></embed> </object><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><a href="http://www.musiclist.us/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/20734297867/standalone" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/20734297867/download"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Last but certainly not least is some very steamy </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">shoep0rn for your reading pleasure.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">TexasKatherine really lifted her skirts high & gave you her best. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Without further adieu:</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:Arial;">If The Shoe Fits...</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Working on a Saturday night wasn’t exactly my idea of a fun weekend, much less a fun </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">birthday </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">weekend. Yet, here I sat in my windowless office in the bowels of the Neiman Marcus Loss Prevention department. We were gearing up for the most anticipated and dreaded day in the retail world—Black Friday. Upgrades were being made to the security cameras and that is precisely why I was sitting here at ten o’clock waiting for the extremely tardy security company to come work their magic. As the antiquated system was offline for the night, it was my responsibility to make sure the new one was up and running before morning.</span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:16px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Forwarding my office phone to my cell, I decided to walk the empty floor. I swept through the women’s clothing, pausing to admire the new additions. Military jackets were in style this year. I’d have to pick up one of those. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I continued on to my real destination. It called to me like a siren—the shoe department. I entered tentatively, making sure no one would be privy to my multiple shoegasms. I stroked the lovelies on the Brian Atwood table, caressed the Mui Miu’s and gave a respectful nod to the Louboutin’s. I lingered at the Diego Dolcini display because he was doing things with footwear this season that should be illegal. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Once I paid my dues to the other masters, I processed solemnly to the Holy Grail of foot coverings. Perched on a glass pedestal like a true work of art, sat the Valentino Sculpture Lace Pump. Delicate black lace over nude leather, crowned with sculpted lace over the heel and around the vamp. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I wanted those shoes.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I needed those shoes.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I couldn’t afford those shoes.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Even with my discount, the nearly five thousand dollar price tag was too steep for me. I would have to settle for fogging up the display pedestal for the rest of the season.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Would you like to try them on?” I jumped and gasped at the masculine voice behind me.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Mr. Masen, I didn’t know you were still here. You startled me.” I was still breathing heavily and my voice was a slightly higher pitched than normal. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I was just finishing up some things,” he said. “Did you want to try on the shoes, Bella?”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I blushed because the manager of the shoe department made all the ladies blush. It was his super power. “Oh, I don’t think I should. Thank you, though,” I replied.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He smiled and my blush deepened. “Didn’t I hear it was your birthday? I can’t think of a better reason to test drive a pair of designer shoes. Let me go get your size. You look like a thirty-seven. Is that correct?”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Well, yes, actually it is.” With that, he disappeared through the doorway before I could protest further. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I took a seat and tried to quell my excitement. He returned less than a minute later with the coveted shoes in hand. Sitting before me, he unpackaged them. The rustling of paper had never been so alluring. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“May I?” he asked and reached toward my foot. I nodded my silent approval and he slipped off my shoe. “L.A.M.B. You have excellent taste in footwear. Isn’t the designer married to that musician who makes all the ladies swoon?”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It hadn’t escaped my attention that he was still holding my foot in the palm of his hand, caressing it gently with his thumb. “I—I wouldn’t know,” I stammer. “He’s not really my type.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“And what </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">is</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> your type, Bella?” he asked in a voice a full octave lower than before.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Tall, reddish-brown hair, green eyes, formidable knowledge of designer shoes,” I answered, earnestly.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Hmmm. That’s very interesting,” he said. “It looks like the shoe fits, Cinderella.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I hadn’t even noticed he’d already shod my right foot. Wordlessly, he replaced the shoe on my left foot, running his hand up my calf when he finished. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“You still have some time before the clock strikes midnight. Does the birthday girl have any wishes?” </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I looked down at my feet, encased in the finest leather and lace. I was wearing the objects I desired above all others, yet that desire was suddenly eclipsed by another. “There is one thing I’ve always wanted to try.” I slid off my chair to meet him on the floor. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“And what is that?” he asked, looking momentarily unsure of himself.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I placed my hands on either side of his hips and whispered in his ear, “It’s easier if I show you.” Not wanting my meaning to be misconstrued, I nipped lightly behind his ear.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Cameras,” he warned.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I swung my right leg over his lap and rested on his upper thighs. “Not today,” I reassured him. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He situated his hands on my knees, nudging my skirt up a few inches. “Are you sure about this?” he asks.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Quite certain, Mr. Masen. This is something I’ve been thinking about for some time now.” I ran my hand through his soft hair and pulled his face closer to mine.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Really?” He smirked in typical Edward fashion. “Do tell.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I gathered my courage while tracing his jawline. “First, I imagined you’d kiss me.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Is that your birthday wish?” he asked, softly.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“The opening act, yes,” I answered.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Far be it from me to deny a woman on her birthday.” He closed the distance between our mouths, taking my top lip between his and sucked gingerly. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">My mind was warring with itself, vacillating between believing this was either the best or worst idea ever. I gripped his hair with more force than I intended and he responded by biting my lip. One, or both, of us moaned when his tongue slid into my mouth. My own tongue moved along his and I unconsciously lurched forward in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling our chests flush against one another.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Kissing down my chin to the neckline of my top, he paused to utter, “Tell me the rest of this hypothetical scenario.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It took me a moment to right my mind before I could continue. “Next, I would help you out of your shirt.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“That’s very thoughtful of you.” He released his grasp on me so I’d have room to loosen his tie and unfasten the buttons. With my aid, the shirt fell to the ground behind him. His chest held every bit of the promise his tailored shirt implied.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I can only assume the natural progression of events would require me to assist you in a reciprocal fashion,” he said, lowly.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Only if you are so inclined,” I responded. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I’m inclined.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">His hands slid under the bottom of my light sweater, easing it up and over my head. With no hesitation, my bra joined the top in a heap on the ground. He palmed my breasts and asked, “What happens next?”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">My voice barely registered above a whisper. “Next, you would lift my skirt and find I’d neglected to wear panties.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Is that so?” He eased my skirt above my hips, firmly grabbing my ass in the process. “Stand up,” he commanded.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I climbed out of his lap and took a step back. He stood and turned me, placing my hands on the Dior display table. I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and the rustle of fabric. A moment later, I felt his hardness press into my backside. “What’s the next scene, Bella?” His voice adopted a raspy strain.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I feel your cock inside me,” I stated with surprising aplomb.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He flipped my skirt over my hips again and entered me in the same movement. Nonsensical words fell from my mouth while thousands of dollars worth of shoes toppled off the table and clattered to the ground. His thrusts were needy and animalistic. I secretly hoped his fingers would leave faint marks around my hip bones just to prolong the memory of this night. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He moved one hand to the juncture of my thighs. I gripped the table harder as my stomach began to tighten. He slipped two fingers around where we were joined and quickened his pace. His thumb pressed firmly on the bundle of nerves that seemed to be tethering me to the earth. My orgasm ricocheted through me so suddenly I almost lost my footing. Edward’s own release was shortly behind mine and he slowed his rhythm to a less punishing pace. He pulled us both down to the floor, positioning me on his lap. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br />“There is a serious matter I feel we need to discuss,” he said. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Oh, what is that?” I asked. I turned so I could see him better.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“You’re still wearing the Valentino’s,” he answered, gravely.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I looked down at my feet. “Yes, I suppose I am. Is that a problem?”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I’m afraid it is. Store policy dictates that those shoes are no longer eligible for resale.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“I’m not following you,” I said, starting to panic.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“You will have to purchase the shoes, Bella,” he said.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> “I don’t have that kind of money, Edward! There’s no way I can pay for these!” My voice was shrill and maniacal sounding. These shoes had become an albatross around my neck in the span of sixty seconds.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Then I guess it’s a good thing your husband got a hefty bonus check,” he said while deploying another smirk.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Excuse me?” I asked with a furrowed brow.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">“Happy birthday, Mrs. Masen.”</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Happy, happy birthday, Mrs. Bing03!</span></span></i></b></span></p></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-36192118727822746452010-08-14T21:45:00.021-05:002010-08-15T13:12:04.670-05:00The One Where I Went Mac and I'm Never Going Back<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Apologies for the month-long disappearance. After our last post, Anntastic had a girlfriend-getaway (documented in </span></span></span></b></i><a href="http://twi-fecta.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-where-we-bring-unicorns.html"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The One Where We Bring Unicorns</span></span></span></b></i></a><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">), followed by Twifecta's trip to ComicCon (wait for it... wait for it...), followed by MrsBing's family-getaway. If you're still checking in with us and showing fabulous patience, you'll be happy to know that we have indeed survived our crazy month and are baaa-aaaack! We have much to share with you in the way of opinions, photos, and stories and thank you, most sincerely, for sticking with us. Now if you'll please rewind a couple of weeks...