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A story I never got around to finishing. I started this story because my sister took the tabby cat I wanted so I made up this story to get revenge!
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1982000</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Originally written on: July 22, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Re-edited on: August 21, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written by: PW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night my sister, her husband and kids were on their back porch watching her gray tabby when suddenly the gray kitten ran around to the front and across the street. Their kids ran after and then their mother ran frantically after them. The gray tabby got run over and became a flat cat. The three of them started crying their eyes out. Their 7 year old daughter was frantic and the 8 almost 9 year old was crying too. Then there was a gray cloud that came above them and my face appeared and said, &amp;#8220;I told you so! You should have had him neutered.&amp;#8221; Then I pointed my finger and turned my sister into a cow, and my niece and nephew into cute little pink pigs. Then mom turned into the driveway and almost had a BF. The car came to a stop and she got out and said, &amp;#8220;Turn your sister back from a cow and your niece and nephew back from a pig now!&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Wow mom&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;I tried reversing the spell but nothing seems to happen.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Well, I&amp;#8217;ll try again.&amp;#8221; I said. I pointed my finger and this is what happened. A cheese pizza appeared. Gerard drove up and said where&amp;#8217;s Karin. &amp;#8220;Uh&amp;#8221; I started to say and pointed my finger and she turned from a cow to a horse. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re looking at her.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Oh crap!&amp;#8221; Gerard exclaimed. Several cars passed and then finally two cars pulled into the driveway. Three guys got out of the first one and two guys got out of the one behind it. I ran around to the back and this guy ran after me. The youngest guy looked at the horse and two little pigs and wondered what happened. &amp;#8220;And you are?&amp;#8221; Gerard asked him. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m Joe.&amp;#8221; He told him, &amp;#8220;And this is Danny, Jordan, Jonathan and Donnie. Donnie ran around to the back after someone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around house, I sat down on the bench and Donnie walked up. In tear filled eyes, told him how I turned my sister into a cow and then a horse. Then I turned my niece and nephew into pigs. &amp;#8220;But why? How?&amp;#8221; Donnie asked me. &amp;#8220;OMG!&amp;#8221; I said as my face fell into my hands. Donnie pulled me in to hug me. He hugged me for what seemed like one hour until someone came around the back and saw us. &amp;#8220;My daughter has super natural powers and she turned her sister into a cow and then her niece and nephew into pigs. We don&amp;#8217;t know why she did what she did.&amp;#8221; Becky said to Donnie. &amp;#8220;Mom, don&amp;#8217;t put words in my mouth!&amp;#8221; I told her, &amp;#8220;Or I&amp;#8217;ll turn you into&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221; I started to say. &amp;#8220;Or you&amp;#8217;ll turn me into what?&amp;#8221; Becky asked. When I said that Donnie sensed something was wrong. Donnie motioned for me to come with him. We walked around to the front to his car. &amp;#8220;What happened, Donnie?&amp;#8221; Joe asked as he grabbed Pamela by her butt almost making her fall. I laughed it off and pretty soon I had everyone cracking up. &amp;#8220;Joe, would you like to have me or just my butt?&amp;#8221; I joked to him. By then everyone started rolling on the ground laughing. &amp;#8220;Pamela, I would like to get you as my girlfriend?&amp;#8221; Joe said. &amp;#8220;Sorry, Joe.&amp;#8221; I told him, &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t think your wife will appreciate me stealing you away from her.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t care, Pamela.&amp;#8221; Joe said to me. &amp;#8220;Joe,&amp;#8221; I told him, &amp;#8220;Well, you should just pretend to care.&amp;#8221; I joked to him. &amp;#8220;I love Donnie not you.&amp;#8221; I added to Joe. &amp;#8220;Ok, Donnie he&amp;#8217;s your friend &amp;#8211; you tell him.&amp;#8221; I said. &amp;#8220;You just did.&amp;#8221; Donnie told me. &amp;#8220;I did not!&amp;#8221; I told Donnie. &amp;#8220;You did so.&amp;#8221; Donnie said almost yelling. Just then I started to run and Donnie grabbed me by my arm. &amp;#8220;ow! Donnie that hurt.&amp;#8221; I told him. &amp;#8220;Sorry, Pamela. I didn&amp;#8217;t mean to.&amp;#8221; Donnie said pulling me into a hug. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Donnie opened his car door for me and I slid into the front seat and then he got in. &lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:35:00 -0400</pubDate>
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My dream about Donnie Wahlberg
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1502660</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Ok, I finally got around to writing this dream down.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday I dreamt I met Donnie Wahlberg.&amp;#160; I asked him for a hug-- but in my dream he excused himself to the restroom.&amp;#160; He came back out and hugged me.&amp;#160; He turned to leave to get on the cruise ship as I grabbed Donnie gently by his arm.&lt;em&gt; (I am not sure why I did that in my dream)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; One minute I was grabbing Donnie and the next minute I had collasped in his arms.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Donnie started CPR on me until the parametics arrived.&amp;#160; The Next thing I knew, they were all rushing me to the ER.&amp;#160; I had already paid for the cruise that I was fixin' to board.&amp;#160; In my dream, Donnie said that he was going to postpone cruise 2010.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways, he stayed w/ me @ the hospital.&amp;#160; I thought "I'm not sure why he would postpone cruise 2010 instead of going on the cruise.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I woke up @ about 7am and didn't finish the dream though.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 11:29:00 -0400</pubDate>
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she says I'm getting more hours.
