<?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-13324862</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:09:57.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Ms. Shaa's Lair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-112718321362612764</id><published>2005-09-19T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:26:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clemson vs. Miami- 30-36??????</title><content type='html'>All I have to say about the outcome of this game is....WHY THE HELL DIDN'T CHARLIE TAKE THE SACK?????????? Had 2 more downs to make score and what does good ol' Whitehurst do? He throws the game right into Miami's hands. And what was up with sticky fingers (#18)? Boy there were some angry people at that game. There was a young boy behind me, couldn't have been more than 10 or 11. He said "There was a guy in the endzone doing jumpin jacks and if Charlie hadn't had his finger up his ass, he would have seen him." I turned around and laughed so hard. I totally agreed with him, but couldn't believe that came out of his mouth. He hit the nail on the head regardless. I bet he's catching hell this week buddy. "Mr. I have to ride in a golf cart to class because I'm the star and I'm too lazy to walk" Newsflash Charles- YOU'RE NOT ALL THAT! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-112718321362612764?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/112718321362612764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=112718321362612764' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112718321362612764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112718321362612764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/09/clemson-vs-miami-30-36.html' title='Clemson vs. Miami- 30-36??????'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-112603289326674507</id><published>2005-09-06T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:54:53.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close game</title><content type='html'>What can you say about the Clemson/TA&amp;M game? It was close. Seriously, we should have been several tds ahead, but a win is a win and the tigers definitely pulled it off thanks to Jad Dean (I LOVE YOU BOY!) Charlie....not my favorite player. I yelled at him the entire game (like he could hear me). I don't see what these girls find sooooooooooo attractive about him. It's just gotta be because he's the QB, can't be his looks. He looks hot....a hot mess! The infamous #6 jersey most of the girls are wearing is an eyesore. Wear numbers that mean something like #30- Jad Dean, #2- Chansi Stuckey, #28- Kyle Browning, #14- Will Proctor (way to pick up the slack you sexy thing!), #1- James Davis, #3- Duane Coleman, or #8- Tye Hill. I have jersey #'s 30 and 2. I'm sorry, but I am so glad that this is Whitehurst's last year. I think Will makes better decisions under pressure. And what was with the play everyone thought we scored on and didn't? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING CHARLIE?! The one time he wants to try something fancy on the 3 or 4 yd line, it falls through. Surprise? I was so mad about that play. That game was too close when it really shouldn't have been, but I kept the faith in my tigers. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLID ORANGE BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-112603289326674507?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/112603289326674507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=112603289326674507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112603289326674507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112603289326674507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/09/close-game.html' title='Close game'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-112563583137207873</id><published>2005-09-01T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:37:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an official TIGER!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah yeah, I know it has been a while since my last post. I had to get some things in order, plus I've been more involved with the youth at my church, but that's another blog...Anyway, I started my 1st day at Clemson on August 24th. Stupid me walked up the hill of death instead of riding the C.A.T bus up. Oh believe me, I know better now. I need to walk that hill though. My buttis getting bigger!  It feels so nice to be out of Tri-County and in Tiger country. I feel like a "real" college student now. My classes are pretty cool, all except for my Math Analysis class. YUCK! I hate math with an utter passion, which is why I'm getting it over with quick, fast, and in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an online class- Management PC Applications. I haven't even loaded the software yet. LOL. We have until Sept. 10th to actually check in for the official roll, so I'm being a procrastinator in that respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comtemporary Literature is a pretty cool class. It's very laid back and the teacher is cool, kinda weird at times, but he keeps things interesting. He mentioned on Wednesday that he used to be a professional psychic....hmm. I never would have guessed! Katrina is in my class...HEY GIRL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, my African-American Religions class- verrrrrrrrry interesting. Before the end of the semester, we have to visit 4 different religious communities than we aren't affiliated with. I have never been to a Catholic church before, so that will be one of my choices. Redemption Outreach is amazing. I have been there on several occasions. Ron Carpenter is the man! Thank God for him. I didn't know that there's an Islamic church in Clemson. The thing about going there is that all of the women have to have their hair wrapped in a scarf and wear modest clothing with their arms and legs covered. I'm a little nervous about that one, but I want to go just to say I went. Along with visiting these places, we have to write a 2-3 page report on each telling how they conducted services, what were their procedures, were there any instruments, was it loud, was it quiet- things of that nature. This is going to be an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I am enjoying my time at Clemson. I remember way back when I said, "I will never go to Clemson. It's too close to home." Now, I can't imagine being anywhere else. I'm a true tiger at heart. I thank God for guiding me in this direction and ordering my steps. Malph, I wanna see you on campus in the spring. Don't make me beat you! