<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:07.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a crazy woman.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-1147028796232022269</id><published>2007-11-19T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:54:20.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why men make you want to pop their head like a pimple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff40ff&gt;Here's a few reason's why I want to wrap my danity little hands around my husbands neck and pop his head like a zit.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff40ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff40ff&gt;This weekend we got the 100# propane tank filled because he brought his work truck home, will the other one ran out of propane so I went out and shut the tank off, then went and told the hubby that he needed to hook up the other one, then went back in to the house and proceded to start dinner,thinking that he could handle this all by hisself.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff40ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff40ff&gt;A few minutes later I hear the banging&amp;nbsp; telling me that he's&amp;nbsp;moved the tank next to the hook-up, then the next thing I know he's coming in to the house asking me where the wrench is so that he can hook the tank up, so I told him " How should I know, I don't use the thing," Then thinking to help him I follow him back out  side, why he goes back to the tanks, well I walk over there and look at the empty tank low and behold guess what was sitting there on it, So I poked the hubby and told him if the thing had been any closer to him it would have bit him right on the tip of his....&amp;nbsp; And people wonder why I'm insane.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-1147028796232022269?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1147028796232022269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=1147028796232022269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1147028796232022269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1147028796232022269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/11/reasons-why-men-make-you-want-to-pop.html' title='Reasons why men make you want to pop their head like a pimple.'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-1488845973305452154</id><published>2007-11-16T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:39:21.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let men have the remote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was sitting here last night watch tv with my husband when he decided that he was going to change the channel over to the Travel Channel. Which was all well and good, until they should what was on the channel. Ladies this is NOT a good thing trust me. If you see your husbands boy friends fathers brother or grandfather grab the remote grab it and hide it, because you know they are going to change it to a channel that's going to make you want to gouge out your eyes and wash them in acid. What I saw on the telly would give even a Nun nightmares. What I seen no woman should have to see heck for that matter no mer mortal should have to look up on it. *looks around then whispers* You want to know what it is that I saw on the telly? Well ladies I hope your sitting down and have smelling salt next to you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;It was the horrors of a men in SPEEDO'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Never ever let a man have the remote or  you'll end up watching men in Speedos walking up and down the beach. *looks for the acid to watch out my eyes*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Secret St.James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-1488845973305452154?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1488845973305452154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=1488845973305452154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1488845973305452154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1488845973305452154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-let-men-have-remote.html' title='Never let men have the remote!'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-6932194774927478957</id><published>2007-11-15T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:07:57.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrington's Fury   Blurb and Excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt"&gt;STORY BLURB: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Carrington Duncan is a woman on a mission. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;One that burns within her very soul. Brought up by the Reiver that raised her since she was two; she is a creature taught how to fight, and to kill by the man that loved her like his own child. No matter what the cost, Carrington will never forget the faces of the ones she loved, and lost.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY:  'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Sworn to destroy the race that tried to wipe her village off the face of the earth, she has one simple goal in mind..to destroy them first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;If revenge is a dish best served cold, then get ready for hell to freeze over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Is there anything that can tame Carrington's  fury?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;EXCERPT FOR WEBSITE: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align:  none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -1in 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Californian FB','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Californian FB'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Deep in the heart of New Orleans Carrington found her quarry, well, rather they found her. Three male Ruslics had trailed her at a safe distant, their intent to take her unaware. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The hair on the back of Carrington neck bristled and her nose twitched as the&amp;nbsp;faint smell of musk drifted to her on the gentle breeze.&amp;nbsp;With a wrinkle of her pert little nose, she slipped down a side street into the deeper shadows, leaning against a wall as she waited to see if they would follow. Sure as shit they did. Shaking her head at their stupidity, she mused that it must be their sexual drive that did all the thinking. Not enough juice to run two brains.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;The males hurried down the  side street after her, smiling as two little boys about to get a treat for good behavior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Are you sure she came this way?" the one with the light brown hair asked his companion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Yes, I'm sure she came this way." His companion answered, running a hand through his dark blonde hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR:  #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carrington arched a black brow as the males talked to one another. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Then where is she?" the one with the light brown hair asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"How the hell should I know?  She couldn't be far. After all, she's only a human and female at that." The blonde one laughed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Don't let the Queen hear you say that, or she'll be doing the laughing." His friend retorted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The blonde flinched inwardly at the mention of their queen. "Uh, let's forget I said that. I'd like to keep my head." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;  mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Still in the shadows, Carrington rolled her eyes. Men could be such babies and it did not matter what race they were. She shook her head again before she stepped out into the light of the full moon. "Looking for me gentlemen?" she asked&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;---&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="times new roman" color=#ff7f00 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Carrington's Fury Coming Soon to &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.redrosepublishing.com"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times new roman" color=#ff7f00 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Red Rose Publishing&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.freewebs.com/secretstjames"&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana&gt;&lt;IMG id=fullSizedImage alt="SecretBanner.jpg picture by  UrbandDecay37" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b269/UrbandDecay37/RRP/SecretBanner.jpg?t=1192235271" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana color=#ff7f00 size=1&gt;(Click on the banner to visit my website)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-6932194774927478957?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6932194774927478957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=6932194774927478957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/6932194774927478957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/6932194774927478957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/11/carringtons-fury-blurb-and-excerpt.html' title='Carrington&apos;s Fury   Blurb and Excerpt'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-1173637659327959916</id><published>2007-11-03T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:30:36.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we do for our pets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you all know I had to take my dog into the vet on Wedsday. Well the vet gave him these honking big butt pills to take, you'd think it would be easy well people think again. It's a pain in the bloody arse. I mean my goddesses they eat worst things then this antibiotic that he's getting for that matter they roll in things that are even worst then this, but do you think he'd take it with out a problem OH HELL NO! he's got to fight me every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I've tried smashing&amp;nbsp;it and rolling it in ham, I've even forced his mouth open to pop it down his throat. ( That I DO NOT like doing makes me feel awful) Then he give's me the sad puppy dog look, like why are you being mean to me! And that just makes me feel like I'm an inch tall. *sighs* The things we do for our pets and they give us that one sad look and we feel like the meanest persons in the world cause we're just trying to make them feel better in the end.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;But in the end I well give him is med and fight the good fight of makeing him better.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-1173637659327959916?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1173637659327959916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=1173637659327959916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1173637659327959916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/1173637659327959916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-we-do-for-our-pets.html' title='Things we do for our pets.'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-8669757765456054498</id><published>2007-10-31T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:20:18.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go Hmmmm or Ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First off I just want to say Happy Holloween to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Ever had one of those days that you think it can't get any worst? Well that's what I thought yesterday will I was wrong things got worst.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I have a dog one that my kids and I love very much. Well he wasn't feeling to hot yesterday or the day before,so you'd think he just had a bad belly or something like that wrong. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;See I found out today that if you have a male dog one that's NOT fixed they can get an enlarged prosstate it doesn't happen offten but it does happen and beleave you me when it does it's something that makes&amp;nbsp; you go EWWW, because it's not pretty and it's painful to your pet. I found out that if you have your dog or cat fixed they are less likely to get this.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We sometimes forget that our pet's or any animale they are just like us. They can get cancer they can get sick, they  feel pain and joy they love just like we do. So please if you have a dog or cat female or male get them fixed.So they don't have to go throu what my dog is going throu.It's not pretty and it's painful to them and they bleed outta thier pirvite part's&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;What'ss really sad is that you have no clue until they start bleeding down there then you get scared spitless cause that's what it did to me.Hell I just thought my dog had a belly ache boy was I wrong, If I had waited just one more day hard telling what might have happened to him. Don't wait, take them in even if it looks like they just have a belly ache one never knows it could be so much worst..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Huggles Secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;---&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="times new roman" color=#ff7f00 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Carrington's Fury Coming Soon to &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.redrosepublishing.com"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times new roman" color=#ff7f00 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Red Rose  Publishing&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.freewebs.com/secretstjames"&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana&gt;&lt;IMG id=fullSizedImage alt="SecretBanner.jpg picture by UrbandDecay37" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b269/UrbandDecay37/RRP/SecretBanner.jpg?t=1192235271" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=verdana color=#ff7f00 size=1&gt;(Click on the banner to visit my website)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-8669757765456054498?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8669757765456054498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=8669757765456054498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/8669757765456054498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/8669757765456054498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm-or-ewww.html' title='Things that make you go Hmmmm or Ewww'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540742811831532623.post-7947452383394134118</id><published>2007-10-10T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:17:16.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Blinks* Yes I'm insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are my ramblings, I do that a lot. Just ask anyone who knows me.*glares at the peanut gallery* No lip from you guys either.I've a new book coming out or I should say that I was just contracted for it.It's called Carrington's Fury. *chuckles* As soon as I know the release date I'll be posting it.Well that's about it for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(((Huggles and Peace))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret St.James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540742811831532623-7947452383394134118?l=secretstjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7947452383394134118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540742811831532623&amp;postID=7947452383394134118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/7947452383394134118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540742811831532623/posts/default/7947452383394134118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretstjames.blogspot.com/2007/10/blinks-yes-im-insane.html' title='*Blinks* Yes I&apos;m insane'/><author><name>Secret St James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585237575824715728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