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1083636</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Okay.&amp;#160; This past Tuesday as I was clocking out to leave, the manager told me she was giving me more hours.&amp;#160; She told me she was adding a third day.&amp;#160; Does that mean a fourth day is in the works? Will have to see in the near future. Until then keep working.&amp;#160; I've got to go now. I will write another blog in a couple of days. &lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 19:58:00 -0400</pubDate>
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My Dream about Donnie Wahlberg and other random thoughts.
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1076775</link>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;5/27/09&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I dreamed I was dating a guy and it was not Jason.&amp;#160; This guy had blonde hair, (what little hair he had)&amp;#160; In my dream, we kept staring at each other and then hugging.&amp;#160; I loved him, and he loved me. But that will happen only in my dreams.&amp;#160; We dated in my dream for about one week.&amp;#160; Then he turned into Donnie Wahlberg.&amp;#160; Donnie did say a couple of things to me in my dream. That&amp;#8217;s only between me and my dream.(about Donnie) &amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So what this dream telling me is that &amp;#8211; well every time I dream about a guy (other than jas.) He is either bald or has very little blonde hair and he has either brown or blue eyes.&amp;#160; He is sweet to me and he knows how I am.&amp;#160; Yet, - he still loves me. No matter what. &amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just go somewhere like say a cruise.&amp;#160; Not because the NKOTB are on it but because I just wanted to see what it was like. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 20:24:00 -0400</pubDate>
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Pamela's New Adventures (the second edition.)
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/926070</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Donnie wakes up only to hear someone outside. He grabs a pair of jeans and slips them on. He walks over to the door, opens it and sees a woman fighting with her boyfriend. Donnie was just about to say something when I look up. Jason looks up. &amp;#8220;What are you looking at?&amp;#8221; he asked. I elbowed Jason in the gut and said leave him alone. Jason continued to hit me. Donnie steps in and tries to get Jason to stop. I ran down to the other end of the block. Donnie told Jason to leave at once. Donnie ran down about half the block, he saw Jonathan. Meanwhile, I slumped down on the curb and cried. Donnie walked up to me while Jonathan swung by in his car. Jonathan got out and said, &amp;#8220;is everything okay?&amp;#8221; I sat there thinking of how I was going to answer. Jonathan was getting irritated when I wouldn&amp;#8217;t answer him. Before I could answer the first question, Donnie commenced asking a second question. &amp;#8220;Did he hit you?&amp;#8221; I stood there in thought while Jason stood back and watched from behind a bush. I look over towards Jason but shifted my eyes back on Donnie. &amp;#8220;No J&amp;#8217;s never hit me. Not intentionally.&amp;#8221; I said. &amp;#8220;But he has hit you?&amp;#8221; Donnie asked. &amp;#8220;Yes,&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;It was an accident.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Accident my ass!&amp;#8221; Joe said walking up behind me. &amp;#8220;I have a big problem.&amp;#8221; I said. &amp;#8220;And what the f*** would that problem be?&amp;#8221; Joe said to me in mockery. &amp;#8220;Joe!&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;You starting to piss me off.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Wait a second,&amp;#8221; Joe said, &amp;#8220;I wanna know how I am pissing you off.&amp;#8221; Jonathan and Donnie kept looking on. So finally had enough of Joe and ran off. Donnie was the only one who ran after me. He grabbed and turned me around and hugged me. Donnie pushed me back a little and asked &amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s wrong? Why did you go off on Joe like that?&amp;#8221; When Donnie said that my head fell into my hands. He pulled in for a hug. Joe walked up behind me. He then grabbed my ass and commenced running dragging my ass along with him. &amp;#8220;Ow Joe.&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;could you ease up some dam?&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;No, Pamela.&amp;#8221; Joe said. &amp;#8220;Ya know, I will never let you forget what you did to me on myspace.com in 2004!&amp;#8221; I screamed at Joe. Joe stopped dragging me and let go of me. &amp;#8220;Say what?&amp;#8221; Joe asked, &amp;#8220;I was never on myspace and had nothing to do with AOL messenger.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Sure Joe! Whatever!&amp;#8221; I managed to say, &amp;#8220;But what about the name calling on AOL or did you forget about that too?&amp;#8221; I added to Joe. &amp;#8220;That was not me.&amp;#8221; Joe said. &amp;#8220;Prove it Joe.&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;Where were you in the summer of 2004?