</span></span></span></b></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">So, the Bing family was the last in this nation to join the Apple community. When LittleMan Bing did a dance on my closed lappie in June, cracking the screen into oblivion, MrBing saved the day with a MacBookPro. It took me a while to adjust to the system and figure it all out (still in the process, actually). Not too long ago, I realized that if I entered iPhoto and clicked on "Faces," I could choose my name and it would automatically show a slew of photos including what this fabulous computer thinks is </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">my</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> face. All I had to do was click "confirm" and they'd be filed away in the MrsBing folder. This smartfuckingcomputer is going to save me a shitload of time, I can feel it. Before I discovered that this Mac was capable of face recognition, I was having to tag each person in each photo. No longer!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">(The fact that this computer does face recognition for me is definitely a plus, but there is obvs computer error. For instance, my children look a lot alike, and you can click on either name to find a nice compilation of photos featuring both kids.)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Upon discovering this time-saving feature (have I mentioned how very much I lurve my MacBook?), I went through each face-folder and confirmed all correctly-tagged photos of my fam and friends. Here's where I fell so hard for this piece of technology, that I will never go back to PC: In MrBing's folder, I confirmed dozens of suggested photos of him before stumbling upon this:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqNHUw0wAWR9Ob1pU1HezJtiQvbtk2D9tQeZF8n1IPUg6jA-hQ7ekKVXuTpdiflRTmEzHRak1JEoc3tIoUWk7Aac90GPR449AZo1cRgouEMGt9YD9N8843pEUxn77Z0K3x17urzdrEMDi/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG"></a><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqNHUw0wAWR9Ob1pU1HezJtiQvbtk2D9tQeZF8n1IPUg6jA-hQ7ekKVXuTpdiflRTmEzHRak1JEoc3tIoUWk7Aac90GPR449AZo1cRgouEMGt9YD9N8843pEUxn77Z0K3x17urzdrEMDi/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467870844704674" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqNHUw0wAWR9Ob1pU1HezJtiQvbtk2D9tQeZF8n1IPUg6jA-hQ7ekKVXuTpdiflRTmEzHRak1JEoc3tIoUWk7Aac90GPR449AZo1cRgouEMGt9YD9N8843pEUxn77Z0K3x17urzdrEMDi/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG"></a></span></span></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Fuckity-fuck. Confirm! Confirm! I confirm!</span></span></span></b></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">DIED. I am confirming photos of my husband. This is not my husband. My treasured laptop used the face-finder program to find photos of my husband and presented </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">that</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> photo to me. For verification. Along this these, as well:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHv5fCKA-9BS7_VqEgr-jemyE5HGtgo3ppfIJdXB8QEvbib-LDyobfxDsRhUF8DP618R-zrtnO449FzLjMUdzOLh4HTxe_h2ZPXhZCPRNTiIIRWShiHZqg2qGzjrXaynLkS9aMnaYV2KZ/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></span></span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHv5fCKA-9BS7_VqEgr-jemyE5HGtgo3ppfIJdXB8QEvbib-LDyobfxDsRhUF8DP618R-zrtnO449FzLjMUdzOLh4HTxe_h2ZPXhZCPRNTiIIRWShiHZqg2qGzjrXaynLkS9aMnaYV2KZ/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHv5fCKA-9BS7_VqEgr-jemyE5HGtgo3ppfIJdXB8QEvbib-LDyobfxDsRhUF8DP618R-zrtnO449FzLjMUdzOLh4HTxe_h2ZPXhZCPRNTiIIRWShiHZqg2qGzjrXaynLkS9aMnaYV2KZ/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467765445175442" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleseJORq4c6XVh9z5ytO_Frae45ZorlElb7uoVQZWMEWWndzRJYJULXC_XEA0NRPv1eG4VtrSgf1kDmFsVrwDGTxoZcATrKd-2eXxR9NpbA5uG8sfbHdoxqqHoG7HZZCmDSQqSLSlInv2/s320/rp-and-tomstu-after-young-hollywood-awards-300x270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467502924653266" /></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHv5fCKA-9BS7_VqEgr-jemyE5HGtgo3ppfIJdXB8QEvbib-LDyobfxDsRhUF8DP618R-zrtnO449FzLjMUdzOLh4HTxe_h2ZPXhZCPRNTiIIRWShiHZqg2qGzjrXaynLkS9aMnaYV2KZ/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG"></a></span></span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">::nods:: Confirm. Confirm.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgx9mOE_-nh_tC1vq3DwD4RS0FoOw6JGE1qTt4s6ekzVy2xRi4SfmYYq43UXLaXDDlPjkgG84e2CinqxyUm7eOMOqOvsnD-IWUqSz6jBndrQZ2eIyqBYLXRuiBgFfgGLXecOPunVnAyrRr/s1600/jaction.jpg"></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BH8pBi5Gd2ArzzZExT5S2Ybrd8j9K8NZ3nIqTkwK_IhrHKZ1_Rc7Rx1fKkgcxQpt3kEtfWh68zXFMIb2lA5J-ngMGTiBhQ0eh0x528ychoxAlbCwgyVbCettS76Qn5UAJWIpWoLehatJ/s1600/IMG_1083.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BH8pBi5Gd2ArzzZExT5S2Ybrd8j9K8NZ3nIqTkwK_IhrHKZ1_Rc7Rx1fKkgcxQpt3kEtfWh68zXFMIb2lA5J-ngMGTiBhQ0eh0x528ychoxAlbCwgyVbCettS76Qn5UAJWIpWoLehatJ/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467388016484450" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgx9mOE_-nh_tC1vq3DwD4RS0FoOw6JGE1qTt4s6ekzVy2xRi4SfmYYq43UXLaXDDlPjkgG84e2CinqxyUm7eOMOqOvsnD-IWUqSz6jBndrQZ2eIyqBYLXRuiBgFfgGLXecOPunVnAyrRr/s320/jaction.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505467619449851202" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">::nods enthusiastically:: Confirm. Confirm.</span></span></span></i></b></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Once this happened, it became quite clear to me that Apple has created a very special system. This beloved computer will be buried with me, I love it so. It just asked me if Robert Pattinson was my husband. And whether Jackson Rathbone shares a bed with me. And practically begged me to confirm that TomStu fathered my children. Never. Going. Back. To. PC.</span></span></span></div><div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The love deepened when I entered </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">my</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> very own face-folder to confirm myself in the suggested photos, and these were amongst my pics:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQvt0_WwmK7NIwOya-bYb7UTpjJjsdXy8z09GT7b4a7xr4fKSAU9PJPgOklNXdZ59BecpJm60nuOMAv1GI_2nxkD8TeFXOIaa2AQgW_NYKtdJtgrGEX2LNKHc1ZXnMaUgUuYSuRK_7msJ/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466941468243202" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3FU0V7ifRnL5BDoPzxHo2Tcc_T9mdoPLy29HqA28oKL3kyN-wIGsePY1JRBXNsscS9IR6gPG7LrVmjjDec2O0lkdrXPh0_ELvLe0f0Q0kCP6nEk-ECdwidyXpTK0WMAd_a5Ycne9cGRT/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466705051746290" /></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Bah! There's not a chance in hell that I've ever resembled the beautiful Stew, but thank you, thank you, Apple.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOLmxXEy2u40Io5_KZwjJn7eL4WPFtVAfXfoG5wFe78bvIoz3XOirUQgtVTfxTLJptaoV72HxsGVYalmZqLJ99tfYdOxA1KLCpfycCvrLtWQmIsA9snZ3gZvhjtG85CNyw549Ih9-UlvP/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466789161079682" /> </span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Not even close on my very best of days, but I'm going to confirm this shit anyway. No one has to know.</span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Dude, Apple, I already purchased the computer, there's no need to butter me up. I LOVE YOU.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">[Please note: I look nothing like Stew and my handsome man does not look like Rob. But I love Mac for its face-finding flaws and will continue to enter my folder on bloaty/PMS days, just to feel better. I highly recommend this system to anyone in the market for a new computer. Dew it.]</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-34475679074407204352010-07-16T21:58:00.011-05:002010-07-16T22:18:23.265-05:00The One Where I Need To Get Mr. Sandman On My Side<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay, so you know of my dreaming-of-Freebies problem, right? They'll pop in, we'll hang out, and then I wake up. I can never, ever touch. One word: fuckingfrustrating. The first time that this happened, I awoke in the middle of the night... well, let me play it out for you.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">First occurrence:</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Adam Levine used to be on my list. Until, that is, </span><a href="http://laineygossip.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lainey</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> defined the word "shamefuck" for her readers. I obviously removed him from the list and placed him under the shamefuck category (he's still the lone guy in that special category). Anyhow, he </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">was</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> on my list. So I have this dream where I am backstage after a show (ugh, so cliche that I was somewhat glad to wake from it) and we start talking. We're talking and talking and talking and he asks if I want to leave with him (omg, writing it out makes the cliche even worse) and I say that I can't because even though he's on my list and MrBing would technically be cool with it... what if he wasn't? What if he got mad and left and never forgave me?! Couldn't do it. I wanted MrBing more than I wanted to play with my shamefuck. I love MrBing A LOT, apparently. I awoke in the middle of the night and was immediately MAD. I woke the hubs and said (yelled/said, same thing), "I couldn't touch Adam Levine in my dream because I LOVE YOU! Ugh!" He was confused, and I went back to bed. (For the record, I tried to </span><a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/dane-cook-lyrics-nightmare-v3vm7wt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">magic myself back into the dream</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and it didn't work.)</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MLO4F54XhTrXHHbMz9otMO60Jj7u49iCkKCGRaylfmgay0xHFQwE_FBdP9cCpDUeX8oeNq40Jc35tItyV3_8GwRLXGE5Ww4hvd4R6EMGVm6lPMCnsTafIOcJP8FaqvI8I0m0armUZ8zL/s1600/adam_levine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MLO4F54XhTrXHHbMz9otMO60Jj7u49iCkKCGRaylfmgay0xHFQwE_FBdP9cCpDUeX8oeNq40Jc35tItyV3_8GwRLXGE5Ww4hvd4R6EMGVm6lPMCnsTafIOcJP8FaqvI8I0m0armUZ8zL/s320/adam_levine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494704546742809410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">50% What-the-hell-was-I-thinking? 50% I-want-to-touch-right.the.fuck-now.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">See? That's the beauty of a shamefuck.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And Adam Levine fits that bill perfectly, right?</span></i></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You see? Sofuckingunfair. Like we're ever going to be presented with the opportunity to bag a Freebie. It should be allowed in dreams. It should be possible in dreams. For me, it is not.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Latest occurrence:</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last night, I dreamed that Anntastic and I were watching Eclipse and Rob surprised! the theatre (a la LA Eclipse showing). Only he was without Kristen. He just wanted to talk to the fans for a bit. Now, I don't know why (AND she'll kill me for this), but Anntastic got up to go to the bathroom, leaving the seat next to me was empty (what a fab friend!). Obviously, because it was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">my</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> dream, Rob walked up and sat in her seat. We talked for a few minutes. I don't remember exactly what our conversation entailed, but I did think, "Man, that was a GREAT convo. And there was good, genuine laughter." (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sidenote</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">: His laughter was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unf</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, in case you were wondering.) After a few minutes of really great (yet apparently forgettable) conversation and COP-inducing laughter, he got up and went down to finish his little chat with the audience.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaucyhrejb59P4f6rInEHaFgtVzUW5oGOdCCnB3rE16XffNJQPac7A3RARpdbvkm0LlQs7PYXltRsKlI4GPyPaczSsi1gKi5bkOjF7aGY8qNL2PLS5OW5tgBcolhKmgwcBDAkqRKCRpWiM/s1600/s640x480.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaucyhrejb59P4f6rInEHaFgtVzUW5oGOdCCnB3rE16XffNJQPac7A3RARpdbvkm0LlQs7PYXltRsKlI4GPyPaczSsi1gKi5bkOjF7aGY8qNL2PLS5OW5tgBcolhKmgwcBDAkqRKCRpWiM/s320/s640x480.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494704453314667218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hey, Mr. Sandman! Is it too much to ask?</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Help a sista out next time, m'kay?</span></i></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why didn't I touch him? Why didn't I get him nekkid in the theatre? It was a dream! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He's a Freebie!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">MrBing says it's COOL!</span> Grrrr. I thought it would be different with someone worthy of the list. I thought the shamefuck sitch happened because he shouldn't have been a listie in the first place. If I come back from TheCon and dream of j.action, I will touch him. Mark my words.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LId30hzjp9inlx1Gu6VP_es1kSd8URVr4Vwat35R2GjTkNo5HxYGXxHK1hWI9fC55hH9YtmEm6PKGK2uAta6d-pojyRi52r_J_8_WuGG3v9vHnbO5Mo1FB5Be0BlmIlDjByOWr6u428X/s1600/100monkeys_live-1002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LId30hzjp9inlx1Gu6VP_es1kSd8URVr4Vwat35R2GjTkNo5HxYGXxHK1hWI9fC55hH9YtmEm6PKGK2uAta6d-pojyRi52r_J_8_WuGG3v9vHnbO5Mo1FB5Be0BlmIlDjByOWr6u428X/s320/100monkeys_live-1002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494704246273261378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's on. Bring it.