<?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-8146800</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:22.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive La Boheme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112136993606007668</id><published>2005-07-14T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:38:56.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courage is not having the hope to go on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 It's going on when there is no hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112136993606007668?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112136993606007668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112136993606007668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112136993606007668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112136993606007668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112075976530200652</id><published>2005-07-07T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:09:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/Card_LukeSkywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/Card_LukeSkywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112075976530200652?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112075976530200652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112075976530200652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112075976530200652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112075976530200652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112075484470419175</id><published>2005-07-07T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:47:24.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intra-office email can be VERY funny!</title><content type='html'>Louis Stephen P. was found dead Wednesday afternoon in his cubicle on the 6th floor of the Fox Plaza building. Though the autopsy hasn't been performed, experts believe Mr. Phelan died of an intense case of boredom. His body was found sitting upright in a catatonic state. No one reported the body for hours.&lt;br /&gt;"We thought it was just another one of is pranks," a coworker close to Steve explain.&lt;br /&gt;His body will lay at county until family comes to burn his ashes during a kickin' drunkin' bonfire party.&lt;br /&gt;"Screw plots, and urns and S*&amp;%! This is cheaper and more fun!" So says Pam M., a close friend of Steve.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. P. is survived by his family, all of which have yet to be contacted, and a pet beta fish named Spike. It is rumored that he is survived by one Scott Jackson, however Mr. Jackson refuses to comment, stating that he never even knew Mr. Phelan, which negates the fact he refused to comment. All blood tests have come up inconclusive.&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;From: Pamela M.&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, July 07, 2005 7:58 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Steve P. Subject: RE: I’M SO BORED I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't die of boredom, what should we put in the obituary?&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;From: Steve P.  Sent: Wednesday, July 06, 2005 4:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Pamela M.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I’M SO BORED I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP MEEEEEEE!!!! I'M BORED!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112075484470419175?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112075484470419175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112075484470419175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112075484470419175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112075484470419175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/intra-office-email-can-be-very-funny.html' title='Intra-office email can be VERY funny!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112035289666780575</id><published>2005-07-02T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:09:05.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="165" src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/duckie.jpg" width="403" border="1" /&gt;"&gt;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112035289666780575?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112035289666780575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112035289666780575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112035289666780575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112035289666780575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/hrefhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112032433481994707</id><published>2005-07-02T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:12:14.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that I am putting up on my walls!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.art.com/images/PRODUCTS/large/10040000/10040502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.art.com/images/PRODUCTS/large/10040000/10040502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theresurrector.com/img/Ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theresurrector.com/img/Ophelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britannien.de/Links/soul%20of%20the%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px" height="436" alt="" src="http://www.britannien.de/Links/soul%20of%20the%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112032433481994707?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112032433481994707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112032433481994707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112032433481994707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112032433481994707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-that-i-am-putting-up-on-my.html' title='Pictures that I am putting up on my walls!!!!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112032244501550697</id><published>2005-07-02T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:42:57.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Marches On</title><content type='html'>Here it is, a &lt;em&gt;beautifulah&lt;/em&gt; Saturday, and I'm at work. Not that it's too bad of a thing, because I am here with some &lt;em&gt;very awesome&lt;/em&gt; people. Today they are working on the soundtrack for "Serenity." I had a great night last night. I met this girl Robin who is going to be working with me on starting up a Celtic group. We had so much fun just talking and hanging out. As many of you know, I'm a freak about musicals, well for the past few weeks I've been listening to good ole Phantom of the Opera, well.....Robin had it blaring in her car, too!!! I knew we were going to get along. We're still looking for a fiddle and guitar player. We have a drummer who is from &lt;em&gt;Ireland&lt;/em&gt;....I hope he's cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what?! I finished painting my room yesterday!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have a very special treat for you all right now. My friend Steve has a blog and writes some pretty funny stuff, here is his most recent post, b/c it's hilarious!!! This is a classis example of what happens when one gets bored at work......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday, June 29, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST INTRA-OFFICE EMAIL DAY EVER! Current mood: Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;The following is a log of emails sent back and forth between my buddy Scott and I. I hope you find them very amusing. Let me preface these emails by telling you that Scott first sent me a serious forward about safety during earthquakes and related natural disasters. It educates on newer, yet logical methods to avoid being crushed, yadda-yadda-yadda. The first email starts with my reply to that forward. Laugh hard, laugh often.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------I thank you for the email my friend. Rest assured that come rumblin' and tumblin' time, I shall be safe. I decided not to send this info onto anyone else, as in the event of an earthquake, there's no one else I'd really want to survive with. I could use some more alone time, and I feel I'll have that opportunity more often due to my tactical benevolence. Besides, only the cool people who have this forward already will survive. I don't mind cool people. They're cool. Yeah, there may be a few lucky dweebs still crawling around, but they'll be detectable. We can end them right quick and use their flesh for meat. Speaking of which, where am I going to meet you today? Lazy Reckoning (STEVE)********************************************************* ah lazy, my favourite (refreshingly british) kind of reckoning. i was thinking truck but with commissssssarrrrry tabling on the side. if not, i'm down with kicking it to the curb. your roommate is going to join us i think, so that should be fun. he's a total nutter. anyway, let me know what you finks, slag. skawt. (SCOTT) **********************************************************Coo'. When's THE CHAD coming to the lot?&lt;br /&gt;-Mother (STEVE)**********************************************************round 1 he so declared. we shall see. he said he'd call when he rolls on the lot, i think we should plan on the usual 1 and make him adapt accordingly. your thoughts? (SCOTT) **********************************************************I'm a fan of 1. It's very elusive. 1 digit, yet 3 letters. I have respect for numbers like that. Shows there's much more going on than just the face value. Other numbers like that include 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 0. All one digit numbers made up of multiple letters. Therefore, it could be said that: 1=32=33=54=4 (This one blows my mind)5=46=37=58=59=40=4 ...can you feel the procrastination galavanting through my veins? Rupie's Fav (STEVE) **********************************************************that's an amazing find. 4our blows my mind as well. like seriously, i think my mind blew a gasket. i should have that checked out. you can also attribute numbers to letters of the alphabet in which 1 = A, 2 = B and so forth, especially useful for passing notes to your friends and those gross girls in those insanely boring 3rd grade classes. why do they put 23 year olds in those anyway? you do have to be careful though because once you get into the double digits it's hard to decipher which letter is being referenced. for example, you would type 9 1215225 251521 to say "i abaebbe beaeba", but if translated incorrectly it would read "i love you." and what a horrible message to have show up in place of "i abaebbe beaeba." those soviets knew everything. is rupie rupert?(19)(3)(15)(20)(20) (SCOTT)**********************************************************ROFL! THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION IS YES! (STEVE)**********************************************************ah rupie. the following message was brough to you by david byrne: same as it ever wassame as it ever wassame as it ever wasand stuff. the and stuff was my addition. i was a talking head, just not in the band. they stole those suits and stuff from my closet. s to the p-r-i-t-e can. (SCOTT)**********************************************************Yeah... Talking Heads are cool. Silent Heads thuroughly disappoint me, like a red-headed foster kid. -Danny Bonnaducci's Dad (STEVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you enjoyed this blog, go visit the full library of Steve's antics at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lsteviep"&gt;www.myspace.com/lsteviep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112032244501550697?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112032244501550697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112032244501550697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112032244501550697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112032244501550697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-marches-on.html' title='Time Marches On'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112023456871123290</id><published>2005-07-01T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:16:08.