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-112563583137207873?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/112563583137207873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=112563583137207873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112563583137207873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112563583137207873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-official-tiger.html' title='I&apos;m an official TIGER!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-112286429317106476</id><published>2005-07-31T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:44:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>What going on fellow bloggers and bloggettes? I haven't been blogging to much because I have been on vacation off and on this entire month. The week of the 4th I was in Las Vegas, The Grand Canyon, and San Diego (yes, my entire family and I did this in one week!) It was so much fun. Vegas has expanded even more since 2001 when I was last there. It's still as beautiful as ever, but hot as all get out. Imagine the hot weather we've been having lately....now take away the humidity and add about 20 more degrees, and you've got Vegas/Arizona weather. I spent most of my time visiting the various hotels on the strip and hitting up the casinos. I didn't hit it big, but I got a few good hits every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the trip from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon totaled up to about 4 or 5 hrs. Let me tell you why! First of all, there isn't a damn thing to look at but rocks, tumbleweeds, and a house here and there. Other than that, the ride was BORRRRRRRRRRRING! Then, we turn off on the main road that takes us right into the canyon. Ok, we knew we had to travel 21 miles on a dirt road to get there, at least that's what the pamphlet said....DIRT! I'll be damn if we didn't travel on straight rock and gravel the entire 21 miles! Dirt my ass, and it wasn't like we could drive fast in these Chrysler Town and Countries we rented....no more than 15 mph, if even that. It was miserable, but once it was over everything was cool. The Grand Canyon....it's just something you have to see with your own eyes. It's absolutely gorgeous. We went to the South Rim in 2001; This time we looked at the West Rim, which is owned and operated by an Indian Tribe. The tour included this nice bbq lunch.....but they ran out of bbq! The side items were good though, would have been better with some meat. LOL. Then, I took a picture with an Indian named Troy (don't ask me how to pronounce his Indian name). He was cool. He could tell we were from South Carolina, of course, because of our dialect. I have lots of pics. I will post one or two in a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from 109 degrees in Las Vegas to 68 degrees in San Diego. Yes, 68 degrees. Apparently, the San Diego area is one of the best in the nation as far as climate. It's like that all year round. Now I could live there! At night it gets pretty chilly because it sits near the Pacific. We didn't get to do a whole lot because we were only there for two days, but we did get to go to the San Diego Zoo (largest zoo in North America).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just came back from Savannah, GA for our family reunion. Geez, this one deserves its own blog entry, so I shall do this one tomorrow. This is Shaa, signing off and signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-112286429317106476?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/112286429317106476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=112286429317106476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112286429317106476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112286429317106476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-112028173194535409</id><published>2005-07-02T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:22:11.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Evelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most of you know, I work at the SCDOT in Anderson (NOT THE DMV YOU CRAZY PEOPLE! THE DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, WHICH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE DMV!) Everytime I tell someone I work at the Dept. of Transportation, they automatically think "DMV" and ask, "So, how do you stand the crowds of people?" or they'll ask me something regarding their license. I have been working there 3 years; The DMV shit is getting old. I feel like choking the next person who mentions anything about the DMV. Ok now that I've cleared that up, I can move on with my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have this lady in the office we call Miss Evelyn. She's roughly in her middle to late 60's. This lady is so annoying. She talks to herself out loud, as if someone were standing right there. I'm still trying to learn to block that noise out and she does this alllllllllllllll fucking daaaaaaaaaaaay! Her voice carries throughout the office, so there's no way of escaping it unless you bring your earphones to work like I do. If I didn't I'd be just as insane as she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next annoying thing she does is she pounds on her calculator when she's doing the company bills. Get this, she types in a steady rhythm- taptaptap TAP! taptaptap TAP! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miss Evelyn is a clean freak when it comes to her work area. She keeps 4 containers of wet wipes in her desk cabinet. As soon as she comes into work, she'll get her wipes and wipe down her desk, her phone (receiver, buttons, and all) and her CLOTH chair. She goes through this same routine when she comes back from her lunch break, same damn scenario. What is the phobia for fear of germs? I'll have to look that up, but for now I'll call her a "Germophobic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've heard people talk with a heavy Southern accent, but no one comes remotely close to Miss Evelyn. Her voice makes everyone elses seem Yankeeish (no offense at all to Yankees). Miss Evelyn has the country twang and Southern drawl all in one. It's quite annoying. especially when she doesn't say specific words correctly. For instance, Iver=Iva, Columbier=Columbia, kindly=kind of, Honier Path=Honea Path, umbreller=umbrella, Sheiler=Sheila (a lady in our accounting dept.) and omg I could go on for days. Everytime she mispronounces Columbia I just want to ask her, "Where the hell is Columbier???" Basically any word ending with an "a" automatically gets changed to the "er" in her messed up world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does anyone else out there work with someone this fucking annoying?