&amp;#8221; Joe stood there and gawked at me. &amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;s what I thought, Joe!&amp;#8221; I told him. &amp;#8220;You thought wrong.&amp;#8221; Joe said, &amp;#8220;Because it was not me on myspace or aol.&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes, It was.&amp;#8221; I argued back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So you think it was me on myspace and aol?&amp;#8221; Joe said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You finally admitted that you were on myspace and aol back in 2004 and calling me names?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No, I didn&amp;#8217;t say that.&amp;#8221; Joe replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked around the rather large yard. &amp;#8220;Where&amp;#8217;s Donnie and Jonathan?&amp;#8221; I asked Joe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Beats me maybe they disappeared because of you.&amp;#8221; Joe told me suspiciously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So It was you on myspace and aol.&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;I thought so.&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;NO IT WAS NOT!&amp;#8221; Joe yelled back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Joe, why are you yelling at me?&amp;#8221; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why are you asking such random questions?&amp;#8221; Joe asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why are you answering with a question?&amp;#8221; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You know what? You are very random.&amp;#8221; Joe said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Shut up Joe!&amp;#8221; I yelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned and started to walk home when suddenly Cody ran up and said, &amp;#8220;OMFG Jolee just tried to shoot at me. Thankfully I had gotten away before she shot at me again.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Are you shittin&amp;#8217; me?&amp;#8221; I asked Cody. &amp;#8220;Ya know I never really understood that phrase, but no I&amp;#8217;m not shitting you.&amp;#8221; Cody told me. &amp;#8220;You are okay. Aren&amp;#8217;t you?&amp;#8221; I asked. &amp;#8220;Yes, I am ok. Jolee just missed me by a long shot.&amp;#8221; Cody said. &amp;#8220;So how and your good friend pepine7610 and Christine?&amp;#8221; he asked. &amp;#8220;FYI - Cody, pepine7610 was Christine and she is not my friend. I have burned those bridges a long time ago.&amp;#8221; I said as I playfully popped Cody upside his head. &amp;#8220;Ow Pamela.&amp;#8221; Cody said almost in a yelling tone. Donnie was standing nearby watching. He chuckled to himself. &amp;#8220;Cody, I think we&amp;#8217;re being laughed at.&amp;#8221; I said. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m not laughing at you, I&amp;#8217;m laughing with you.&amp;#8221; Donnie told us. Just then Jordan walked up. &amp;#8220;Tink!&amp;#8221; Jordan said. &amp;#8220;OMG!&amp;#8221; I said. &amp;#8220;OMG!&amp;#8221; Jordan hollered back. &amp;#8220;Tink!&amp;#8221; Jordan said again. Damnit Jordan! Can you explain to all of us what Tink is?&amp;#8221; I asked him. &amp;#8220;Take a wild guess.&amp;#8221; Jordan said. &amp;#8220;I have no idea.&amp;#8221; I said to Jordan. &amp;#8220;Shit!&amp;#8221; I said, &amp;#8220;I give up what is it Jordan.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;I ain&amp;#8217;t telling&amp;#8221;. Jordan said, &amp;#8220;I will tell in my next twit what tink is.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Well, we gotta run but will I see ya tomorrow?&amp;#8221; Donnie asked me. I smiled. &amp;#8220;Yes, when will you get back.&amp;#8221; I asked. &amp;#8220;We have a show to do. You should come to a show.&amp;#8221; Jordan said. &amp;#8220;Do you have an extra ticket?&amp;#8221; I asked Donnie. &amp;#8220;Sure.&amp;#8221; Donnie said, &amp;#8220;Come on.&amp;#8221; I would not move. Cody finally pushed my ass into Donnie&amp;#8217;s house. Jordan followed me grabbing my ass on his way in. &amp;#8220;What are you doing?&amp;#8221; asked as I whirled around. I blushed. &amp;#8220;You do realize you face is bright red.&amp;#8221; Jordan said. As Donnie walked out of his bedroom, with a ticket Donnie walked over handed it to me. I grabbed Donnie and hugged him. As I hugged Donnie, Jordan took my hand and placed it on Donnie&amp;#8217;s ass. &amp;#8220;OMG! I love you so much.&amp;#8221; I said to Donnie. &amp;#8220;I love you too, Pamela much more than you will ever know.&amp;#8221; Donnie told me. &amp;#8220;Is it hot in here or is it just me?&amp;#8221; I asked. &amp;#8220;Trust me&amp;#8221; Jordan said, &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s just you.&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;Enjoy the show.&amp;#8221; Donnie told me as he kissed me on my forehead. &amp;#8220;Oh and can borrow you guys to drive me around town.&amp;#8221; I laughed. &amp;#8220;Sure,&amp;#8221; Donnie said as he and Jordan ran to their cars. Danny, Joe and Jon walked out of their house. &amp;#8220;Um... Hi?&amp;#8221; I said. Jon just ignored and kept on walking. &amp;#8220;How rude!