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Queen of Scots (the most tragic queen in history)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As many of you all know, I'm a huge dork that loves to read. About two weeks ago, I began reading about the history of Mary Queen of Scots. There have been many things written about her over the past four hundred years. Some historians describe her as being conniving, self-serving, and careless. Other historians portray her as being a saintly martyr that was pure in all aspects of her life. I am currently reading a book which has taken a slightly more objective approach and has compiled the accounts of many primary sources to give us possibly a more accurate depiction of this royal figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was born in Scotland in the 1540's. Her father died six days after her birth, therefore, she became queen of Scotland. Her mother and half brother, the Duke of Moray, ruled in her place and guided her development. At the age of six she was sent off to France as it was arranged that she would wed the eldest prince of France, Charles. She spent a happy childhood in that country and wed at the age of 14 to the 13 year old king-to-be. Charles was a "late bloomer" and it was said that if Mary did ever become pregnant, it would certainly not be through her husband. Mary loved Charles, he was her "sweetheart." Two years later, Charles suffered from a brain aneurysm and died a few weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was to be sent back to Scotland. She had not spoken the language of her people in nearly a decade and was very sorry to leave France. Scotland was going thru a time of turmoil as the Protestants had seized the country and had banished Catholicism; Mary was Catholic. The nobles did not support Mary and plotted many schemes against her. Mary hoped to wed the eldest prince in Spain so that she would have the power of Spain, the staunchest of all Catholic countries behind her in order to return the faith to Scotland. She also had her eye on taking over the monarchy of England. Queen Elizabeth (Mary's second cousin) was queen at the time. Many questioned her right to be queen when her mother had been divorced from Henry the VIII. Many considered her illegitimate. England was also now a protestant country, so that made it all the harder for a Catholic Heir to claim her right to the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little known to Mary, the eldest prince of Spain had taken a bad fall and as a result was severely brain-damaged. The King of Spain hid this fact from the world, and in doing so, refused Mary's offer of marriage to his son. Mary then had to find a man to wed who's nobility would support her claim to the English throne. Meanwhile, Queen Elizabeth was scheming to lower Mary's rank by arranging her to be married to a man of lesser nobility. She went so far as to offer Mary her personal lover, who by the way, was most unwilling to leave his queen. Mary would have agreed to this match had Elizabeth promised to make Mary her heir. The queen did not, so Mary married a Scottish noble by the name of Darnley instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved Darnley at first, but as one man accounted "marital bliss lasted not above three months." He turned out to be a conceited, easily swayed, immature man. Darnley even helped Mary's enemies assasignate her chief counselor. Some say that her life was to be taken as well. Mary was pregnant at the time. When Mary was overcome with horror and grief at the murder of her dear friend, some feared that she might lose the child. Darnley was said to have commented that if this child was lost, it was no tragedy, they could try again. By this point, Mary loathed her husband and fought to contain her contempt until the child was born. It was necessary for Darnley to proclaim the child as his after the birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about as far as I've read. Stay tuned for the heart-wrenching conclusion of "Mary queen of Scots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112023456871123290?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112023456871123290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112023456871123290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112023456871123290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112023456871123290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/mary-queen-of-scots-most-tragic-queen.html' title='Mary Queen of Scots (the most tragic queen in history)'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112017195910769708</id><published>2005-06-30T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:53:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I guess I'm weird Now</title><content type='html'>Alright alright, you know how sometimes you do something.........and then stop to think about it? I just realized that I have been walking around my office ALL week telling people about how I'm painting my room. I've even given them details about the two colors and the fact that I ran out of one color so I have to paint a big pink strip onto one of the walls. I've even shown people my paint swatches!!!!! ....and I swear, I just realized what I've been doing. I'm a 22 year old woman living in LA working for a major movie studio and the only thing I've chosen to talk about has been my room painting?!?! Every time I start to think I'm normal I go ahead and do something like this and it makes me realize just how weird I am. And do you know what the strangest part is?????? I can't wait to go home and finish painting, I've only got one little part left to do, although I've run out of the painting tape so I'm going to have to reuse some of it from the other parts of the wall, but I think it will be ok...............see? I've done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I have a date tonight!!! With Claudia, that is. I'm excited, we're going to go have Thai food, of course I am right in the middle of my diet, so I have to be verrrrry good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one more hour and I'm blowing this popsicle joint (I added that in there so anyone who stiiiiiillllll thought I was normal could be proven wrong.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112017195910769708?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112017195910769708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112017195910769708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112017195910769708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112017195910769708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-i-guess-im-weird-now.html' title='So I guess I&apos;m weird Now'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-112008699241034918</id><published>2005-06-29T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:17:18.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been feeling much better lately, just had to vent in those last few posts. So anyways, it's been very slow at work today so I was surfing the web. There was this website that claimed it could calculate the odds of finding your soulmate. This seemed fun so I decided to give it a go, after filling in everything I wanted in a guy, it told me that I would have to meet &lt;strong&gt;36,000,000&lt;/strong&gt; men before I find my soulmate. Holy Crap!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-112008699241034918?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112008699241034918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=112008699241034918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112008699241034918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/112008699241034918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!!!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111998095320215393</id><published>2005-06-28T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:49:13.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love: Disected and Rejected</title><content type='html'>I'm still very angry.  More than at any particular person, it's just this whole stupid notion of love that I just need to learn to get over.  I took a piece of paper and wrote down all the reasons that love really fecking sucks, I hope that it will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;changes you, dissappoints you, hurts you, not controllable, it's selfish, deprives sleep, take away time with friends, fights, tears, scares, high phone bills, occupies your mind, suffocates, lowers expectations, takes away independence, slaps you in the face, builds you up and tears you down, lies, false hope, false joy, makes you a fool, expects change, you lose yourself, condemns you, brings out the worst in you, makes a man less of a man, makes a woman less of a woman, confuses, crushes, abandons you, gives no reason, makes you stupid, makes you believe oyu are stupid, binds you, blinds you, gives you a coat in the summer and takes it away in the winter, angers you, hurts the one you care for most, makes you a villain, leaves you, pesemistic, allows you to believe for a short moment that you are special when you are not, takes away apetite, invades your sleep, takes away focus, presents you with impossible circumstances, weakens oyu, makes you doubt yourself, leaves you feeling broken and unwanted............I could go on with it, but I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111998095320215393?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111998095320215393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111998095320215393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111998095320215393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111998095320215393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-disected-and-rejected.html' title='Love: Disected and Rejected'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111997362598494824</id><published>2005-06-28T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:47:06.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she rambles on</title><content type='html'>Here's what it is. All these things that are happening with my current ex are making me twice as upset because it has rehashed all of the things that I blocked out five years ago. (Pardon me, but this is my therapy, so if you don't want to read my bitchings, then don't. Go ahead and click the little x at the top right hand corner of your screen. Have a nice day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my senior year of highschool, I started dating this guy that I was mad about, he was very hippie and was in a band and was goofy and great. We had an awesome summer together. We went to prom and did all of that highschool sweetheart things. We were even planning on going to the same college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one problem that our relationship had was the religion issue. He was involved in what I would call a cult but what he would have called the true religion of the Bible or something. Anyway, we always fought about our views and then reconciled them and then cried about it, etc. Finally near the end of the summer he basically told me that I had to believe what he did or we couldn't be together. I told him that I just couldn't do it. It crushed me and I just wanted him so bad to come to his senses and forget about the weird religious group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we ended up having this big argument where basically I let him know that I was never going to go to his religious meetings again and he said some awful words and stormed off. A few days later he called and said that he wanted to talk to me. I really didn't want to, I thought it was a little to soon, but he called me cold-hearted (something which almost the whole world mistakes me to be) and it hurt me so I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I meet up with him he begins to tell me about this girl that he is seeing in the religious group. (this is less than 1 week after break up) He tells me about how he is sleeping with her and is afraid she might be pregnant. He wanted my advice on the situation. He told me that he loved her so much more than he had ever loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like everything we had ever had was a sham. Was he happy b/c he was getting laid, something that I wouldn't do for him? Was is b/c she was thin and blonde? It tore me apart, I couldn't date for the next six months b/c I was so devastated. I just felt so betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I blocked those memories off but they're all coming back now with the current situation. Why do these things always happen to me, it sure seems like no one else has to deal with it. I know that everyone has their share of pain and misfortune, but I'm just saying that it sure seems like no one else deals with this!!! This guy and I used to joke about the names of future children.....oh to think what might have happened. I'm just so confused, do I drive men to other women, &lt;strong&gt;am I just batting practice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111997362598494824?