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-112028173194535409?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/112028173194535409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=112028173194535409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112028173194535409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/112028173194535409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/07/miss-evelyn.html' title='Miss Evelyn'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111948979218945975</id><published>2005-06-26T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:47:31.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was over...</title><content type='html'>This summer's program line-up- REALITY FUCKIN TV! The only reality tv I care to watch is either Real World or Road Rules. Everything else can go in the pisser. The 1st 2 American Idol shows were the best in my opinion. It has lived it's life and quickly died in my sense. It's only good during the 1st 3 weeks of elimination. I like watching the ones who suck. Anyway, here's some of the line-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother 6: Returning to CBS on July 7th. This show is a sorry knock-off of The Real World. After I saw the 1st one, I had no desire to watch it again. I think we have enough shows about 7 people living in one house for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Joe 4: This aired yesterday on NBC. Honestly, who cares about Joe??? The previous 3 didn't do so well in ratings, according to NBC, so they figure #4 will be the charm? I DON'T THINK SO! I didn't give 2 shits about the last 3. I run into "Average Joes" everyday and 98% of them I wouldn't give the time of day. Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Kitchen: Aired May 30th. I actually stumbled across this show the other day while channel surfing. I watched the entire thing (I was bored). The Chef's name is Gordon Ramsay. He puts me in the mind of Simon Cowell. Here's the basic premise of the show: There are 2 cooking teams (red and blue). Both teams are given like 15 orders each and the 1st team to complete all of their orders correctly, with the approval of Chef Ramsay, wins. If one thing is missing off the plate, Chef Ramsay throws the entire dish away and makes the team start over. At the end, each team has to eliminate someone, typical reality tv behavior. And everything is "yes chef," "no chef." It becomes fuckin redundant! Seriously, FOX is running out of damn ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scholar: Aired June 6. On this show, 10 high school students compete for a scholarship (valued up to $240,000). These 10 kids have to live in the same house (of course) for a few weeks. Does this scenario sound familiar to you? Each week contestants take a pressure-filled, timed, written exam. Those with the two highest scores put their leadership skills to the test by choosing teams and guiding their groups through a series of math and physics challenges, all while the judges are evaluating every move. Finally, three of the contestants face off in a sudden death oral exam for a separate, $50,000 cash award which they can apply toward their college fund and which will qualify them for a spot in the finals and a chance at the grand prize of $240,000. Is there that much airtime available that these fools of producers don't know what to do with it? I could care less which one of the nerds gets the scholarship. I'm not getting any of the money. I sure as hell need it after the tuition increase coming up this fall. Clemson ain't a cheap school ya know. I'm the one who needs that scholarship, hell 3 even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Bobby Brown: Airing June 30th. Ok again I say, WHO CARES? I don't care how Bobby and Whitney are living. I feel so sorry for their daughter. Bobby is a violent S.O.B; Whitney is on crack and she's no bigger than the string of my thong...NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney &amp; Kevin-Chaotic: We could have survived without that shit cluttering our tv programming. Britney is about as dumb as it gets. She had to BUY a damn husband. He is getting paid like WHOA, and when they get a divorce, he will still get paid. Now they're expecting a kid? God help that child when it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Be A Hilton: Premiered June 21st. UNCALLED FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Surreal Life: The only one I really liked the most was Surreal Life 4 with Chyna (former wrestler) Da Brat (rapper) Adrienne (1st America's Next Top Model winner) Christopher Knight (Peter Brady) Vern Troyer (better known as Mini Me) the guy who was the 1st Calvin Klein model, and one of the original members of the "Go Gos." OMG! That entire season was hillarious! I will say that The Surreal Life is worth my time, because I love this show- this, Real World, Road Rules, some Fear Factor, and an Amazing Race every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this takes the fuckin cake right here. I didn't not even know this existed....A FOX REALITY TV CHANNEL????!!!!! Yes, that's right, "Fox Reality." WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On Tuesday, May 24, 2005, Fox Reality will hit the airwaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxreality.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fox Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; will be one of the largest launches ever for a new network reaching an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxreality.com/detail.php?storyid=64&amp;amp;type=press"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;estimated 18.5 million homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Shows that are set to air during the launch week include Joe Millionaire, Cops, World’s Most Shocking Moments, The Villa, Real Stories of the Highway Patrol, Arrest &amp;amp; Trial, 5th Wheel, Xtreme Dating, and Single Girls. &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/blog/2005/05/fox_reality_cha.html"&gt;http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/blog/2005/05/fox_reality_cha.html&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;GOOD GRIEF! If you want to see what other meaningless shows are airing or in the making, check out this website. &lt;a href="http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111948979218945975?