</span></i></span></div></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-51214645190809266232010-06-29T00:24:00.006-05:002010-07-03T23:55:11.820-05:00The One Where We Bring Unicorns<span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is a tale about Four Girls and their Unicorns.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div><div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In just under 24 hours (at time of post) most of us will be sitting in a theater gazing at the screen as if we've just seen the Rapture. His Sparkliness returns - bigger, sparklier, and this time without tweed. Takes a pretty damn devoted fan to do this at midnight. Most of my fandom friends have made plans -some seeing all 3 movies right in a row (eeeep!), others traveling far & wide (hi MrsVanquish!) to be with their Twi-besties. So how is it that I'll be seeing the 3rd installment as a QUADRUPLE date with non-Twi friends (albeit besties)? Lemme tell you. Because bitches & h00rs, I happen to know that unicorns DO exist.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCl_4kWaJFI/AAAAAAAAArY/HZoZyEGIfKM/s1600/cullen-family.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488058230734726226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCl_4kWaJFI/AAAAAAAAArY/HZoZyEGIfKM/s320/cullen-family.jpg" /></span></span></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">OMG you guise! All eight of us? We're *just* like the Cullens!</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Except we're all sunburnt.</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">First, though...a bit of background. Besides MrsBing & my "friends that live in my phone" I have a very dear set of RL besties that were initially assigned to me in random fashion by the people in the Office of Student Housing before the start of my Freshman year of college. There are 4 of us & unlike most students paired up by campus housing, we became fast friends & continue to be to this day. I'm talking near-daily emails, trips to visit on another during the year, calling one another while we're in labor, you get the drift? We also have a huge annual trip where we ALL (all as in us, the hubs, the kids, and even our parents) get together somewhere fun for a weeks worth of memory-making. It's AWESOME. And decidedly un-Twi.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S_TZrdVRbRI/AAAAAAAAAos/HHw11Xox06Q/s1600/6a00d83451c53969e200e54f5745018834-640wi.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473238787793448210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S_TZrdVRbRI/AAAAAAAAAos/HHw11Xox06Q/s320/6a00d83451c53969e200e54f5745018834-640wi.jpg" /></span></span></em></span></a></div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><em></em></span></span></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Later on they'll read this & we'll have a discussion over which one </span></span></em></span><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of us</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">is supposed to be the Mary Sue in the Dugger-like bathing suit. (not it!)</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So last fall we got to work organizing the 2010 reunion. We decided on the week of June 26th. Do you people see where I'm going with this? Plans were set, airline tickets were booked, condos were reserved, in other words #Let'sDoThis!! But it took me until sometime last winter before I realized Eclipse would open DURING our trip. </span></span><em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">#badbadfangirl.</span></span></strong></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I freaked. How will I see it on opening night? They'll think I'm a freak. Like officially. Our PARENTS will think I'm a freak. Would I have to skip it & wait? Would I physically even be able to DO that? OMG OMG! What's a girl to do?!?!?!?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TClna5PzdgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/RR7TmducOiw/s1600/HULK-SMASH.png"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488031332669027842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TClna5PzdgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/RR7TmducOiw/s320/HULK-SMASH.png" /></span></span></span></a><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Skipping the opening night of Eclipse my ass! HULKSMASH!<br />(also, this is not my ass. or my underwear.)</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So one month prior to Eclipse, I emailed the girls to see if anyone was up for a midnight viewing with me and my hubs. Yes, my HUBS. I have my very own Unicorn who's read the books (he loved) and has possibly read some fanfiction *coughDarkSideoftheMooncough.* (he liked) I knew at the very least HE'D go see it w/me and I figured 2 of my GF's would be up for it as well. But certainly not EIGHT of us. Yes, you read that right: ALL of the girls wrote me back saying "count US in!" "yep, WE're game!" "sure, WE think it sounds like fun!" I'm all whaaaa? We? Us? We're? As in, your HUSBANDS want to go too?</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCmHnQ8SuSI/AAAAAAAAArg/JyW3YR0mhMs/s1600/20090207-chick_flick.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488066729560160546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCmHnQ8SuSI/AAAAAAAAArg/JyW3YR0mhMs/s320/20090207-chick_flick.jpg" /></span></span></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">More like "how the HELL did we end up here?"</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And "every time the wolf kid takes his shirt of, we do a shot."</span></span></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In the interest of full disclosure, the more I really thought about it, I wasn't surprised at all. It's a known fact that Manntastic has his very own vajayjay - and we're not talkin' about mine. I mean the dude LOVES. CHICK. FLICKS. He's the one that made ME go see Under the Tuscan Sun. He's the one that can't watch LOST with me b/c it "stresses me out before bedtime!" And he's the one that's got Sandy Bullock as his #1 Freebie. He's also the one that has a crush on Rachel Ray ::snicker:: I also know for a fact that one of these other dudes watched Lifetime with us (without complaint) on a regular basis back in college. And another one of these guys claims to not know the story of Twilight, yet he would quote his wife lines from the book...when he was not peeking over her shoulder</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "></span></span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S_TXsccq_NI/AAAAAAAAAok/0aiwdHiPA7c/s1600/90137842_4be0f415d5.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473236605712661714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S_TXsccq_NI/AAAAAAAAAok/0aiwdHiPA7c/s320/90137842_4be0f415d5.jpg" /></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S_TXsccq_NI/AAAAAAAAAok/0aiwdHiPA7c/s1600/90137842_4be0f415d5.jpg"></a></span></span></span></span><em><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Only </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">real</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> men pony up to see TWI movies at midnight with their wives!</span></span></span></em></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So now I'm faced with the fact that I while I'm getting an EXTREMELY rare quadruple date night, it's A) at midnight and B) I'm a fucking Twilight FREAK. I pity whoever sits by me... I might clutch their arms as I shreik "ooooo I thought they'd cut that part from the script?" (because it's normal to have read the script, right?) And what if one of them asks me if Rob & Kristen are dating & I end up spouting off all my "proof" that they're together? What if I scream "motherfucking leghitch!!!!" And what if I pull a Remember Me & actually MOAN </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">out loud</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> when they show a close-up of Rob's jaw? Because all of these things have happened. Many times. But not in the company of real, sane adults. Or my husband. Guys, I think I might be screwed. Definitely outed, but happily screwed</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "></span></span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCmRfxNO2MI/AAAAAAAAArw/mJj2JVNXr3w/s1600/EclipseLegHitch.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488077595898468546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCmRfxNO2MI/AAAAAAAAArw/mJj2JVNXr3w/s400/EclipseLegHitch.jpg" /></span></span></a></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCmRfxNO2MI/AAAAAAAAArw/mJj2JVNXr3w/s1600/EclipseLegHitch.jpg"></a></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">PS - I'm pretty sure they already think I'm a freak. It's just a matter of how high I fly my flag :)</span></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">PSS - How will YOU see Eclipse? Night of? Following weekend? </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">With Twi-friends? </span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How many times? We wanna know!!!!</span></span></span></p><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-68058906728644466562010-06-24T02:06:00.017-05:002010-06-24T21:00:20.873-05:00The One With The Premiere<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">So the Eclipse Premiere is tonight in LA. Did you hear that? THE Premiere. You know, the one where people have been camping out in tents since last Monday just to get a spot on the Red Carpet, causing the nation in general to laugh & shake their collective heads at the Twihards (Star Wars/BSG/Trekkie conventioneers, you can thank us as you feel free to move about the country with no one laughing in your direction!) For the last two weeks, Fandom acquaintances of ours have trekked to LA for various cast sightings... Kimmel & Leno tapings, TwiCon, concerts, advance screenings, you name it. But two day ago some authors we know & love found themselves in possession of 4 tickets to tonight's premiere. Can you say le jealz? I can't... because of the epic ::squeeeeeeees:: coming out of my mouth. OMG can you imagine?</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I figure that they've got to be operating on pure fangirl adrenaline - or possibly Red Bull & Vodka - at this point so they might not be thinking clearly about what things they can & can't do at the event. I thought I'd jot down a few Do's & Don'ts for TeamLeghitch, as well as remind them of some things they might want to keep their eyes out for. Besides Rob. Duh. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOjiIa65lI/AAAAAAAAApo/1_rU_nIIFJE/s1600/sex_and_the_city_cast_SATC_UK.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOjiIa65lI/AAAAAAAAApo/1_rU_nIIFJE/s320/sex_and_the_city_cast_SATC_UK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486408577838671442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Look at you guise! All dolled up! We'll call it Smut In the City - Eclipse Styles. </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Imma let you 4 decide who's Carrie though... (not it!)</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DON'T....copy the costumes.</span> There were quite a few tweets yesterday by Carrie & Co about What To Wear. The only thing I can safely say to you h00rs is if you're not wearing any one of these 3 frocks, you'll be fine. Esp steer clear of the red one.... ew.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOknc6TMeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/orc16AqPG-s/s1600/Bella+Swan+Twilight+New+Moon+dress.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOknc6TMeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/orc16AqPG-s/s200/Bella+Swan+Twilight+New+Moon+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409768749969890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></span></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOknGqH44I/AAAAAAAAApw/gaHWdL7jOus/s1600/bella_dr_blue1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCOknGqH44I/AAAAAAAAApw/gaHWdL7jOus/s200/bella_dr_blue1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409762776540034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCMN0c9xNrI/AAAAAAAAApY/zJ-fjwPUFLI/s1600/watermark.php.jpeg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCMN0c9xNrI/AAAAAAAAApY/zJ-fjwPUFLI/s320/watermark.php.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486243965847025330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">That would be a definitive No, No, and HELL NO!</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Ok then, let's go find a nice BCBG Max Azria number then..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DON'T... Forget to pad your bewbies.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> I happen to know that one of you may or may not be playing the role of Dairy Fairy in real life. Way to go, Mama! While that's wonderful & tender & special... leaky boobs have no place near a Red Carpet. Let alone a carpet that will be trod upon by one Robert Pattinson. So please (and you know who you are *winks, ILY!*) remember the breast pads. Maybe pack an extra pair b/c we know Rob's photos are powerful enough to render spontaneous ovulation & instant impregnation. Can you imagine what seeing him in person might do to one's "let down" reflex? NGL, I get a little achy just thinking about tit! (pun intended)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCMN_oK5z2I/AAAAAAAAApg/5vvVmM89lFI/s1600/39658_Celebutopia-Tori_Spelling_and_husband_shopping_for_sunglasses_and_baby_things_in_Beverly_Hills-04_122_777lo.