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111997362598494824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111997362598494824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111997362598494824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111997362598494824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-she-rambles-on.html' title='And she rambles on'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111988966538933374</id><published>2005-06-27T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:27:45.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam's Update</title><content type='html'>Well, here's the update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I have not called or kept in touch lately, I have a new phone number which I'll be giving out, but last week was a hard week and it was kinda good that no one could get in contact with me.  Los Angeles is great, I really like my job, I've met some very cool people, and I have an awesome roommate.  But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I ended things.  There's not enough room in this blog to write about all the details and besides I really don't feel like giving all of the details anyway.  To put it simply, I had to move to pursue my career which I can only do in one place *LA* and his intended path did not lead that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you go thru heartache after heartache and you always think that the next time 'round it's going to get easier, but it doesn't.  You try different things to get you thru it but I never quite learn how.  This time I'm just trying to stay apathetic, I try not to cry or show emotion.  Because if I act like it's ok, then maybe it really is.  If I can fool everyone else, then maybe I can fool myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but anyways, I just feel so empty.  You work on something for so long and then it's gone just like that.  And the person that you worked on it with tells you that he is cutting you out of his life.  Packing away any evidence of you like yesterday's trash, even starting to date again, like you were a mere blip on the radar that turned out to be nothing more than a weather balloon.  The one person that you always went to for help and support is no longer there.  You talk on the phone and the words that were once loving and comforting now sting and crush your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you keep going, try to occupy yourself with activities and people.  You try to push out the emotion because all it does is hurt.  What good is love when it comes mixed with pain?  What good is a heart when at the times you need it most, it curls up inside your chest and aches.  How do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;Forgettable&lt;br /&gt;Replaceable&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Angry&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;Anxious&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out here and I really don't want to let too many people know anything about this, so I'll keep that smile planted no my face, I might even laugh from time to time.  No one will see me cry; what would that accomplish?  Do tears solve the tragedies?  Do they do anything besides get salt into the wound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111988966538933374?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111988966538933374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111988966538933374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111988966538933374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111988966538933374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/pams-update.html' title='Pam&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111963029953313769</id><published>2005-06-24T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:24:59.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When I was a young girl, probably about eight years old, I used to imagine what it would be like to meet myself as an older person.  I imagined what I would look like and what I would be doing with my life as well as what advice I would have for my younger self.  Funnily enough, I have the exact haircut that I imagined I would.  Anyway, over the past week I've had quite the need to divert my attentions and one of the things I've been thinking about is what I would say to my eight year old self if I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1)  Do your homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) Do your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) Stay in touch with people when you move.  1,000 miles might seen imposible when you're young, but it gets easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) Don't be shy, especially with school crushes, you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) Compromise with your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;6) Don't ever try a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;7) Try to learn from everything around you and all the experiences you have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;8) Don't be afraid to try something new just b/c no one else is doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;9) It's never too early to start working on your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;10) Realize that some things are not meant to be, at least you tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;11) Do what you say and say what you mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;12) Know when to follow your heart and when to follow your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;13) Get really good at something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;14) Don't be lazy; appreciate the fact that you don't have to work during the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;15) Pick a sport, any sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;16) Keep a diary longer than a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm sure there are more things I would like to say, but I'm out of ideas for the moment and I have work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111963029953313769?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111963029953313769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111963029953313769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111963029953313769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111963029953313769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-i-was-young-girl-probably-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111878993276807926</id><published>2005-06-14T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:58:52.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam's Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ok, so you know how on some occasions things can be so utterly ridiculous that they're almost unbelievable? Right, then.........here's a description of one of those occasions.....it actually pains me to write this down but I do need to get this one out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The beginning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;About three years ago I got my first cell phone which was serviced by AT&amp;T. After my two year contract ran out, I signed another two year contract with them in order to get a new phone. Last year, AT&amp;amp;T was acquired by Cingular.....all except for the territories of North and South Carolina which were acquired by SunCom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BUT, I was not considered a SunCom customer because I did not have a GSM phone.....so I just kinda floated around in the gray area for about a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I moved to LA I automatically assumed that I was going to become a Cingular customer b/c they now had the AT&amp;T California territory. WRONG.....the Cingular rep. told me that I was still an old AT&amp;amp;T member and that nothing could be done until my contract ran out...but if I extended my contract for another 3 months, I would get a free phone. He also said that I had to keep my North Carolina phone number. I didn't know what to say, what could I do? Apparently, I only had one phone option b/c it was the only phone left that could use the AT&amp;T sim card. So whatev, I took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The phone was awwwwfffullll. (got it?) Bad service, hard to hear people, not user-friendly, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I decided that I had had enough and that I just wanted to switch over to Cingular once and for all. I called them and they said that I could do it, no prob. I called them back later and they said they could do it no prob. I called back AGAIN when I was ready to dedicate the hour that it took to get it done. This time they tell me that they can't! They tell me to call SunCom and sort it out with them. I call SunCom and the account guy hangs up on me (and we all know how nice I am on the phone!). I call back and ask for someone else. This woman asks me if there is anyone in North Carolina in need of phone service. NO I say, and I need mine fixed. I told them that when I signed the original contract with AT&amp;amp;T I did so with the idea that I would stay with AT&amp;T and receive convenient and accommodating phone service. The woman says that I am stuck with the contract but that I should call the old AT&amp;amp;T reps to get more info. SO....I call the old AT&amp;T line, basically a small group of people who try to help the old AT&amp;amp;T people. This kindly old woman answers the phone and tells me that she cannot do anything. She says that this is the outcome of mergers and that most people have be complaint-free. She then begins to relate how difficult it was for her when her cable company was bought out by another company. I almost exploded, but kept my composure long enough to say "thankyou but I'm going to try calling Cingular again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So......I called Cingular again and said that I cannot live like this. I can't get phone calls and I'm being charged WAY too much for my rate plan because I live in LA but am making all calls from a North Carolina phone. She connects me to someone else who puts me thru to someone else who says that I need to do a migration. (I figured out a loophole thing where if you sign a new contract and go to another company within 14 days, you can switch without penalty; just say that you aren't satisfied). So that's what I am going to do, I think. So far I've gotten my number switched to an LA number, but I have to go to a store now to fix the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Really though, why? Why do phone companies make us walk thru so much red tape? I have money and I want to spend it on you, why make it hard? UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111878993276807926?