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111948979218945975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111948979218945975' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111948979218945975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111948979218945975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-when-you-thought-it-was-over.html' title='Just when you thought it was over...'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111958806660929131</id><published>2005-06-23T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:41:06.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo shuts down user created chatrooms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8334047/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8334047/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111958806660929131?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111958806660929131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111958806660929131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111958806660929131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111958806660929131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/yahoo-shuts-down-user-created.html' title='Yahoo shuts down user created chatrooms.'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111941856597873639</id><published>2005-06-22T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:36:05.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pp.blackplanet.com/BP-Grafix13" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi4.bpcdn.us/bp-grafix13/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111941856597873639?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111941856597873639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111941856597873639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111941788502436411</id><published>2005-06-22T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:24:45.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kyle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had a completely sexual dream involving you and one of your close friends? This happened to me last night. To protect his identity, I'll call him "Kyle." I've known "Kyle" almost 4 years. When I first met him, I kinda felt something at the time. You know when you see someone you're physically attracted to you're like, "Damn!" This is how I felt when I saw "Kyle." Then I got to know him a little bit, and we became friends. It's nice to have someone to laugh and joke around with. "Kyle" is a cool guy, intelligent, and talented. I actually thought about asking him out at one time, but I chickened out. That was unusual behavior for me because normally when I want to ask a guy out, I do it without fear of rejection. It was different with "Kyle." I truly began to like him a lot within a year of our friendship, but everytime I even thought about asking him out I would freeze. As time progressed, the idea slowly faded away. But back to last night, OH MY! This isn't the first dream I've had about him, but this was certainly the most intense. Now I'm torn. I don't know how to feel about him right now. "Kyle" is one of the coolest guys I've ever met, sometimes he's like a brother to me. I think he's quite sexy and has the most gorgeous set of blue eyes I've ever seen. He's gorgeous, PERIOD! "Kyle" will never hear any of this from me, because he's attached and I completely repspect that. I also don't want things to seem weird after the fact. We have a nice friendship, and I'm happy with that- BUT I can't promise I won't fantasize about him anymore. Although it would have been nice to have known if he's as good in person as he was in my dream. Mmmm.......peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111941788502436411?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111941788502436411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111941788502436411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111941788502436411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111941788502436411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/kyle.html' title='&quot;Kyle&quot;'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111924427260681461</id><published>2005-06-19T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:11:12.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erotica</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I write a lot of poetry in my spare time. It has been coming natural to me for about a year now. I have been through a hell of a lot this past year, and I began to express my hurt, my pain, my sorrow through poetry. As I got over my difficult ordeals, I began to write about happier things. Then, I started getting into my friend's book collection and came across a book from her "Erotica" collection called "Kiss Me Here." Ever since that day, I've really been in to Erotica and other books with very intimate plots that broaden the imagination far beyond you could ever dream. I want to share one of the poems I wrote a few months ago. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. I won't hurt you. I promise. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sweetness of your lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and The gentle touch of your fingertips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Embracing me tightly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our feelings varying slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But we're wanting more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fogging up the windows of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling you grasp my breasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Discovering your sex secrets and I'm impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Capturing the tenderness of your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While thanking the Lord above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling you breathe heavily upon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How great it is not to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The intenseness of our bodies colliding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By no rules, are we abiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You work your magic on me and I'm definitely stimulated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything your doing at this moment keeps me captivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pleasure you to