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCMN_oK5z2I/AAAAAAAAApg/5vvVmM89lFI/s200/39658_Celebutopia-Tori_Spelling_and_husband_shopping_for_sunglasses_and_baby_things_in_Beverly_Hills-04_122_777lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486244157833465698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Thanks Tori! We SO appreciate you showing us what NOT to wear.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>More like what you SHOULD be wearing. Ew.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DON'T....Pull a "Ross & Rachel."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> Another one of you has let it be known that she's "broken up" with Rob at the moment. I think it has to do with some Twilight-oversaturation & extreme rabidness of the fangirls as of late. Plus, I know she's been mentally screening fresh meat for starring roles in the yet-to-be-cast Hunger Games & Shiver movies. Her eye has wandered at bit, Rob! But I've already seen her mention your fuckhawt jaw, so I'd watch it if I were you, Mr. Pattinson. She just might yell THIS when she sees you kissing Bella. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO3C6rxT8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BGWfF-LBqes/s1600/Friends-Break_l.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO3C6rxT8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BGWfF-LBqes/s320/Friends-Break_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486430031807860674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">WE. WERE. ON. A. BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DO... Keep your eyes peeled for the unexpected</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">. Charlotte *wink* I know you'll probably be wearing your Power Panties. Good girl! But keep an eye out, because there's evidence that not everyone in the Twi-cast feels the need for cheekies. Something worth looking out for, and if this problem occurs once again, you might politely steer Ms. Reaser towards </span></span></span><a href="http://kstew411.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">@KStew411's</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> </span></span></span><a href="http://snarkandsass.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">FandomGivesBack merchandise</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> which includes the "Robust Butt" undies. Coverage AND conscientious panty purchasing, as all proceeds to go Alex's Lemonade!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO4_KpUw0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tvmVhYFZwUg/s1600/celebgossipz_Elizabeth_Reaser_10823_elizabeth_reaser_upskirt.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO4_KpUw0I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tvmVhYFZwUg/s320/celebgossipz_Elizabeth_Reaser_10823_elizabeth_reaser_upskirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432166396347202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO5OzG-hYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/P2p4XCrzbMU/s1600/DSCN1566.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCO5OzG-hYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/P2p4XCrzbMU/s200/DSCN1566.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432434956174722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Oh my Esme!!! So cheeky & naughty of you! Let's get some spankies on, ok?</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DO... Bring some In N Out to entice Rob over to say hello</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">. He loves it, I know you love it, and at the very least, TayTay will come running over because we KNOW how he loves his beef patties.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWub9Fa5lyZAI-yW4k-Mw8-Yssc7MxIOOMjJ6xPDjfyIA71lHLxh3ysgxrAaOTNwn3op6UbhKti0PKtwzK2-rUM0abNq2kE_g_oboHGctBGbIYYYRpKkO7yAlCTkdFZqOsJKabOPToqRK/s1600/4x4-serious.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWub9Fa5lyZAI-yW4k-Mw8-Yssc7MxIOOMjJ6xPDjfyIA71lHLxh3ysgxrAaOTNwn3op6UbhKti0PKtwzK2-rUM0abNq2kE_g_oboHGctBGbIYYYRpKkO7yAlCTkdFZqOsJKabOPToqRK/s320/4x4-serious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486243919634298738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>And if Big Daddy gets ahold of this instead, please to be keeping all </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>hands & arms away from his mouth for your own safety!</i></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">ECLIPSE DO... Rob, duh!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> As for Rob...I don't even know what to say. Scream? Talk to him? Ask where the sexpender pants are? Tacklefuck? Yeah. I got nothing. I don't know what I'd do, esp in that setting. So good luck & I wish you a long & lustful sighting of The Pretty. I also advise you each to get some Icy Hot for your arms, because I'm sure there will be major clutching & grabbing of one another as you gasp your way through the film. I *know* how one of you was during Remember Me... :)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR2SD7T1rjl0n7HDPeSPralRjesk0UMXHpS21pD8nRUouEY5tqyPTAYCHYXFNAVzxWGaN4ytj19Qy_CdVT96xEmnbosUYWlr_aXbf3CSyvFu-m7CZv5gykB-os_GGpglb8gNrB_lM-sTz/s1600/NewMoonUSPremiere13.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR2SD7T1rjl0n7HDPeSPralRjesk0UMXHpS21pD8nRUouEY5tqyPTAYCHYXFNAVzxWGaN4ytj19Qy_CdVT96xEmnbosUYWlr_aXbf3CSyvFu-m7CZv5gykB-os_GGpglb8gNrB_lM-sTz/s320/NewMoonUSPremiere13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486515289202850178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Ladies... I hope you brought your Shamwows. Cause I plan on causing </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>panties to disintegrate ALL OVER THIS CARPET tonight.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">And finally, a quick </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Scavenger Hunt</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> I've put together to keep you busy while you wait on the stars to arrive. Here's the items I NEED for you to find. Get on it, h00rs!</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Corner Alex Meraz & after you grope him, find out which Fics his wife has read (she reads them)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Make it a point to get a photo with EACH of K & R's key entourage members: Dean, Nick, Stephanie, and of course Agent Security Guard, & Hottie Security Guard.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Four words: Billy. Burke. Mustache. Ride. Got it?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Find out what Kristen uses on her skin. To retain that gorg complexion (and keep Rob's eyes GLUED to her)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Get a hug from Big Daddy. I imagine it'd be like hugging a sweaty bear.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Assess THE chemistry. You know what I'm talking about. Love'm or hate'm (I love it!) we all wanna know.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Daniel Cudmore. Enough said, ok?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- If you see Lilo or J Love Hewitt....trip them.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- CORNER MELISSA ROSENBERG & talk some fucking sense into her. Slip her your Fics, Dairy Fairy & tell her to Take. Note. ::nods:: Get on it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">And finally ladies. Have a fucking blast. Take pics if you can, and if nothing else, we need to know about the LEGHITCH! We're dying to know. Just make sure you don't do anything that'd cause your night to end like this:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCQHh3ht_fI/AAAAAAAAAqo/90ye3oarYng/s1600/2490GoldenGirls01.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/TCQHh3ht_fI/AAAAAAAAAqo/90ye3oarYng/s320/2490GoldenGirls01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486518524466560498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>Again, I'll let you sort out who is playing who...</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>but have fun & BE SAFE!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> </span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-1555134864191975322010-06-13T23:45:00.000-05:002010-06-13T23:15:10.300-05:00The One Where Twilight Is Everywhere<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The zoo. Really? Really. Twilight is everywhere.</span></span></div><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A good friend of mine recently took her children to the zoo. Please go out on a limb here and imagine how Twilight might have crept up on her during such a visit. Yes, good luck with that. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was obviously some excitement for the Petting Zoo, right? Kids love that little germ-ridden gem of a stink-area. So I receive a call afterwards, detailing the Petting Zoo experience. If you can believe it, there were four goats there and they were named... wait for it... Edward, Bella, Jacob, and Nessie. GAH! I cannot control myself, even now, even after eyeing these photos and replaying that story to myself repeatedly. I still die every single time. Goats.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxDTwf4wTqFayO8VonE4EoVDNRcI_NFuccYy9NjGSR1HIi7aAwQUUpg_pluLpuwmf0i1lrUc1jCiMgzF5-9L8klBfU_INp2tZ93a0F9dIWFR-DpH2yfrmTRpOfQ1CrGIlDhJv7zJpLVwU/s320/AllFourBoerGoats.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482465808634761410" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Nessie, Edward, Jacob, & Bella. As Boer goats. Major WTF moment happening here.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To be honest, this little sitch has ruined a lot for me. There are so many lines in this four-book saga that I reread with a completely different mind-set. For instance, Bella says to Edward, "I'm trying to figure out what you are." Vampire? No. A fucking Boer goat? Yes. I want to meet the chick who thought that these goats should be named after Twilight characters. And you know it's a chick. There's no way a man was involved in these shenanigans.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaW21nEX74NY7EdC1crZKpo4Mv6cDKJTv6xWkch59dK6ffZbdT-ZHGwivr8SEhJ1t_qCEzmgCWrYou3UTVxdHHGRbMewwKuOAXKzslGenTt7t0yaDcQY0lzrdk2E5qm5hz8f9iWRvwU81/s320/x+and+Edward.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482465183317528786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Wait! Bella the Goat stepped aside to let Jake and Nessie</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">grab a bite. Perhaps Bella the Goat is more okay with the daughter/BFF relaysh than</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bella the Human is. Either that, or lunchtime at the Petting Zoo just got AWKWARD.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I did a little research on Boer goats. Maybe the smarty in charge of naming the goats knew what she was doing. Or was she just feeling like outing her Twi-shameface in a most ultimate way? Let's see, shall we? Allow me to enlighten you:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--Boer goats have more "rambunctious personalities" than other petting zoo goats.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--They prefer hot, dry semi-deserts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--Boer goats are herd animals.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--These goats are herbivores.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--They were "developed in South Africa in the 1900's from a cross of indigenous goats and Indian or European goats."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What ever does this mean?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--More rambunctious? This sounds more like the wolves than the vampires, eh? Perhaps she hit the nail on the head naming one of them JACOB.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--The goats prefer it hot. Nessie prefers it hot. Well, she will in 18 years. Gross.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--Hey! Herd animals! The wolves travel in packs and the Cullen's are all coven-like and shit. Hmmmmm, these names are seeming more and more appropriate.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--Now, we know that the vampires are NOT herbivores (**cough** grizzlies **cough**), but they ARE "vegetarian" vampires...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">--This is where I see that the Twi-zookeeper has done her fucking research. INDIGENOUS. Unbelievable. 'Nuff said.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XrinXOVIP1D1Z8bBcaXImdHYMbUg1DERqydEeKwgVVq-IfbA1aly1zeaoQckRmINyu5VUWE-eap59NiWU7KhSOIx1ZrL9MB3heHrIEWd7qgysu_qNk-Y-IyA45HfIoAJ9ijBLM_0nUNn/s320/BellaAndEdward.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482463981804325106" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ladies first! Always such the gentleman, that Edward.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Even Edward the Goat lets Bella hunt- er, eat- first.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In keeping with #TwilightIsEverywhere, we need to know: IS THIS NORMAL? Are there any more animals named after these characters that we need to know about? Please spill.</span></span></div></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-85251079983754150222010-06-04T12:26:00.020-05:002010-06-04T18:38:16.260-05:00The One Where Twitarded Goes to the Therapist. Yes, For Real.