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111878993276807926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111878993276807926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111878993276807926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111878993276807926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/pams-rant.html' title='Pam&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111869840793298274</id><published>2005-06-13T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:33:27.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah yeah I know, two posts in one day! But here's what you must understand.....after having a nice, relaxing lunch; I come back to work and realize that there is another expense report to do!!!! (An expense report is the thing that I did last week that almost killed me!) So, here's another one.....I'm delaying doing it. Oh that just sounds horrible................................I'll do it, in a few minutes. Seriously though, between cleaning my room and doing another expense report, this should be a fabulous day! Although I really shouldn't be complaining, I am having a good day, I feel great! ....which is why I'm delaying the whole work thang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Did you know that there's no such thing as the present, or normal, or selfless? I just thought I'd throw that out there for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111869840793298274?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111869840793298274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111869840793298274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111869840793298274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111869840793298274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s me again'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111868625601266222</id><published>2005-06-13T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:10:56.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, I just had my first weekend off since I've been out here.  Do you want to know what I did yesterday?  Not a damn thing and it was awesome.  Now don't get me wrong, I love occupying my time with worthwhile and fun things but every once in a while, you just have to lay around like a sack of potatoes.  Now saying that.....I have to make up for my laziness by cleaning the heck out of my room by Wednesday, because my dad is coming for  a visit.  Since it's going to be his first time at the apt, I really want to give him a good impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;     The rest of my family is going to come visit in August (except for my bro).  That should be fun, my sis and my mom have never been to LA before, I wonder what they'll think.  I miss my room back in g'boro, it was so cool with the blue walls, movie poster and art everywhere, my fairey lights, my tiki post, celtic tapestry..........I just think that a person should be able to walk into your room and know that it's your room.  Of course why am I complaining, I should just conscider myself lucky that I am going to be staying in one place for more than a few months.  In the past year, I have lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1)In the apt with Will till August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2)In Brad's apt in his living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3)In the Tate St. house in the home office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4)In the Tate St. house, in my very own bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5)With Scott for a month or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6)My parents' basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7)In the LA apt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I"M SICK OF MOVING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But anyways, I've always conscidered myself a pretty easy-going person so that has really helped out in the past year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ya ya, that's all I feel like chatting about for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111868625601266222?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111868625601266222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111868625601266222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111868625601266222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111868625601266222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-apartment.html' title='My Apartment'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111748160227532849</id><published>2005-05-30T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:33:22.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Right, I finally made it to LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So.......I'm finally living in Los Angeles after a year of waiting!!! I must say, it's pretty surreal actually being here, this city is just such an immense, crazy place. To me, LA is like the lost city of Atlantis....you know? Sorta like everyone has heard about it, but you have to see it to believe it. I'm working on moving into my new apartment, which is a very cool apt with a very cool roommate. I was kinda nervous about looking for a roommate online, but it has worked out very well!! I live really close to work which is a definite plus! ....Although I sorta miss my friend Claudia and her man Derek (I was staying with them until I found my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out in LA sure has a way of making you feel like a small fish in an ocean. At the same time, however, LA also makes you feel like anything is possible if you try hard enough. If you're willing to put up with the extremely high cost of living, the traffic, insane drivers, and overpopulation.....you can really do well for yourself out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some very awesome people out here, too. Everyone has a passion and pursues it, I think that sometimes people forget about their real interests and get stuck in a routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111748160227532849?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111748160227532849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111748160227532849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111748160227532849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111748160227532849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/thats-right-i-finally-made-it-to-la.html' title='That&apos;s Right, I finally made it to LA'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-111405706390339870</id><published>2005-04-20T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:57:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Right.....so I should be tortured for five days as a penalty for not posting in months....but so much has happened......so that's my excuse. Here's a short update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;December 2004:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Left my job at the dinner theater because of the management's inability to run a theater (not to mention the fact that I was working 60-80 hours a week for peanuts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;January 2005:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Moved by to my hometown, Cornelius, in order to save up money in order to acheive my goal of moving to L.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Began waitressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Feb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Continued waitressing and working an office job on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Continued waitressing, office job, and begain working at an additional restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;....still working three jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My car was totaled in a horrible car accident (which was the other driver's fault...not mine) nevertheless....my Jetta is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Getting a new car :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;May:(my premedatated plans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;.....moving to Los Angeles!!!! Begin my crosscountry roadtrip May 12; I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-111405706390339870?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111405706390339870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=111405706390339870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111405706390339870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/111405706390339870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950711560118758</id><published>2004-11-03T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:38:35.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakeetha is not having a good day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950711560118758?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950711560118758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950711560118758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950711560118758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950711560118758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/lakeetha-is-not-having-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950706877510738</id><published>2004-11-03T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:37:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hellians have arrived!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950706877510738?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950706877510738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950706877510738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950706877510738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950706877510738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/hellians-have-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950702612163851</id><published>2004-11-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:37:06.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim the Toolman Taylor has a beer belt&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950702612163851?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950702612163851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950702612163851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950702612163851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950702612163851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/tim-toolman-taylor-has-beer-belt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950698574664832</id><published>2004-11-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:36:25.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm has anyone seen my cat?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950698574664832?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950698574664832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950698574664832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950698574664832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950698574664832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/ummm-has-anyone-seen-my-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950693978556575</id><published>2004-11-03T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:35:39.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were robbed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950693978556575?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950693978556575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950693978556575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950693978556575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950693978556575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/we-were-robbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950690323204619</id><published>2004-11-03T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:35:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950690323204619?