get you yearning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't know, but I'm still learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Both our hormones are frantically racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can feel your heartbeat steadily pacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You kiss me passionately without fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you growl innocently in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You tell me that I turn you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At this point we are completely gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your sweat dripping upon me, I love to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The taste of your lips so tender and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You glide your hands up and down my chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then finally our enuendo reaches its crest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We lie down beside one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the first time I've had a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon we'll have to depart.But following this night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'll stay in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believed that this would lead somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're with me, you act like you truely care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But who knew it meant nothing to you at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how could I have known it would lead me to fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I've learned a lesson from all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I know not to give into your bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you so very much.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For showing me that I can survive without your touch!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111924427260681461?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111924427260681461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111924427260681461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111924427260681461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111924427260681461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/erotica.html' title='Erotica'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111924135231919742</id><published>2005-06-19T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:22:32.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo is being sued.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click the link, read the article, voice your opinion in my comments. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/4554266/detail.html"&gt;http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/4554266/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111924135231919742?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111924135231919742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111924135231919742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111924135231919742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111924135231919742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/yahoo-is-being-sued.html' title='Yahoo is being sued.'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111881843307291789</id><published>2005-06-15T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:53:53.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP! I NEED IDEAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father's Day is coming up this sunday, and I have no idea what to get my dad. I'm tired of getting the typical gifts: tool sets, those dreaded ties he only wears once, shirts with "The World's Greatest Dad," shave kits, shoe shine kits, cologne, and I swear he has a ton of watches. I need different gift ideas. HELP! I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111881843307291789?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111881843307291789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111881843307291789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111881843307291789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111881843307291789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/help-i-need-ideas.html' title='HELP! I NEED IDEAS!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111872534568977184</id><published>2005-06-13T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:02:25.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shocking Verdict....NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah yeah...like we didn't know Michael was going to get off (no pun intended). Who am I kidding, yes there was, lol. He was acquitted on all 8 or 10 counts (can't remember how many) but DAMN! He admitted to at least one of them and STILL...! Good grief people! You know what, the folks who knew damn well that Michael wasn't all there since childhood should have been getting him some help instead of making excuses and sweeping the shit under the rug. We all know Michael didn't have the greatest childhood in the world. Hell, he wasn't even allowed to be a kid. His father abused the fuck out of him, mentally and physically. Bells didn't go off then people????? What about when he kept fuckin with his nose? Bells still didn't go off???? Remember Emmanuel Lewis (Webster)? He idolized Michael, so naturally Michael would take him under his wing. Of course he had him over for sleepovers and such. A documentary on tv showed a video of Michael and "Webster" dancing, singing, and whatnot. Michael is shown holding and carrying "Webster" like a baby, with his hand on his "no no spot." HELLO! MORE BELLS!!! Man I could go on and on with this shit, but you all can watch the VH1 documentary because it goes into more depth about his past life. His close friends and family knew he wasn't right and that he had some strange tendencies, but yet and still they let them go unsaid. I don't doubt for a second that Michael did all that he was accused of. The man is fucked up, honestly! We've known that for a long ass time. Today's verdict, once again, proves that money can buy anything...O.J, prime example. He killed Ron and Nicole and that's all there is to it, but he got off on that shit didn't he? And what about Robert Blake? His ass will get off too...watch. And I don't care wat anyone says, I still believe Courtney Love had a hand in, if not killed Kurt Cobain. Damn he was sexy mofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, although Michael is messed up in the head, I still LOVE his old music! I have all his old albums and 2 of them are vinyl (yeah I said vinyl). The man made great hits. I will always give him props on that...BUT MIKE, GET SOME HELP DUDE! YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE TO JAIL FOR ALL THAT SHIT! Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111872534568977184?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111872534568977184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111872534568977184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111872534568977184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111872534568977184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/shocking-verdictnot.html' title='The Shocking Verdict....NOT!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111835683722847820</id><published>2005-06-09T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:15:48.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those damn Sylvan commercials!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so sick and tired of those Sylvan Learning Center commercials, especially the 2 with the son and mother. The 1st one they aired was the one where the son rolls his report card on his damn skateboard, into the kitchen where his mom was. #1: What kid does that in real life? #2: Could the boy not WALK into the kitchen and hand it to his mom? Anyway, the mom picks up the card and says, "Ahhhh, report card." Well duh lady! It only said REPORT CARD in big ass letters. She reads it...oh here comes the slow forming grin. The son is standing in the corner with his own stupid grin. He comes out and hugs his mom. And if that terrible dramatization wasn't enough, here's another. The 2nd one was mom, dad, and sister getting their house ready for a birthday party. Here comes the son. Get this, this time he gives his mom the report card in the form of a present. Out comes mom's famous line, "Ahhhh, report card" (I think they're killing that line!) Then mom and son come together for another hug. Now I know the commercials are supposed to be dramatized, but come on. A report card for a present? A report card delivered on a skateboard? If my birthday present from my son was a damn report card, I would probably burst out laughing. Then I would ask, "Where's my REAL gift????" And if my son rolled his report card to me on a skateboard, I would look at him like he's lost his damn mind. I'd probably roll it back to him without a second thought. Come on Sylvan. Make it seem a little more realistic and less corny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111835683722847820?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111835683722847820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111835683722847820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111835683722847820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111835683722847820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/those-damn-sylvan-commercials.html' title='Those damn Sylvan commercials!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111820764826911069</id><published>2005-06-08T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:03:35.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which position do you qualify for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://pp.blackplanet.com/BP-Grafix20 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://mi6.bpcdn.us/grafix19/2.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/13324862-111820764826911069?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111820764826911069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111820764826911069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111820764826911069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111820764826911069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-position-do-you-qualify-for.html' title='Which position do you qualify for?'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111820629259733493</id><published>2005-06-07T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:47:27.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the police department today to check on the status of a situation I reported last Friday. To make a very long story short, my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend has been calling me almost nonstop for the past 3 months. Her insecurites are working her big time. Anyway, on June 1, 2005 she left a threatening message on my voicemail, saying that I would have serious problems if I continued to call Drew, initiating meetings, and called me a nasty ni**er bitch. I laughed when I heard it because I couldn't believe she would be that dumb to say that on my voicemail and think that she would get away with it. GUESS AGAIN LITTLE GIRL! I taped the message, took it to the police, and filed an incident report. Today I spoke with the Chief of Police. He had "fat blonde" and Drew in his office right before I arrived. Chief told her, point blank, that the nonsense must stop, and that she is not to call me anymore or she WILL go to jail...no questions asked. I'm glad he told her that. Maybe she'll think twice next time she tries to pull that shit again. Then again, I get the feeling I will be hearing from her soon. I know how her 10 grade drop out mind works. She won't live down the fact that I reported her stupid ass. I could have kicked her trashy ass, but the kid is 17 and I would have gone to jail. She's just not worth the gum on the bottom of my shoe. Poor Drew. He made his bed, now he lying in the shit. That's what you both get!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://pp.blackplanet.com/BP-Grafix5"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/BP-Grafix5/10.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111820629259733493?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111820629259733493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111820629259733493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111820629259733493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111820629259733493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111791476417375294</id><published>2005-06-04T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:14:43.