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Let's just get right down to business, m'kay? I recently took my son to his evaluation for speech therapy. Based on the title of this post, you might imagine how WELL the appointment went. This story is one for the record (er, baby) book and it goes a little something like this:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">After a brief talk with the therapist, she pulled out her bag of tricks and got right down to testing LittleBing. She unloaded a doll, a cup, a fire truck, a ball, and a plastic fork. Next came the questions and commands as she tried to figure out what he was capable of understanding. Shall I mention his teeny, tiny attention span before proceeding any further? He has a teeny, tiny attention span. LittleBing quickly grew bored with the toys that she had set out. And this, my friends, is where it gets good (and extremely mortifying). LittleBing marched over to my bag, took out my little bag of minis, unzipped, and emptied. He emptied them ONTO HER LAP. I felt like this was happening in sloooooow motion, and I made no attempts to stop him. I simply watched the whole disaster unfold in disbelief. The therapist picked up my most favorite mini and declared (with a deadpan expression and very unamused tone), "Look. It's a miniature Edward." She might have turned to face me next, and she might have looked at me as though I was insane. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I'm fairly certain that she judged my sanity when LittleBing brought to her attention the fact that I keep PocketBella, PocketAlice, and PocketEdward (of the Twilight variety) in mah purse.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlLz6cH-g7_k0XwXpH_p8VEmLAJhQO7tLcar1FI7wsu-dZBlECOlCUNijiTVW84SyMxnjgjrRSIU0YNqgCoO1ddQIP3IP2eX_hMMfIiJByjhD1SUDP15QBpqN9CFltLa-vmFdaTwTQdTO/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478997333627043106" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">These items, of which I am normally so proud, fell into the therapist's lap.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Not pictured here is the beloved yellow Porsche 911 Turbo. RIP, little Porsche.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">So where does Twitarded-love enter the story? Riiiiiiight here. You see, she was so fucking focused on PocketEdward that she failed to recognize the tiny Twitarded pins that I keep with my minis. Until, that is, LittleBing decided that he was not finished in his quest to mortify me. He picked up one of the buttons and placed it very nicely atop her testing folder. Face up. She glanced down, looked questioningly back at me, and then put the button back on the floor with the rest of the Saga-goods that she had removed from her lap.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fDfU1y7AyzDYeJ_DrnGADx1CYl7EYecUaWuYhyphenhyphenLMT2p4DN_NeDg-hqHCy44QRvo7ni-G0KBu4ylN67DR-wttWcUT-btunPdI2_yD0iVLpfj4P3m62YQf-qNtgdfc9A57bCtNNoSfErnW/s320/IMG_0711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478996634042224818" /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One of these things is not like the others,</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">one of these things just doesn't belong...</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldHr1v9igpzfm4KAswrrtGwRtd0hkAzuVyqaZl8qd8uf24lWbcfMSQf-ekf3bpOdd8_ad9CmrLfRcI-Wyi8iI2W6LNZPN4f_lOvs2OnZI9mvdTPaAUPPLjNNRUqI4a_IJch4ZHdrfPwjW/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478995571463764946" /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">TeamTwitarded successfully invades the therapist's personal space.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Right. My PocketFigures sat in her lap, and my TeamTwitarded pin rested on her testing papers. Oh, but I'm not finished. She took my fucking Porsche911 (yellow! Turbo! HotWheels!) that goes everywhere with PocketAlice. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">She took it!</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> When we were finishing up and she was packing her testing toys back into her bag, I took that opportunity to put all of my Saga-goods back into </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">my</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> bag. We were talking about the follow-up as we were tidying, and she picked up the Porsche and put it into her bag. I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that she didn't notice which car she was putting away. Because after the looks she gave me, I don't think she was highly amused by what I carry around in my bag. At the moment, I was a little too embarassed to ask her to give it the fuck back, but my eyes surely revealed the panic that I felt as she packed it away. What was I to do?! What is PocketAlice to do?! She needs that fucking Porsche back, she's feeling antsy without it. Imma gonna swipe it back at our next appointment, you mark my words. Stay tuned...</span></span></div></span></div>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-40169038965105412532010-05-19T00:30:00.013-05:002010-05-19T18:32:17.191-05:00The One Where You're Kidding Me, Right?<span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Right? First of all, THE HAIR. Yes, Rob cut it for his next role. Yes, there's less for tugging. But guess what? You're only tugging away (heh.) in that imagination of yours anyway, right? So close your eyes, magic that hair right back into place (if it pleases you), and let your imagination go. For those of us loving the new cut, squee away. I am lucky to have such an outstanding friend as Anntastic for many, many reasons. But I must say, it is lovely to partner up with someone who feels the same way about The Hair as I do. During BelAmi filming? </span></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bad</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. During Remember Me? </span></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dirty</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. (But good. Dirty is gooood where Rob is concerned.) During The Great Shave of Dec2008? </span></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Great</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. We are both loving his new cut and will be waiting-- like the h00rs that we are-- for daily set pics.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhiXbzRZtHp9bHXl-nRdnLPw6_SxeRrT77zEygNDbG4hbOUDYyfyoWjvB3McWfvIY5K17lTTX-gCe-c8i6tm_ahBNhjpjyLQ0Vru50WBtbrjLgoO2A4fbBBhfDl-iyX8uk3DaIV3Cttv5/s1600/untitled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850527542042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhiXbzRZtHp9bHXl-nRdnLPw6_SxeRrT77zEygNDbG4hbOUDYyfyoWjvB3McWfvIY5K17lTTX-gCe-c8i6tm_ahBNhjpjyLQ0Vru50WBtbrjLgoO2A4fbBBhfDl-iyX8uk3DaIV3Cttv5/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ah, nice and short on the sides and PLENTY up top for grabbing. Stew must be a happy gal.</span></span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNx1bYh43hY_6VzBWQi7_NWsZQyrKr58oiM3pTXuSq9309moA2QKd0zKR0H5RvfEROJA-OIVkWmORxaHM8XCt1yJ-9rre4EcrrLBeLUmHekdvMX9-Dvc1z2uKvWJnVwTZnVK0e2ARmmg5/s1600/msg-122996635715-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850445945423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNx1bYh43hY_6VzBWQi7_NWsZQyrKr58oiM3pTXuSq9309moA2QKd0zKR0H5RvfEROJA-OIVkWmORxaHM8XCt1yJ-9rre4EcrrLBeLUmHekdvMX9-Dvc1z2uKvWJnVwTZnVK0e2ARmmg5/s320/msg-122996635715-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A wise friend once said: "A shaved head against your thighs is HEAVEN."</span></span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Now will you please imagine the jaw scruff+shaved head combo on this man? That's what I thought.</span></span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0L7XGd0PnynWr-4urxAdGwPxiRjOzhMDuuL3D6d1BtW7jtJfBCqQVXC009i4ZZH1BcJXrSuDm57OjYSEfpKreq_YBN1EsaSWpPVfLCpeBJTeiWOvxteu2TaOFhKR3W3Lp-c438RKPOf_/s1600/resized_Robert_Pattinson.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850338720209298" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0L7XGd0PnynWr-4urxAdGwPxiRjOzhMDuuL3D6d1BtW7jtJfBCqQVXC009i4ZZH1BcJXrSuDm57OjYSEfpKreq_YBN1EsaSWpPVfLCpeBJTeiWOvxteu2TaOFhKR3W3Lp-c438RKPOf_/s320/resized_Robert_Pattinson.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEd2Y7_-o0FQ9XW0-FEJBxt_LEY1A1Q1nJ9yveZRroN_ASbaGIfcmtArgFEs0bB7Am3qMoD6u8uZPx4F2-DWnPMSstEODFXjvK2XXTuKTdmd6sJh2pE2Gn0QFLC1EV4yGKn1zvcUYVslM/s1600/0023ae606f170b36708730.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850250061841106" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEd2Y7_-o0FQ9XW0-FEJBxt_LEY1A1Q1nJ9yveZRroN_ASbaGIfcmtArgFEs0bB7Am3qMoD6u8uZPx4F2-DWnPMSstEODFXjvK2XXTuKTdmd6sJh2pE2Gn0QFLC1EV4yGKn1zvcUYVslM/s320/0023ae606f170b36708730.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Okay, for the haters out there: his shorter 'do is going to rock your fucking socks</span></span></span></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">as it grows and you KNOW it.</span></span></span></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Just before it gets to the long and messy stage, it will be a most</span></span></span></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">heavenly length and it's going to be beautiful...</span></span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Again, you're kidding me, right? I have finally moved all Robporn (including but not limited to jawporn, hairporn, fingerporn, open-mouth porn, and plaidporn) </span></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Rathboner material from my desktop to the photobucket account. And now this. Now I browse through and grab a brand new shitton of images while searching for just the right hairporn photos for this post. My folder is reaching maximum capacity yet again, and my computer's available memory is slowly approaching nil. Until I get these photos transferred over, I guess I will HAVE to waste my very valuable time staring at these:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IDiXaPYlYK_Su8eCiSA1AOHoXoGMyCZCExTb_Gs1jlCyrKChLFVQPYXRHIt31G-AeL0lbd1hXCuCE0WWeuS4rXaxOYpYaCwgqRtTePsnoqclC0K36-MvHTiTbuJjgx947o3WZbb4kLXr/s1600/hair.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850133624910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IDiXaPYlYK_Su8eCiSA1AOHoXoGMyCZCExTb_Gs1jlCyrKChLFVQPYXRHIt31G-AeL0lbd1hXCuCE0WWeuS4rXaxOYpYaCwgqRtTePsnoqclC0K36-MvHTiTbuJjgx947o3WZbb4kLXr/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Hairporn at its finest. My hands are all twitchy just looking at it.</span></span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472850027715871874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVCTp9hxA-6VKlSugcqLPnImokoB4kMhMity6NBe1MExXyvOXctDCshH8rr4hFAC4TCYavUVJ29hScDYQP0F-wwVSLX801GuZ_NYtjcjgd5v5HM-bCkocydt8F1ZpDvF5Xrz2WzTCwAUH/s320/robert-pattinson-vman-4.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I loooove his new cut but have ants in my pants for the day it hits this length again.</span></span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUvOhLCKS_KCxPpOQnDz4Aky9-Bl5wfzEXEdwPjOilQ2quO4henwkhBAxVI1qDUYrZYlLDyemhDwWJTdfF_cTTszzf04Vo-F0FZmemRypudE1gw0v9STR5jXkJcbFcOg_KqDX_z7cidiH/s1600/Shoot_16_049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472849913574792850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUvOhLCKS_KCxPpOQnDz4Aky9-Bl5wfzEXEdwPjOilQ2quO4henwkhBAxVI1qDUYrZYlLDyemhDwWJTdfF_cTTszzf04Vo-F0FZmemRypudE1gw0v9STR5jXkJcbFcOg_KqDX_z7cidiH/s320/Shoot_16_049.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">And just because I can't talk hairporn without posting this... </span></span></span></em></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This, my friends, is the most </span></span></span></em></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">delicious fucking photo I have seen in a very long time. It will not escape the porn/hair folder, oh no.</span></span></span></em></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-67967816171772934492010-05-13T03:00:00.008-05:002010-05-13T22:45:21.696-05:00The One Where We Blow.... Out His Candles<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Twenty-four years and nine months ago, two very special people decided to shag. Twenty-four years ago Robert Thomas Pattinson thought it might be a good idea to make an arrival. And today we think it might be a good idea to wish this sexy piece of man a Happyfuckingbirthday.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Assuming you'd remove your hands from Rob's hair long enough to gift him something for his big day, what would it be? And while the entire continent is counting down (and then glued to) Oprah, what do you think he'll be up to? We have a few guesses...<br /><br /></span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Some Gifts We HOPE Rob Receives For His Birthday:</span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br />10. A silver sedan from the nice folks at Volvo. Now that he's back in LA for a while (we think), they know their favorite Stupid Shiny Volvo Owner needs some new fucking wheels.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uJmMZgAjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fh0IHLkGuqQ/s1600/Volvo.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uJmMZgAjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fh0IHLkGuqQ/s320/Volvo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470617461627814450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Sure Rob, but only if it's a stick. Because I like to do it manually.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">9. Two Dozen (get it? 24?) Kobe Meatballs shipped in compliments of Glowbal Grill & Satay Bar in Vancouver.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-ugJ68pPxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nz8fEl3cVrI/s1600/Mr+Jones+-+Kobe+meatballs.