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950690323204619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950690323204619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950690323204619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950690323204619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/awwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109950685734221345</id><published>2004-11-03T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:34:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic026.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic026.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me as Clementine and my sexy boyfriend as Zorro!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109950685734221345?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109950685734221345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109950685734221345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950685734221345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109950685734221345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-me-as-clementine-and-my-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949745875318689</id><published>2004-11-03T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:57:38.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she suppposed to be running?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949745875318689?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949745875318689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949745875318689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949745875318689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949745875318689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/isnt-she-suppposed-to-be-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949741569235850</id><published>2004-11-03T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:56:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Renaissance wench with her ale and a busy bee&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949741569235850?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949741569235850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949741569235850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949741569235850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949741569235850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/renaissance-wench-with-her-ale-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949738884440582</id><published>2004-11-03T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:56:28.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never eat my pumpkin seeds again!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949738884440582?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949738884440582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949738884440582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949738884440582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949738884440582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/never-eat-my-pumpkin-seeds-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949718935486374</id><published>2004-11-03T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:53:09.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers in the dungeon&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949718935486374?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949718935486374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949718935486374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949718935486374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949718935486374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/dancers-in-dungeon.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949716245667922</id><published>2004-11-03T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:52:42.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth Joanie and Jim as Stephen King&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949716245667922?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949716245667922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949716245667922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949716245667922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949716245667922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/goth-joanie-and-jim-as-stephen-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949714499861915</id><published>2004-11-03T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:52:24.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949714499861915?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949714499861915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949714499861915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949714499861915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949714499861915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949711399665239</id><published>2004-11-03T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:51:53.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How high?  J/K I love fog machines&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949711399665239?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949711399665239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949711399665239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949711399665239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949711399665239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-high-jk-i-love-fog-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949708958292153</id><published>2004-11-03T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:51:29.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my son, he really needs to start washing his face, it's getting gross!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949708958292153?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949708958292153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949708958292153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949708958292153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949708958292153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-my-son-he-really-needs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949704925617504</id><published>2004-11-03T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:50:49.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you not to eat all of the pumpkin seeds!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949704925617504?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949704925617504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949704925617504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949704925617504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949704925617504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-told-you-not-to-eat-all-of-pumpkin.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949701654369383</id><published>2004-11-03T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:50:16.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, she's devoted&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949701654369383?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949701654369383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949701654369383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949701654369383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949701654369383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-shes-devoted.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949697797521154</id><published>2004-11-03T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:49:37.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara, the angel...um...devil...um.....and Preston the ninja&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949697797521154?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949697797521154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949697797521154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949697797521154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949697797521154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/tara-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949691186692166</id><published>2004-11-03T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:48:31.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so maybe i got s little makeup happy with Chris&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949691186692166?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949691186692166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949691186692166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949691186692166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949691186692166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-so-maybe-i-got-s-little-makeup.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949690020036369</id><published>2004-11-03T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:48:20.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, these girls are hot&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949690020036369?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949690020036369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949690020036369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949690020036369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949690020036369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-these-girls-are-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949686464512677</id><published>2004-11-03T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:47:44.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw it's Sally!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949686464512677?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949686464512677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949686464512677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949686464512677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949686464512677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/aw-its-sally.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109949679741613598</id><published>2004-11-03T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:46:37.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pic000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/pic000.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Extravaganza!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109949679741613598?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109949679741613598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109949679741613598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949679741613598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109949679741613598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-extravaganza.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109906530753620567</id><published>2004-10-29T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:55:07.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;       Have you ever just looked at something and had your breathe taken away?  Have you ever just looked at the title of an email and had your breathe taken away?  Well this morning, that very thing happened.  I opened up my mail and I had gotten an email from the post production director at Fox, it was titled "hello from LA."  I knew what it was about before opening it, a job offer.  Have you ever been unhappy b/c you had conflicting wonderful things in your life?  I have the best boyfriend in the entire world and I've been offered a chance to work for one of the best company in the world.....2,000 miles away.  I hate this.  I'm trying ot tell myself that it really could be a lot worse, I could be unemployed and single.  (I don't mean this as an insult to anyone who happens to be in that particular situation, hell, I've been there a few more times than I'd care to mention)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;       I have just felt very rotten lately about work.  I need to do MORE I need to move UP in the world.  I was not born to be a receptionist/ organizer.  I did not go to college for FOUR years for this.  Yes, yes I know that I am currently in an entry level job that any just-out-of-college-theatre-major would die to have, but I'm just not satisfied.  The parts of my brain that I really want to use are growing dusty and harboring cobwebs.  