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Waitresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a warm, sunny day here in P-town. Today is my grandfather's birthday. My family (about 23 of us) took him out to eat at Western Sizzlin'. So we arrive at approximately 12:30pm. The tables were supposed to be set up already. ALAS! They were not. While the waitresses were supposedly getting shit together, we just occupy some tables in the meantime. A different waitress walks by and says "Are you guys ready to order?" Does it look like were fuckin ready to order? First of all, you go through the freakin' line to place your order. It's not a sit down, menu, take your order type establishment. Her head wasn't screwed on right. Ten minutes go by, and our tables still aren't set up. How long does it fuckin take to pull 3 or 4 tables together??? Shortly after that thought ran through my head, the waitress tells us our tables are ready. `BOUT DAMN TIME! so, we all go through the line to place our various orders. Guess what? They mix up the orders! Each of us were supposed to get an individual ticket, instead the picked 3 and stapled them together. When we got ready to leave, it took an hour for everyone to find their ticket. On top of that, the 2 waitresses we had acted like they didn't know the difference between steak and chicken. I ordered chicken; she gave me steak. I said "Hun, I ordered chicken." She looked at me with this confused daze and said, "That IS chicken." I'm like "Lady, this is NOT chicken." I finally convinced her that the shit she tried to give me was steak. So she took it back. Another waitresses brought out my correct order. Oh gee thanks. Everyone else is almost finished with their meal. Later on, the "I don't know my head from my ass" waitress came by and asked what I was having to drink, "Dr. Pepper," I replied. Low and behold, she comes back with a diet fuckin coke. At that point, I felt like throwing that soda in her face. I had her take it back. She never brought my Dr. Pepper, so I'm drinking off my mom's second glass of sprite. This was the worst service I have ever received from that place. It'll be a lonnnnnnnnnnnng ass time before I go back again or until they fire her ass. I can't remember her name, otherwise I would post it and tell you all to watch out for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111791476417375294?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111791476417375294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111791476417375294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111791476417375294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111791476417375294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/dumb-waitresses.html' title='Dumb Waitresses'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111787473822053139</id><published>2005-06-04T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:15:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, I'm still up at 4:34am fooling with this HTML mess on my blog. Who came up with this crap anyway? All this &lt;idjjgn^#&lt;isjfjsggfhgbsh&gt;-akijd=ahyud++++++83jhsbghdmnf&gt; How crazy is that shit? Whoever came up with all that jumble didn't have a life. For those out there who deal with HTML on a daily basis, I applaud the fuck out of you! So, funny thing, my friend helped do some of this stuff. I guess he got caught up because after he finished helping me, he deleted his own blog by accident! He had some long ass posts on there. WAY TO GO MR. MALPH! Now he's starting over....poor guy. Oh well, shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111787473822053139?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111787473822053139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111787473822053139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111787473822053139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111787473822053139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-thing.html' title='Funny Thing'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111786578842867160</id><published>2005-06-04T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:39:00.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pp.blackplanet.com/BP-Grafix12"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi1.bpcdn.us/grafix4/2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111786578842867160?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111786578842867160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111786578842867160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111786578842867160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111786578842867160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/tigger.html' title='Tigger!'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13324862.post-111783856836611051</id><published>2005-06-03T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:03:14.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People with too much time on their hands</title><content type='html'>I attend the great "College on the Hill," Tri-County Tech, where our "mascot" is a lynx (eventhough we don't have any sort of team whatsoever). Yeah yeah, hold your applause `til the end. At least I can get all of my "Mickey Mouse" courses out of the way before I set foot on the greatest campus in the south, CLEMSON U! Ok, so I've been attending Tech. since fall 2001, and to this day I STILL see people who go up there just to "hang out." I mean, come on people, GET A FUCKIN JOB! DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE WITH YOUR TIME. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WANT TO "HANG OUT" AT TECH????? It's just as bad now as when we had the pool tables in the student center, but some dumb asses decided they wanted to shoot dice for money. Needless to say they got caught, and the pool tables and arcade were no more. Go figure. Now, they either sit in the cafeteria, or stand outside in a huddle under the big ass tree in the courtyard. I wonder once again, do these people even have a life? Obviously NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13324862-111783856836611051?l=shaathetigeress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/feeds/111783856836611051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13324862&amp;postID=111783856836611051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111783856836611051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13324862/posts/default/111783856836611051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaathetigeress.blogspot.com/2005/06/people-with-too-much-time-on-their.html' title='People with too much time on their hands'/><author><name>Shaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03689038790277014046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