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-ugJ68pPxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nz8fEl3cVrI/s200/Mr+Jones+-+Kobe+meatballs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470642264674483986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">True fans know it, The Pattz likes these balls. A lot.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">8. A large bag of oregano from the Stew. <i>::snicker::</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">7. A roll of quarters for the laundromat, courtesy of The Ellen Show. Plus an invitation to tape a special segment featuring Rob LEARNING TO DO LAUNDRY.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-unFIoPAZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/dBK3jH0ITYc/s1600/LaundryRob.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-unFIoPAZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/dBK3jH0ITYc/s320/LaundryRob.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470649879029023122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">You want me to SEPARATE the BOXERS from the BEANIES?</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(this manip from the hilarious ladies at </span></i></span></span><a href="http://robnipulations.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Robnipulations</span></span></i></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">)</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">6. A heartfelt letter from Dean, expressing thanks and gratitude for making him more recognizable than half the other cast members. The letter is accompanied by a small blue box containing matching Gold Shark Tooth mewelry pieces. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">#GuyLoveCannesStyle</span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">5. Custom Birthday Cake from the Twilight Cougar Club (but really he knows it's from those freaky TwiMoms on Oprah).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-t0CQ8oCyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/T3JeG2Kh5hg/s1600/RobWardCake.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-t0CQ8oCyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/T3JeG2Kh5hg/s320/RobWardCake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470593754629409570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I'd like a slice that sparkles, please.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">4. Wolf-Pack Gift Basket from the entire Pack. Includes temporary Wolf Pack tattoos, Twilight air-freshener for the Volvo, "La Push, Baby!" bumper sticker, 1 dozen cupcakes from Emily's Wolfgirl Bakeshop, and a 1 Month Membership to Crunch in LA (hint, hint ItalyRob).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/GIFS/RobDayGif.gif"><img src="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/GIFS/RobDayGif.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px; " /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Pack wants to PIMP. YOU. OUT.</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">3. A break from the media scrutiny. Inadvertently provided by Taylor, when he jumps on Oprah's couch while shouting "I LIKE BOYZZZZZ! THEY'RE AMAAAAAZING!" Rob & Kristen are subsequently able to roam LA for the rest of the weekend while the pappz are busy stalking Taylor & his supposed love interest, Justin Bieber. And Zac Efron.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEtaYceILVZpJAXnbGOhCFiIbVGzYrbtpDK0MhJJ_AqCJNpnF21Pte3aXlNHLsdwEkgy8l1HbHd5rKInrfDjZjjOBgRAgtjnquAKhRUSOi82jYyt5rtc9KdkpyUkfmH56VGpNRNlIRA8G/s1600/TayOnSofa2.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEtaYceILVZpJAXnbGOhCFiIbVGzYrbtpDK0MhJJ_AqCJNpnF21Pte3aXlNHLsdwEkgy8l1HbHd5rKInrfDjZjjOBgRAgtjnquAKhRUSOi82jYyt5rtc9KdkpyUkfmH56VGpNRNlIRA8G/s400/TayOnSofa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470279424816143730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>O: (to the camera people) You're getting this, right? From all 3 angles?</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Just keep rolling, keep rolling...</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">2. Membership to the Flannel of the Month Club from TomStu & the BritPack. But really it's just a duffle full of Rob's clothes they'd previously borrowed.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"> #MoreGuyLove</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">1. THE Red Leather Jumpsuit & instructions to be home alone the following afternoon.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IaB47_a6ScXH9hmLlPNIaLdcnh52Wy5cQRTXtIQvaJp8oHHx5uhjiqGzv0TiFARuFhWaECR73haTSh8lLtSwpSy-2HFk1V7FpK6X6jjZFwiL_GMZziPJ6IOXu_vnl-gK8SGy9UbrIP2v/s1600/post_image-kristen-stewart-yellow-hankercheif-premiere-photos-02192010-01.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IaB47_a6ScXH9hmLlPNIaLdcnh52Wy5cQRTXtIQvaJp8oHHx5uhjiqGzv0TiFARuFhWaECR73haTSh8lLtSwpSy-2HFk1V7FpK6X6jjZFwiL_GMZziPJ6IOXu_vnl-gK8SGy9UbrIP2v/s320/post_image-kristen-stewart-yellow-hankercheif-premiere-photos-02192010-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470288855289049586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dude, if you don't know what this jumpsuit means,</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">then all you'll be getting is the BitchBrow.</span></i></span></span></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">*********** ************** ***********</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Things Rob MIGHT Do On His 24th Birthday</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">(w/ or w/o some of the prezzies from above)</span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br />10. Go Sparkling in the new wheels, natch.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uKRiQziEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VH2nuEQJa0U/s1600/VolvoSparle.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uKRiQziEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VH2nuEQJa0U/s400/VolvoSparle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470618206231300162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 269px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>*desperately longs for the old days with the crunked out BMW*</i></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uKRiQziEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VH2nuEQJa0U/s1600/VolvoSparle.jpg"></a></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">9. Shares his meatballs with Kristen... followed by a quiet dinner for two. Says Kristen, "Mmmm...they're savory."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">8. Picks a fight with Stewy after she offers him "some of her oregano." Once he sorts out which "Oregano" she actually means, all is well. They wrap up the evening karoaking 80's rap & binge-eating Hot Pockets.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">7. Folds his clean laundry with Ellen after taping the segment where he LEARNS TO WASH HIS CLOTHES. Clare & NanaPattz promptly phone the Queen to see if she'll grant Ellen an Honorary Dame-ship.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-pY6B57x7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/jwZdQ1AMSHk/s1600/420984174_wte9k-m-0-0-0x0-320x240.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-pY6B57x7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/jwZdQ1AMSHk/s400/420984174_wte9k-m-0-0-0x0-320x240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470282451361974194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Blimey, Ellen! I must've gotten some fangirl's knickers mixed up with my wash!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Uh, no Rob, these are Kellan's....</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">6. Meets up with Russell Simons to work on that spectacular Brit-rap album he's been dreaming of for the last decade. Orchestrated by Oprah, of course.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizg5H_GCGxlUgul_WU_-4E8Lk5w0gR1E6cW-yfCoP2I9ykLGEBZOazwLA1C3u9cwjdsfof25FsXxkn_0fNaLo7uP0pcWhdVu8VR9DAfDlCrnr87-Ia4iMsnqiMpTIUUT-qzaDxOmmrwgmx/s1600/RobnillaIce.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizg5H_GCGxlUgul_WU_-4E8Lk5w0gR1E6cW-yfCoP2I9ykLGEBZOazwLA1C3u9cwjdsfof25FsXxkn_0fNaLo7uP0pcWhdVu8VR9DAfDlCrnr87-Ia4iMsnqiMpTIUUT-qzaDxOmmrwgmx/s320/RobnillaIce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470631694201108274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px; " /></span></i></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I.... I have no words here.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">5. Curls up with Kristen to watch the "behind the scenes footage" they shot in Oprah's Green Room when no one was looking. K: They said JUMP the couch, not HUMP!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">4. Ring Mr. Daniel Radcliffe and demand that he hand over the fucking Goblet of Fire already. Birthday Boy's orders!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-utApwJlaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OXpoQ164-k8/s1600/00932608.detail.a.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-utApwJlaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OXpoQ164-k8/s200/00932608.detail.a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470656399091013026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Potter Boys really, really are...</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">3. Write effusive thank you notes to Tom Cruise Jr. for diverting all unwanted attention for a few days. Really, it's about time TayTay took some heat, right?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uP-Y3m4QI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CbFPrf1o7DQ/s1600/TayCouch.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uP-Y3m4QI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CbFPrf1o7DQ/s320/TayCouch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470624474361946370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Show me the booo-tay!</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">2. Wastes his morning catching up on FB/Twitter/blogs, and last week's LOST.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">1. Has a "jam" session with Kristen & the aforementioned jumpsuit.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"> </span></span></span><a href="http://twaud.io/115"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Pussy to the wood</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">, baby.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">In all seriousness, we hope it's a very happy 24th birthday for this very beautiful piece of man. We hope it's spent with friends and loved ones, doing the things he enjoys, with the privacy that he deserves. Happy Birthday Robert Thomas, & many many more!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uv8rGrtJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PTwq0NbzMG0/s1600/MiscCloseup3.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S-uv8rGrtJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PTwq0NbzMG0/s400/MiscCloseup3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470659629269365906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-2435390284594737942010-05-07T11:12:00.007-05:002010-05-07T18:33:19.889-05:00The One With The Fuckhawt Friday<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IT's FRIIIII-DAY! (I'm still on an Oprah high. Can't stop sing-songing my words all Oprah-style.) There's been a fuckton of Twi-news & excitement this week: the Breaking Dawn release date. The Twi-fecta <i>(not us, boo!)</i> + Dakota taping Oprah, more delicious Eclipse stills, The Met Gala, and oh yeah, drama/excitement over Kristen & Rob & the sort-of-official-but-not-really news via Ted/Oprah. Personally, I'm just looking forward to the Oprah-centric manips I'm working on for Rob's birthday post. Oh yes, there WILL be couch.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So yeah, it's FRIIIII-DAY! Let's look at some lovely-delish Twi-things from around the interwebs. But first, here's a special Mother's Day message for all the lovely h00rs that read Twi-fecta. MrsBing and I fully expect to be spoiled & coddled within an inch of our lives by our hubs & bebes. Yeah right! I'm just hoping for a day off from emptying the dishwasher (damn those plastic sippy cups that never dry.) Somewhere on Twitter I read the BEST statement: <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;">For Mother's Day, all I really want is a killer orgasm and to spend the rest of the day alone</span></i>. That pretty much sums it up for me!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad191/Anntastic23/GIFS/MdayGif-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A Better Trailer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPhEoQ90p60&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPhEoQ90p60&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Twilight Eclipse LIT' RAL Trailer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">(really, seriously...take the time to watch this. It's fah-reaking hysterical.)</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><i><br /></i></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJK7n_wcSsM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJK7n_wcSsM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Edward From Twilight To New Moon</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">(really, this one will dazzle the panties off you!)</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tClFqwJoy1M&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tClFqwJoy1M&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); white-space: pre; font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ah yes, Edward Cullen Dream Boss</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">(good thing the panties are already wrecked...)