Everything is looking alright though.............I'm listening to an awesome aol radio station on my computer and thinking about how I get to see my Scott tonight.  I'm only 22 so I do have a few more years to get onto the right track, sooner rather than later, and I have the brains necessary to do so.  Now I just need to work on the whole willpower thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109906530753620567?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109906530753620567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109906530753620567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109906530753620567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109906530753620567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-man.html' title='Oh man..............'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109898367265873414</id><published>2004-10-28T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:14:32.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;        "Life is a mystery everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name and it feels like home......" Lemme say.....AOL Radio rocks my world upside down, now I can listen to 80's music at work! I tune into the showtunes section and first they're playing Rent, which is ooookay, then Jeykell and Hyde which is the shit!  Speaking of that, I'm going to see Jeykll and Hyde in Raleigh tonight.  I'm very excited!  I can't wait to see Scott, I can't wait to see one of my favorite shows for the fourth time, I can't wait to see Alton in a real show, and I can't wait to meet Sebastian Bach!!!  It'll be loads of fun, I think there are going to be a group of eight of us going, so we'll get to scream really loud for Alton, who's a little jealous b/c everyone always yells for Sebastian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;       Halloween is really coming up fast this year...it seems.  My 308 Tate Halloween party is Sat night and I don't even know what I'm going to dress up as.  I can't go as the same thing I went as last weekend, that wouold be like watching a re-run!  I'm thinking about going a bit simpler b/c I'll have a lot of running around to do on Sat before the party begins.  I was sorta thinking of going as Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.....I mean I love the movie and the costume wouldn't be that hard.  I'd need jeans, blue hair (with brown roots), wrist warmers, and a bright orange hoodie, which i used to have but sacrificed in order to make 80's style leg warmers.  What?  No, I'm not a dork!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109898367265873414?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109898367265873414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109898367265873414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109898367265873414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109898367265873414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-is-mystery.html' title='Life Is A Mystery'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109890003629619172</id><published>2004-10-27T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:00:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/eternal%20sunshine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/eternal%20sunshine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," and I must say that this is one of the best movies I have ever seen.  Kate Winslet and Jim Carey have been perfectly cast, the story is unusual, witty, persceptive, and very original.  Have I said enough?  If you're still not convinced you should see the mivie, call me and I'll rant about it some more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109890003629619172?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109890003629619172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109890003629619172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109890003629619172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109890003629619172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-night-i-watched-eternal-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109881729546765045</id><published>2004-10-26T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:01:35.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's official, I've got esp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;       Right so in my last entry I said that I felt like i was experincing the calm before the storm.  Ding, ding!  Correct!  I mean, it's not a nasty life threatening storm, but it's a storm.  Work has been a littel overwhelming lately, although I did finally have a talk with the bosses about that fact that I have been feeling extreemly overworked.  I have begun the process of interviewing possible assistants which would be a miracle to find one that can work crazy hours like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;       So, I've been staying with my lil sis in Charlotte for the last few days b/c my parents are in Hawaii.  Don't get me wrong, I love haning out with my lil sis, it's just this driving back and forth to High Point everyday that has got me a bit ragged.  That and the fact that my wonderful boyfriend lives in Raleigh.  After doing the count, I have calculated that the number of times I have actually slept at my house in the past two weeks are: 3 nights....hmmm...I wonder if my roommates remember me.  I feel bad about not haning out with my friends as much, but they know I lov 'em!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;       On a cool not, I went to an awesome costume party last Friday night at Brad's new bachelor's pad and I won the prize for the best overall costume.  I went as a gargoyle, which is hard to do conscidering that oyu have to look like you're made out of stone.  I'll put some pics of it up as soon as I stop being lazy.  My boyfriend went as the sexy Zorro, he was hot.  It was a little torturous b/c I couldn't kiss him lest I wanted to get gray makeup all over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;       I had a nice day on Sunday.  It was the first time in months that I actually slept in past 8 am.  It felt very refreshing.  Yesterday however was a different story.  I don't think I've ever been so damn tired in all of my life.  I drove from Charlotte to High Point on about 3 hours of sleep.  Spent three hours at the doctor's office which was awful and scary.  Went to work all day and then drove back to Charlotte, voted (stood in line for an hour), went home made my lil sis dinner and then passed out.  I don't even remember going to bed, the last thing i recall is talking on the phone to Scott, then waking up this morning at 6.  It was weird!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Everything conscidered, it's all cool.  I'll never complain of being bored ever again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109881729546765045?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109881729546765045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109881729546765045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109881729546765045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109881729546765045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/yes-its-official-ive-got-esp.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s official, I&apos;ve got esp'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109734546468519515</id><published>2004-10-09T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:11:04.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;Ever feel like you're experiencing the calm before the storm?  I'm sitting here at work not too doing very much because we're slow today, but I've been thinking of all this crazy stuff that is going to start happening around here.  Next week is furniture market which I'll be helping out with.  I'll be working around 80 hours this week plus for some kind of crazy reason, I volunteered myself to be on the Halloween planning comittee for my community band concert.  I am also in the Christmas show at work.  I'm really not trying to bitch, I like being busy and productive I just hope that I will also be around for the important people in my life.  I know that I sometimes tend to get wrapped up in stuff; I'm a very one-track mind kind of gal, I just hope that everything will balance out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;I went to a lovely wedding last night.  My very good friend from highschool got married.  It was a beautiful outside wedding at this really nice estate in Charlotte.  It was so sweet when he started getting tearey-eyed whilst toasting his bride.  I was so glad that I got to see so many old friends, I think it would be good if one person got married every year so we'd have a once a year reunion.  The "first dance" song was Bryan Adams' "Everything I Do, I do it For You" which was so sweet.  My friend Justin and I couldn't help but sing along, and I look over and Jeff's sister is filming us!  Damn those gin and tonics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109734546468519515?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109734546468519515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109734546468519515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109734546468519515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109734546468519515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/ever-feel-like-youre-experiencing-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109708989307899545</id><published>2004-10-06T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:11:33.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep I'm still alive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yes so in case anyone has been wondering where I've been and why I haven't been posting....well it's because I've been a little busy having the most wonderful time of my life.  I've met the most wonderful guy in the entire world and anything that I have ever criticized about relationships and those lovey'dovey type couples is taken back.  I really never thought that i would meet such an amazing person.  Everytime I see him I am amazed by something new.  Could it be possible for me to spend everyday with someone and look forward to each day because it gives me another chance to see him?  Could it be possible for me to never be able to kiss him enough or hold him tight enough?  It's very possible.  Well that is enough for now, they don't pay me around here to gush about my amazing, wonderful boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109708989307899545?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109708989307899545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109708989307899545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109708989307899545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109708989307899545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/10/yep-im-still-alive.html' title='Yep I&apos;m still alive :)'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109613046692103403</id><published>2004-09-25T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T11:43:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam's IQ Test!  How intellegent are you?</title><content type='html'>Click on the title to take the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109613046692103403?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.funtrivia.com/private/main.cfm?tid=2170' title='Pam&apos;s IQ Test!  How intellegent are you?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109613046692103403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109613046692103403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109613046692103403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109613046692103403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/pams-iq-test-how-intellegent-are-you.html' title='Pam&apos;s IQ Test!  How intellegent are you?'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109586776745183243</id><published>2004-09-22T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:42:47.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Fall</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of fall, my favorite season.  