&amp;#8221; I hollered. Danny stopped to say hi to me but then he Joe went on. I followed Jon to his car. Cody and I snuck into the backseat on the floor. Then Cody just had to make a noise and startle Jon. I popped Cody upside his head again playfully. &amp;#8220;Why did you do that?&amp;#8221; I asked. Ok, so we got to the venue and Jon took us backstage. That&amp;#8217;s where we met Donnie, Joe, Jordan and Danny. Donnie turned to grab me then I suddenly slipped on a banana peel. Cody burst out laughing. &amp;#8220;Cody, not funny.&amp;#8221; I said as I tried to keep a straight face and then laughed. &amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s with all the freaking bananas?&amp;#8221; Donnie asked as he tried to help me up. &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t know.&amp;#8221; I said then I smiled. Donnie smiled back. He asked why I smiled. &amp;#8220;Nothing.&amp;#8221; I smiled. Donnie then grabbed and hugged me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*this is a twisted story* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must have been upset&amp;#160;about something perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me figure out what it is and I&amp;#8217;ll let ya know later. OK?&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 19:38:00 -0400</pubDate>
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Take a look at this
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/926052</link>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 22:51:03 -0400</pubDate>
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I just want a my copy of the block cd signed and maybe an 8X10 picture. How would I do that?
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				<link>http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/apps/blog/show/654580</link>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width="635" src="http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/Donniehatscarf1.jpg" height="712" style="WIDTH: 706px; HEIGHT: 626px"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I just want a my copy of the block cd signed and maybe an 8X10 picture signed by group. How would I do that?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 23:09:00 -0400</pubDate>
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TAGS
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/SammynLucas-Pamela.gif"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a another side note.&amp;#160; Here is a tag that someone from a yahoogroup I'm on made for me. As you can my favorite couple is/was Sami and Lucas.&amp;#160; I don't think Lucas and Chloe make a great couple. I mean Chloe is only marrying Lucas out of guilt that she had an affair on him with Daniel.&amp;#160; I think Chloe should go ahead tell Lucas the truth about what happened and that she is really happy being with Daniel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really think that Sami and Rafe would make a great couple and I hope the writers bring them together soon.&amp;#160; That is what all Sami fans want isn't it? Am I right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 23:02:00 -0400</pubDate>
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Just venting here.
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&lt;p&gt;I wish I was back in California so I could get the hell away from Jason for awhile. After being with him, he thinks I can't do shit!&amp;#160; Why all this negativity when he is with me?&amp;#160; He says that I am negative around him. :(&amp;#160;That's just not fair!&amp;#160; I trying not to be negative, but that's just so hard to do.&amp;#160; He bought a phone&amp;#160;and the damn salesman just saw his poor ass coming and sold it to him.&amp;#160; He gave me the piece of shit for me for christmas!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; :(&amp;#160; I believe you never, ever, ever buy any electronics from a damn store that was going out of business.&amp;#160; Because then you can not return it. That's rude to return a gift that someone bought.&amp;#160; So when this phone goes dead, I will shove all three phone recievers so far up his ass it will make his head spin. LOL!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; IDIOT! &lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 22:47:00 -0400</pubDate>
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Random Blog
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&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://pamelasblogsite.webs.com/VDAY.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;DG actually let me work 3 days. lol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The week went good.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next week they will schedule me to work 4 days. (hehe)&amp;nbsp; Maybe or maybe not?&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&amp;nbsp; Then again they scheduled me to work because the manager was there Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyhow I hope that I get more hours next week. &lt;/P&gt;
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				<pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 21:27:42 -0500</pubDate>
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