</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/alkbIpOUI8U&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/alkbIpOUI8U&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend, ladies. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Be sure to let us know if you receive anything unusual. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like a unicorn, or laundry that you didn't have to fold!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">xoxo</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-24800013772321947852010-05-05T12:17:00.041-05:002010-05-06T08:17:51.742-05:00The One Where It's Been Too Long, So Let's Go All In<div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*cracks knuckles and flexes fingers*</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*exhales loudly*</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*plants it on the couch and readies the laptop*</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">LET'S DO THIS.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is shame written all over this face. Our last fashion post was so long ago, it is horrifying. I want to promise that this will not happen again, but if Anntastic continues with the fic recs, I will certainly go another embarassingly long amount of time between fashion posts. Now that I am between fics, let me get down to business.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Imma gonna break down The Mr. first because he gave both loves and shits at the Tribeca Film Festival (in my lowly opinion). Thank you, thank you to this grown man for leaving lady-scarves AT HOME. They have no place on a man making his own fashion choices to begin with, but were he to break one out in April (smack! in the middle of Spring), I swear that I would leave no nice words for him in this here post. Since he steered clear, I will only shit on the sheen that killed his Awards Night suit. Why the sheen? Stop it with the fucking sheen already. Lucky for The Mr., he pulls it off much more nicely than Taylor. Maybe it's because he has a solid style and didn't pair the sheen with a fucking tux+bowtie. Just sayin'. The blue collared shirt that he chose matches his eyes perfectly, and he left it slightly unbuttoned. Adds a little sexy to the sheen, right? Even if it looks nicey-nice on Facinelli, THE SHEEN NEEDS TO STOP APPEARING. (*</span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">whispers</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">* Unless it's in his jacket worn to the Chanel dinner. Nicefuckingchoice, for real. *</span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">wipes</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">brow</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlOcpHwt5Tdk3I5RFKukWuxGf3OAkWKm4ovDR6rgYmzIdwbmCB7UExw7UpXTXDKeGsqmiIYljRCoRDSlijasc6hMBwHy0MVqc2qPdzfEi6BvomVlbFQm9oKeD_hKyWQ828BkGRxS9pt4G/s1600/Awards_Night_Show_0ac1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467859189162775714" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlOcpHwt5Tdk3I5RFKukWuxGf3OAkWKm4ovDR6rgYmzIdwbmCB7UExw7UpXTXDKeGsqmiIYljRCoRDSlijasc6hMBwHy0MVqc2qPdzfEi6BvomVlbFQm9oKeD_hKyWQ828BkGRxS9pt4G/s320/Awards_Night_Show_0ac1.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BVa8hWkvyjRMAu5VxkR1QP5QVhM1kWcBYf5RajPpsX0kbWcnS8JnuoZmQGjJP1jolZUY4lh62f1Ip63tp8v2Ndpx8PbqHdyXtxhknR4hqdkiNfCMBjSn6Yj6_8bzQQX15G2k2Kpg-ycQ/s1600/ChanelDinner.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467859292869633714" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BVa8hWkvyjRMAu5VxkR1QP5QVhM1kWcBYf5RajPpsX0kbWcnS8JnuoZmQGjJP1jolZUY4lh62f1Ip63tp8v2Ndpx8PbqHdyXtxhknR4hqdkiNfCMBjSn6Yj6_8bzQQX15G2k2Kpg-ycQ/s320/ChanelDinner.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">There's a lot of sheen happening here. Can you see the difference in the bad sheen and the work-it sheen? There IS a difference.</span><br /></span></span></span></em></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><em></em></span></span><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Also in attendance at the Tribeca Film Festival was Nikki Reed. She showed at the premiere of Ondine and looked mighty uncomfortable in her Alice+Olivia ensemble. Why, Nikki? I found </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">one</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> photo of her without constipation-face. The problem was NOT her outfit, let's be clear on that. It's practically a given that Alice+Olivia delivers zero disappointment, and her choice for the evening was no exception. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. The blouson dress had a nice leather panel skirt (yumm-o) and that cropped jacket is trimmed with leather in exactly the right places. The best part? The jacket is named "Alice" and the dress is named "Nicky." I'll quote Anntastic here: #TwilightIsEverywhere.</span></span></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467859580629696178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwjVdEj4R014_s364FrUXUEsuaO0AdMYR6VrKQ7A28387AHXPby2twuQEG0wKWMgHIQfACUYjY1t-WsatiD82oLcF87TpoC7LGbtk8XqnB5t8rdgTnoW_WiWXfwukXTJSAGNyMAK4qNDx/s320/nikki2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">If I were Nikki, I would have walked the carpet backwards, showing that little leather-clad backside </span></span></span></em><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">to every photographer. If you can, you should. She should. Also, I'm thinking Rosalie would totes wear these pieces. What do you think?</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Next up to bat is Anna Kendrick, and that's only because I'm saving the very best for last (but you already knew that). I've got two Kendrick goodies to share this time because I absolutely lovefuckinglove her style. A couple of weeks ago, she attended a party for the USWeekly Hot Hollywood Style Issue. Amen, sister friend! she showed up in one of my favorite dresses that she has ever worn. And while I am bummed to know that she's stashing her delicious collection of CoatPorn (thanks to this amazing weather), I am ecstatic to know that she's gonna bring out these little dresses again. EMILIO PUCCI, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. She is sofuckingtiny that I really feel the shorter, more petite dresses provide more flatter for her figure than the long and formal gowns do. Having said that, she did make a fab choice for the White House Correspondent's Dinner. Elie Saab haute couture for. the. win. I love when she chooses light colors, sheer make-up, and an up-do. She wore this entire look the right way, it was pure gorgessity (I'm borrowing that word, I know, but there's really no other description for her that night). She truly has a wonderful style, so classic and beautiful, so tasteful and age-appropriate, so complimentary to her body and skin tone. Kendrick knows.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs3E56gWiC9-TA7tnfJldOyBAejLYDkaBKBRMY0NjRPAxP6tnlMobQ830tWMOLICwtUR3ZIvcAtOERRFZhyphenhyphenKWtcwWZcs0fOk3s65fkwsit-ticAgpMDfapgO-wB-O4yTDkWvmnjgJnToB/s1600/anna-kendrick-and-sergio-rossi-crystal-studded-platform-sandal-gallery.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467859812765540610" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs3E56gWiC9-TA7tnfJldOyBAejLYDkaBKBRMY0NjRPAxP6tnlMobQ830tWMOLICwtUR3ZIvcAtOERRFZhyphenhyphenKWtcwWZcs0fOk3s65fkwsit-ticAgpMDfapgO-wB-O4yTDkWvmnjgJnToB/s320/anna-kendrick-and-sergio-rossi-crystal-studded-platform-sandal-gallery.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CzTkBtb-W6UjD6rXEkauFMPQhSaoYFTHiFjUjRc8vk_BE-zq2wC54ddPHZq8pLSd0joLxhIO6M48JMOXwdXPz4uE6trXpL_wLln7Suhby-T6A-UKZ9NN16a3TkhfZ6DkuqfJWbWxjNrA/s1600/sergio-rossi-crystal-studded-platform-sandal-profile.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467859933598987090" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CzTkBtb-W6UjD6rXEkauFMPQhSaoYFTHiFjUjRc8vk_BE-zq2wC54ddPHZq8pLSd0joLxhIO6M48JMOXwdXPz4uE6trXpL_wLln7Suhby-T6A-UKZ9NN16a3TkhfZ6DkuqfJWbWxjNrA/s320/sergio-rossi-crystal-studded-platform-sandal-profile.png" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">So it'll never happen, but I am hoping with all of my little might that Anna will wear this dress again someday. And with a 5.5inch heel and a 1.5inch platform, all full of Sergio Rossi amazingness? YES.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></em></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467876249103282882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjq3atrz4A7BXuG3F2eMk1mGgUNsOd16P8XatBxtNXdNFHSrSfXrA8oxGX6qRiI6Za_YNw-n_zBOCkyEd7iIkHF_QW72eX59jt2Vreffi2SvCArkXCyIfkiC89Mgg52ZD75xMhKzOXU1G/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ooooh la. You know, I used to link Debra Messing with Elie Saab (word association). After a few more smart choices a la Anna Kendrick, I think that may change</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The best for last? It is obviously Kristen, obviously nailing it, obviously leaving us wanting more. She wore all Chanel to the MET Costume Institute Gala this year, and we should all be so thankful. This dress moved so nicely with her and was stunning. For her shape, for the event, for her style. It received mixed reviews, of course, but there were no complaints here. I love her so and for many reasons. Did you notice that she wore only ONE ring, where jewelry was concerned? No necklace, no bracelet, no earrings. A ring. And it wasn't a giant, look-over-here bauble. I maintain that those eyes are the only accessory she needs. The smirk doesn't hurt, either.</span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467868042994706578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6R0jvw4bi8PQK9JxiRRgmHvcyRV7c_8_5x_QgsRHc9UPtZKiZFDaaNDRG8Vyx6daCZm3yXSitL4H06mECXsYEvvpKov8sSki1FMKmYqeRFZocw_94mpqcYjktYDT1bOhHLh3v19QXGsr/s320/kristen-stewart-gallery.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Smirk away, K. What with the eyes, hair, LEGS, and man... she's allowed the smirk. She's entitled to smirk. Smirky McLeggy? Also, Stewie may be thin, but SnapFace Zellweger is wasting away back there.</span></span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiefu5FuDnuR1D5gAO2BncAEMa6MSWqMiJ8v9_jFTGs20tZcGaHcgyupLDh27OHx_xHvJgyQAaxWMs7PjSomzu5gF19lbXeo79dOkCwkc_4Mb1kbBeFlmnVwxzHpfGB9DTc45R6lTZC29W/s1600/kristen-stewart-gallery2.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467868131595164514" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiefu5FuDnuR1D5gAO2BncAEMa6MSWqMiJ8v9_jFTGs20tZcGaHcgyupLDh27OHx_xHvJgyQAaxWMs7PjSomzu5gF19lbXeo79dOkCwkc_4Mb1kbBeFlmnVwxzHpfGB9DTc45R6lTZC29W/s320/kristen-stewart-gallery2.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItMp3gTvXc_XVimRchn_qkPEMNrUhd6ekNwZfuU9tRoFQ_DhGzLD9Hm9U06VW5gTLW-X7nWup20Gkz3wVi81h0J5ChNAd-u1dIe5Fn4px149b_dz6vDFEqRy2kmww1hqo0xXWbWOAG5DM/s1600/10030213_126276_800.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467883654531259762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItMp3gTvXc_XVimRchn_qkPEMNrUhd6ekNwZfuU9tRoFQ_DhGzLD9Hm9U06VW5gTLW-X7nWup20Gkz3wVi81h0J5ChNAd-u1dIe5Fn4px149b_dz6vDFEqRy2kmww1hqo0xXWbWOAG5DM/s320/10030213_126276_800.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItIp1fc8uff9H3aMCX4TdspRxTGH0Zfe_OjjtW3lkd93ievti6LMYRFsrtXx249JnmztZbpbfOszDdXl3SMaSWkuyzv5YjA2JLsoXxQ3YhmgscUPD_yblaGnOCfXT7RLs3VA7k3Qx2M_f/s1600/sergio-rossi-cachet-leather-peep-toe-pump-profile.png"></a></span></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">She will always bring the shoeporn, c'mon, it's a given. Funny thing: these exact same shoes have been worn by Kendrick on more than one occasion (in nude). Five and a half inches of loooooove.</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_sV9hC5d2_H62XhO8TtDr2kggrfynM95gUMmprNSZLiwXe5Z9gLTgDenZLG2iK8FHsWYq_aR93LNuvaGVm96B_iSwp3RUlpafocI6j8Ta-MZIAEqX8XF63K-5gcajSPiRh4IZKUMO8D5/s1600/kristen-stewart-gallery3.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467868386023799778" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_sV9hC5d2_H62XhO8TtDr2kggrfynM95gUMmprNSZLiwXe5Z9gLTgDenZLG2iK8FHsWYq_aR93LNuvaGVm96B_iSwp3RUlpafocI6j8Ta-MZIAEqX8XF63K-5gcajSPiRh4IZKUMO8D5/s320/kristen-stewart-gallery3.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrEAIcUE4SiAcIT7eNDUFBQ8M_q09mPt54l-owQ2YwnS5KrwdvYmSMDbUGsWMX9jy0HyFzyjRTyq8Oorxq_esxHLMbo39EwqBEAAMv-vo2w7z4h1h1E-rPD5fXL8oY-udH04nJZ_pkz6R/s1600/chanel-vintage-white-gold-diamond-ring-profile.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467868309032201378" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrEAIcUE4SiAcIT7eNDUFBQ8M_q09mPt54l-owQ2YwnS5KrwdvYmSMDbUGsWMX9jy0HyFzyjRTyq8Oorxq_esxHLMbo39EwqBEAAMv-vo2w7z4h1h1E-rPD5fXL8oY-udH04nJZ_pkz6R/s320/chanel-vintage-white-gold-diamond-ring-profile.png" border="0" /></span></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Chanel accessories to seal the fucking deal. Her box clutch was of the onyx, stone-embellished variety (lucky bitch), and the ring was vintage (goes nicely with her hair, non?) and made of white gold and diamonds. Please to be LOVING the black polish as the perfect finishing touch.</span></span></em></span></p>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-76560629210328385272010-04-29T10:40:00.001-05:002010-04-29T12:30:13.768-05:00The One Where We're Mobile...With Jazz Hands and other stuff.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">First of all, can I just say how damn excited I am that I can use THIS craptastically fugly manip I made back for KStew's Birthday Post again? When I heard that Bill Condon was confirmed to direct Breaking Dawn yesterday, my first thought was "Sweet! The Breaking Dawn VonCullen Jazz Hands Manip!" Yeah, it was closely followed by a ton of other thoughts ("give it a chance, it will be good... it could be good... please don't mess up her wedding dress, please let Rob bite some pillows, please DEAR LORD surprise us all & make Renesmee tolerable, and for the love of all that's Hobo, PLEASE don't wait til 2013!") Mostly though? We're just excited. Come on, Bill...do your best, we'll be here regardless (unless it's 2013 and I'm in the nursing home already...)