I really hope that I get a chance to go to the mountains while the leaves are changing colors.  Haven't made many journal entries lately, been &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;kinda busy.  I haven't been busy with anything in particular, just a lot of partying and hanging, which is great from time to time, but I really should start getting work done.  My car needs an oil change soooo bad and I really need to do some laundry, you know it's time when your socks don't match anymore.  I also need to pack because I'm moving next week!  Aw it's so sad, I'm going to miss Brad.  I'm seriously starting to feel like a hobo with all of my moving, but it's cool b/c everything always works out, I'm a lucky girl :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;I got to see my lil sister's soccer game the other day with my parents, it was a nice day.  My sis is getting excited because I'm going to be staying with her for a while next month while my parents are in Hawaii.  It'll be cool, get some party time in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, I totally went to see Cher in concert last week and she was awesome!!  I just can't get over how talented she is, no one will ever be as great of a performer as she is!  I hope I look as good as she does at 58!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109586776745183243?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109586776745183243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109586776745183243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109586776745183243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109586776745183243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-of-fall_22.html' title='First Day of Fall'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109485549468609027</id><published>2004-09-10T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:31:34.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here at work....and....writing</title><content type='html'>Question, what does all of this come to?  I really don't know why I'm thinking about this right now, it just popped into my head and I have a moment of peace at work so I guess i'm sitting here and typing.  .........wait a second, nevermind.  My boss just came in and totally brought me out of whatever meleancholy mood I was in with his antics.  He went to Costco last week and bought some banana nut muffins with walnuts on the top.  He doesn't like them and says that the nuts taste like they've been soaked in fish oil.  Then he tells me to taste one.....yeah right, yum fishy muffins.  He keeps insisting I try them, so I might possibly have to.  In that event,  this just might be my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109485549468609027?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109485549468609027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109485549468609027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109485549468609027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109485549468609027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-at-workandwriting.html' title='Here at work....and....writing'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109484378800803254</id><published>2004-09-10T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T14:16:28.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/cool%20sky.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/cool%20sky.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the sky Brad took on our way to Snow Camp.  One side of the sky was red and the other side was blue, it was so crazy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109484378800803254?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109484378800803254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109484378800803254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109484378800803254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109484378800803254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-of-sky-brad-took-on-our-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109484078513372699</id><published>2004-09-10T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:26:25.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brixx Pizza is my hero!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I would like to start this off by saying that I love Brixx Pizza.  First of all, their pizza is crispy and fresh and delicious, second of all on Thursday nights, the pizza is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  No gimmicks, the pizza is absolutely free.  It was a fabulous night at Brixx, a few of the cast memebers and I hung out to get free pizza, including the very handsom Juan.  And a special thanks to my roommate for delaying our plans in order for me to go flirt with Juan, yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today had been a weird day. like the twighlight zone, it all started this morning when i woke up; I felt drunk, really drunk.  It only lasted a few minutes, but it was weird.  The coffee machine at work spewed coffee at me and Alton (my boss).  My computer has been crazier than ever today and then my other boss started doing "The Bird" dance.  One can only guess what excitment lies in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm a little frustrated today b/c i'm waiting to hear back from two actors about a film I'm working on.  When someone contacts you and asks you to be in a film, do you say no?  Of course not, unless you're Julie Roberts or Brad Pitt, which they are not, I assure you.  Oh actors, what fickle creatures they can be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109484078513372699?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109484078513372699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109484078513372699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109484078513372699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109484078513372699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/brixx-pizza-is-my-hero.html' title='Brixx Pizza is my hero!!!!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109467084977661855</id><published>2004-09-08T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:14:09.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a little scarier than zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Depending on the assumptions used, Social Security outlays will exceed receipts sometime in 2018 or 2019, at which point the funds needed to pay promised benefits will have to come from more taxing, less spending elsewhere, or borrowing. " - that's really not something I needed to hear after watching my poor pay check being chipped away by the gov't b/c they have this wonderful idea about forcing people to save up for retirement.&lt;/span&gt;  (can't the outlays exceed the reciepts sometime after 2070?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109467084977661855?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109467084977661855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109467084977661855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109467084977661855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109467084977661855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-little-scarier-than-zombies.html' title='This is a little scarier than zombies'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109467002339323905</id><published>2004-09-08T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:00:23.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Last night was my "quality time with Brad" night.  We watched "Resident Evil" in preparation for Friday night's release of "Resident Evil: Apocalypse."  It's a pretty awesome move, although it was conscidered a box office flop as well as a barely above b movie.  For anyone who is a fan of "28 Days Later," you've been hoaxed.  "28 Days Later" is pretty much a mutated sister of "Resident Evil" yep, you've been told.....now go see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109467002339323905?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109467002339323905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109467002339323905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109467002339323905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109467002339323905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/zombies-anyone.html' title='Zombies Anyone?'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109458857771385908</id><published>2004-09-07T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:22:57.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The answer was Dreamt, it's the only word in the English language that ends in "mt."  Damn, I need to be doing somehting constructive right now, especially since their's a mountain of paperwork around me, but alas rainey days like this put me in a very lethargic mood.  So it's a really good thing to be moving to LA, not many dreary days like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This weekend was a bit busy, very productive, though.  I had a nice dinner with Joey last night at the Melting Pot, how cool is that?  A friend of mine had an awesome party the other night, although it was weird when some of the older actors from the show came over.  Reminds me of the time i had a party and a couple of 60 year olds walk into my room..........and don't leave........and drink my alchohol.  Old people, get your own damn alchohol.  That's what should have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109458857771385908?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109458857771385908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109458857771385908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109458857771385908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109458857771385908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109432417797728468</id><published>2004-09-04T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:56:17.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/slingblade.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/200/slingblade.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slingblade" Photo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109432417797728468?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109432417797728468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109432417797728468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109432417797728468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109432417797728468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/slingblade-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109432421966038445</id><published>2004-09-04T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:12:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Job!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You know, I think that's it's such an important thing to be able to enjoy where you work and who you work with. No matter how many awesome friends you have, no matter what hot guy you're dating, no matter how great your family is.........the fact remains that you spend much of your time at work with your co-workers. Last night I went over to my boss's place and all the core employess from work went over there for dinner. It was so much fun!!! I cooked my Koosa for them. We chatted and drank wine for a few hours. Then, we all (5 of us) sat down and had dinner together and then watched "Slingblade." It was such an amazing night, we were all tipsy on wine and happy to be able to hang out together. I feel like I have a really cool family here in High Point and we all hope to make this a weekly event. I've always had great relationships with the people I work with, but this has really exceeded all of my expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I would like to add a special note on how great my roommate is.....I totally was a dumb ass and left my cell phone at home yesterday, so he played secretary for me and even found out how to get ahold of me to give me all my messages, how sweet is that? He's totally smitten with this girl right now, so when I got home last night we brainstormed about something really romantic for him to do, it was so cute seeing him gushing about this girl. If she turns him down, I'll have to step in and give her some words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My family is coming to the show tonight, I'm very excited. I hope they enjoy it! We're doing a month and a half run of "The Fantasticks" right now, and honestly, it my favorite show that we've done here so far, I Love It!