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kN2qC38HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f7vHcyXamZI/s1600/VonCullens.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kN2qC38HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f7vHcyXamZI/s400/VonCullens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465414855441248370" /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kN2qC38HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f7vHcyXamZI/s1600/VonCullens.jpg"></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I cannot WAIT to see if they do a BPA-free sippy cup for Renesmee!</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So now it's time for a little Twi-fecta house-keeping. We're now mobile (and yes, I like to say it all British-like in my head) thanks to Twicupcake and her FANTASTIC instructions over on her site - </span></span></span><a href="http://twi-mobile.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Twi-mobile</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Now you can enjoy us anytime you'd like (come on, I KNOW yall bring your phones with you to the loo!) Check out the linky, right over there in the sidebar -------->>></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kN2qC38HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f7vHcyXamZI/s1600/VonCullens.jpg"></a></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl39dm0iFhFvOnU27KvP_F1JChIYQkuMuSh2c7Z8qrxybB1hiLiaQcmiEo2leZCc94QXzRYh6Dz-9hTjP3ueapDRe2W8v5K_uDCgBA6EuC2C3mllFUSVwLsLtE3jxuTzVllpDZH_t5Hhcc/s1600/badgetanborder.JPG.jpeg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl39dm0iFhFvOnU27KvP_F1JChIYQkuMuSh2c7Z8qrxybB1hiLiaQcmiEo2leZCc94QXzRYh6Dz-9hTjP3ueapDRe2W8v5K_uDCgBA6EuC2C3mllFUSVwLsLtE3jxuTzVllpDZH_t5Hhcc/s400/badgetanborder.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604313024878674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 153px; " /></span></i></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">::waves HI to Twicupcake!:: THANK YOU for your fab instructions!</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you have an iPhone, we have a little "app"-like button for you to save to your "home page" and it'll link you to our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><a href="http://twi-fecta.mofuse.mobi/">mobile site</a></span> anytime you'd like. It works for Blackberries too. It's a LOT faster & less complicated than trying to view us through your mobile web. Even if you don't have an iPhone, the mobile site is still the very best way to view Twifecta and not have to deal with all the sidebar action or wait on the loading process. It gives you our posts in a neat little list & you can click to read whichever one you'd like!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And for anyone interested in going mobile, PLEASE pop over & visit Twicupcake on her </span></span></span><a href="http://twi-mobile.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">blog</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">.</span> She has fantastic information on making your site mobile, finding other Twi-blogs that are mobile, and DETAILED instructions on how to do both (it's easy. Trust.) Plus, she's got a ton of Rob/Kristen wallpapers for your phone (for tons of models, no less!) as well as instructions on how to (wait for it) get & read fanfiction on your phone. Go over & say hi...she's a wealth of knowledge!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now that's out of the way, let's get down to business because you know we all just want to see The Pretties. We all know they're back in Vancity, shooting more of THIS:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl39dm0iFhFvOnU27KvP_F1JChIYQkuMuSh2c7Z8qrxybB1hiLiaQcmiEo2leZCc94QXzRYh6Dz-9hTjP3ueapDRe2W8v5K_uDCgBA6EuC2C3mllFUSVwLsLtE3jxuTzVllpDZH_t5Hhcc/s1600/badgetanborder.JPG.jpeg"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kNsaVKqWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/93wXTY4mJtc/s1600/EclipseMeadowWideShot.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kNsaVKqWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/93wXTY4mJtc/s400/EclipseMeadowWideShot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465414679424313698" /></span></span></span></a></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Didn't you drop Jake off at Doggy Daycare this morning?</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was thrilled to see a happy happy Kristen in her ride from the VC airport the other day. I think Lainey nailed it - the girl knows the game, she just likes her version played with a long lens and no glare. Don't blame her. And then there's the Sparkly One who brought along the Old Standbyes: The BBJ, The Guitar, The Adidas, The LB hat, The Hoodie, and of course, Dean :) We're big fans of Dean & ASB over here :) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kAH1ME_iI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OJvs60u6OE4/s1600/kstewartfans-042710-2.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kAH1ME_iI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OJvs60u6OE4/s320/kstewartfans-042710-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465399757327629858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kCHsRWtHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SZH5UHmtfKY/s1600/heath427a-1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kCHsRWtHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SZH5UHmtfKY/s400/heath427a-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465401953957098610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Oh Rob, we could write STORIES about that jacket! Where it's been, why we've </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">not seen it for a year, why you brought it out now. On second thought, </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I think the BBJ should write the story. </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And finally, Kellan joined Twitter. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me because I KNOW this will provide the blogosphere with endless fodder. Kellan, you're cute, you're fun, but dude... I am waiting with bated breath to find out what "indiginous charities" are.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kB8YwsuyI/AAAAAAAAAlE/W7Ue-nAQZzk/s1600/92523434.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9kB8YwsuyI/AAAAAAAAAlE/W7Ue-nAQZzk/s320/92523434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465401759741295394" /></i></span></span></span></a></span></div></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>I sincerely hope you can knock those Bieber & Cyrus twats off the the Trending Topic list. </i></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Another go in the Calvins would almost guarantee that.</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anntastic23http://www.blogger.com/profile/08005843499133337396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046988655108311390.post-53516468162827364972010-04-27T11:43:00.029-05:002010-04-27T16:49:15.525-05:00The One Where We Say It. Out Loud.<p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cwXi0USTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/VPv47GvaneM/s1600/AviDrama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889853878749490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cwXi0USTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/VPv47GvaneM/s200/AviDrama.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since I have become more involved with this fandom (and all of its awesomeness), I have noticed a shitton of drama woven around and throughout us all. And I wonder why we do this to each other. Aren't we all </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fucking</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tired</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. from our daily routines, kids, jobs, houses, yards, etc? Do we need to add to our own exhaustion and annoyances by creating drama? I have been naive enough to believe that the drama would thin out as we become older and wiser. Pish. Could I </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">be</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> more wrong?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This fandom is filled with genuine, bright, and giving women. Think about how much time and effort is put into </span></span></span><a href="http://www.thefandomgivesback.com/"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Fandom Gives Back</span></span></span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, into each fic and each review, into organizing auctions and complilations, and into giving, giving, giving. How many of you have made real (and sincere and wonderful and non-judgy) friends just by joining fansites, Twitter, or Facebook? The Twilight books and movies get ragged on for many reasons: from the ridiculousness of vampire- and werewolf-highschoolers to the sub-par writing. From the fact that it is so mainstream (going mainstream makes things uncool, didn't you know?) to the mass hysteria that the whole series conjures up each time the cast appears on a talk show or a red carpet. And don't even get us started on the drama surrounding Kristen, Rob, Robsten, Nonsten...whatever.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cxP9KPA1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/7Kh8_GutZgo/s1600/RobertPattinsonDoesNotApprove.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890823022674770" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cxP9KPA1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/7Kh8_GutZgo/s320/RobertPattinsonDoesNotApprove.png" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But listen up, because this is me stepping up onto my high and mighty horse: American Idol squees are no more acceptable than Twilight squees, Harry Potter squees are no cooler than Twilight squees, and raising money for charities through other groups is NO more worthwhile and meangingful than raising money for charities through a Twilight-based group. Fucking factual. If you enjoy something and regain a tiny smidge of sanity each day thanks to it, then it doesn't matter what it is. Oh, and donating is donating. Period.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLbB0Ua9an5-yhy_6uieC0VXe_p1E-rux0jH_dhMBob96O913gWjpGiyH4pEiBra1O-QP88GsbdXpQiR2ZhKaW15QYrBaGDO0KIokIxpW41ImVTpkoIY7-n7knPzHpFUBy-F2nFlSojJl/s1600/humanfund-731387.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889392069328370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLbB0Ua9an5-yhy_6uieC0VXe_p1E-rux0jH_dhMBob96O913gWjpGiyH4pEiBra1O-QP88GsbdXpQiR2ZhKaW15QYrBaGDO0KIokIxpW41ImVTpkoIY7-n7knPzHpFUBy-F2nFlSojJl/s320/humanfund-731387.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Donating is donating... unless of course, you're donating to this.</span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shame on the drama-mongers who are seemingly unable to remove themselves from </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">their</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> high and mighty horses long enough to chill the fuck out. Not one of us is any better than another. And that is a true fucking statement. It does not matter what your degree is in, how many years you attended school, who your friends are, what your job is, nor how many years of life experience you have. It truly doesn't. We, as women, should be supportive of one another, regardless of our differences. Stop ragging on one another and show some support. Be friendly and genuine. I'm tired and I don't see the tired letting up. Drama worsens the tired, so PLEASE let's be done with it.<br /><br />When I was in the fifth grade, my very best friend in the world was named Allison. We each had halves of the token "Best Friends Forever" necklace, of course. One day, I brought a blue raspberry BlowPop to another girl on the bus (because it was her favorite flavor and I wasn't a fan), and out came the drama. Over a BlowPop. You see, Allison came to my house that afternoon to let me know that we weren't best friends anymore because I gave it to Jane instead of her. I said "okay" and closed the door. We removed our BFF charms. Over a BlowPop. In a nutshell, if you bring drama into my life, please to be removing yourself from it. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z468B8vV6XU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z468B8vV6XU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This. Only we don't reserve this for just the men in our lives, we do this to each other, as well.</span></span></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></em></span><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Does this make anyone else tired? I'm le tired.</span></span></em></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cv-FwRQuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZTV9GyxBmqQ/s1600/AviPeaceLoveTwi.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889416580416226" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKzZ3LuqnPY/S9cv-FwRQuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZTV9GyxBmqQ/s320/AviPeaceLoveTwi.png" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></i></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Because this is what it's really about, right?</span></i></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"> </p>MrsBing03http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855282169355176274noreply@blogger.com4