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109432421966038445?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109432421966038445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109432421966038445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109432421966038445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109432421966038445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-my-job.html' title='I Love My Job!!!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109423452261958854</id><published>2004-09-03T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:02:02.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Cloning.............</title><content type='html'>      &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Last night I went over to a friend's place and watched "Godsend" which is a movie about cloning.  A couple's son is killed in a car accident.  A doctor says that he can clone the son for them, and he does.  The boy is fine until he turns 8 and then crazy sh*t starts happening.  I won't ruin any more of the movie.  It's not that great, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;        Anyway, on the way home my roommate Brad and I were talking about cloning and how it was used in "Aliens 4."  As soon as we turned on the tv at home, Aliens 4 was on.  And let me tell you, it's a crappy movie.  Sigourney Weaver is the only good part of the movie, especially when she kicks the big guy's ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;        So it's Friday........but what the heck do I care?  Do I get the day off tomorrow?  No, tomorrow is my 12 hour work day!  But that's ok, I like those big work checks, and if I had the day off, do you know what I would do?  Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;         I was looking forward to this weekend, for certain reasons......but those plans have been delayed, so I guess I'll have to find someone else, oops, something else, to do. (jk ok?)  I might be organizing a party at my bosses place tonight.  Did I mention I have the best bosses ever?  Well, ok if I was a masseuse and Ewan MacGregor was my client, that'd prob be the best boss ever, but whatev, you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  *Pam's weekend challenge: find a legit word in the English language that ends w/ the letters "mt" there's only one.  Find it and i'll give you a prize!  Answer on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109423452261958854?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109423452261958854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109423452261958854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109423452261958854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109423452261958854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/on-cloning.html' title='On Cloning.............'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109414237367091639</id><published>2004-09-02T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:26:13.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Koosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last night while I was driving around High Point, I got this sudden urge to make Koosa which is my all time favorite Lebanese dish. My grandmother makes an unbelievable Koosa, which is zucchini stuffed with rice and lamb meat and then sautte'd in tomato sauce for about 90min. It was really good, although everyone made fun of it b/c they said that it looked like green penises, but in the end, I had to fight people off so that there would be some left for my roommate. It was a nice little dinner party, my son and son-in-law came over(just nicknames), my Keydron came over from the barracks of snow camp, my metal rocker pal came over with a friend, and Brad was there with a &lt;em&gt;lady friend&lt;/em&gt;. Here is the recipe if anyone is curious, it's a great low-fat food, which is good b/c I'm on a crash diet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6 zucchinis&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound ground lamb (or beef)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup uncooked rice&lt;br /&gt;2 pressed garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 minced onion&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons salt, divided into two-one teaspoon portions&lt;br /&gt;1 8-oz. can tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 cups water&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash zucchinis and cut green caps off.&lt;br /&gt;Core each zucchini with a coring knife.&lt;br /&gt;Save the insides, set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Mix lamb (or beef), rice, garlic, onion and 1 teaspoon salt. Knead well.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff each zucchini with the meat mixture.&lt;br /&gt;If you have more meat mixture than zucchini , make meatballs out of the remaining stuffing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(instead David decided to make a mexican meatloaf, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the bottom of a 5-quart pot, place the insides of the carved zucchinis, then arrange the stuffed zucchini on top of them.&lt;br /&gt;Add remaining salt, tomato sauce, water and lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil on high heat.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce to medium heat and cook for 20 minutes, or until tender. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(the longer you cook, the better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Serve with rice or bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;After dinner, my son, son-in-law, and I went to go see the new Jet-li film Hero, which was asthetically beautiful, but a bit week in the plot. It was so visually pleasing though, that it almost became mundane...."oh look, another beautiful scene...." I can def see it winning an Oscar for best cinamatography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;***oooh almost forgot, i totally got asked out on a date this Friday.....I told him we had to go to McCoul's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109414237367091639?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109414237367091639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109414237367091639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109414237367091639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109414237367091639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/koosa.html' title='Koosa'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109397482898869434</id><published>2004-08-31T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:53:48.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/DSCN0168.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/320/DSCN0168.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109397482898869434?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109397482898869434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109397482898869434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109397482898869434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109397482898869434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/oklahoma.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146800.post-109397408851000857</id><published>2004-08-31T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:41:28.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First and Foremost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;So things are quite slow this week at work and I'm not one to enjoy boredom, so this is the result of my extra time. Which, few would know, I have tried before but due to various excuses, I have not kept up with. Anyhow, I have been inspired by Ms. Katy's blog. She's gone to Florida now and even though I never got to see her as much as I wanted to when she was still in NC, I now get the chance to read her blog's and see how she is doing. Now that practically everyone is moving around to pursue their ambitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Speaking of moving around to pursue ambitions, I'm sort of at a holding point right. I know what I want to do and where I want to be doing it, but haven't quite gotten out there so far. Hopefully, come January, I will be moving out to Los Angeles to pursue a career in film; I'm planning to start out as a production assistant and then work my way up from there. Right now, my loyalty to my current job has kept me in the damnable state of North Carolina. I work in a dinner theater as Box Office Manager and have asst. directed a few shows here. It's a great job for experience, a good way to save up money since I work at least 60 hours a week, I have great bosses, and most any other job will seem easy after this. Seriously, I really have learned to do many things here such as cocktail waitressing, payroll, directing, stage managing, marketing, and everything else on top. I do like this sense of control. I like people coming to me for answers and requests because I'm the only one who they can come to, it's kinda cool. I'm not quite sure I could ever go back to a low reponsibility job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But with this job comes a great many sacrifices. Namely, I have given up a very good job with a big movie studio in LA, I don't have a room of my own anymore and am living in my friend's living room (b/c I can't sign a lease for under 6mo.), I work so much that I really don't get to hang out with people very much anymore. I hardly ever get a day off. But hey, I think everyone goes thru this at some point in their lives....or am I just really odd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's alright though, I try to keep myself busy with things that will benefit my resume and entertain me. I've started playing with the Greensboro Band again, I'm producing a film, and developing a new play project with a fellow drama-driven friend. I've also considered taking a Meisner master class, something which I need to do as a dabbler in the arts. A friend of mine has also asked me to contribute my time to a new children's theater troupe, I'm not sure if I'll be able to do that yet. *special note-I have an incessant need to be busy, if I'm not, I feel like I'm wasting my time. It all goes back to this relationship I had last Spring. I dated this guy who was so busy all the time with important stuff. I began to feel like what I was doing wasn't near enough and that I was wasting my life. Things didn't work out with him, but I'm glad we met b/c it gave me the motivation to do all the stuff I could with as much enthusiasm as I could manage. If I had a 40 hour work week, I don't know what I would do with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Here's a picture of one of the shows I have worked on at the theater.  "Oklahoma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://C:\My Documents\Picasa Web Exports\oklahoma_1\target1.html" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146800-109397408851000857?l=vivelaboheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109397408851000857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146800&amp;postID=109397408851000857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109397408851000857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146800/posts/default/109397408851000857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivelaboheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-and-foremost.html' title='The First and Foremost'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021685455940426429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/175/1588/640/pam%20and%20scott.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
