<?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-5987030829358129608</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:48.710-07:00</updated><category term='cat tricks'/><category term='hello kitty'/><category term='mac'/><category term='plastic surgery'/><category term='new years'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='rock of love'/><category term='rose bowl'/><category term='tv'/><category term='cats'/><category term='art'/><category term='octomom'/><category term='the soup'/><category term='Ipod'/><category term='flea market'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='perez hilton'/><category term='crazy bitches'/><title type='text'>Blog-o-licious!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charityj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169456949631274707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGZBQODKNI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWvPSEgmdbU/S220/DSC02665+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987030829358129608.post-837907294766722346</id><published>2009-02-17T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:16:06.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='octomom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perez hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsXufXg6lI/AAAAAAAAADI/jx3pVegH9ao/s1600-h/DSC03562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsWRVlgFEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/55o-gh36-9g/s1600-h/buck+daddy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303857473266914370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsWRVlgFEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/55o-gh36-9g/s320/buck+daddy!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Late Valentines Day, motherfuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What did all you sweet kittens do for Valentines Day? Husband and I went to dinner. Plain and simple. We've been together 10 years, so the whole novelty thing wore off a while ago. I don't even mean this in a bad way, it's actually nice. We're comfortable. It doesn't mean we don't still love each other to pieces, we do. We just don't feel the need for all the pop and circumstance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news, I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;katy&lt;/span&gt; perry concert a couple weeks ago &amp;amp; stood like, 3 feet from PEREZ HILTON! I love you, Perez. Perez wasn't rude but he didn't have time for your girl because he was busy chasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; (the singer) around like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puppydog&lt;/span&gt;. I kept telling my friend "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perez&lt;/span&gt; for a picture, just hold the camera". I totally lost my nerve and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perez&lt;/span&gt; went through some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vip&lt;/span&gt; entrance to the backstage area and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictureless&lt;/span&gt;. However, my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dolo&lt;/span&gt;, did take this picture while I screamed, "COME BACK PEREZ, I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsYOz24hOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GqSuX3iMjDY/s1600-h/DSC03562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303859628876530914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsYOz24hOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GqSuX3iMjDY/s320/DSC03562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty pathetic, I know. I don't normally get excited about celebrities, but for my Perez, I will make an exception! On another note, how awesome is my cool fake pink hair extensions? I swear, I think I'm like a giant 7 year old who likes to play dress up and doesn't have an adult to stop her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let's talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Octo&lt;/span&gt;-Mom....I hate that bitch. She is SO EFFING CRAZY. I may not be one to talk, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, nice plastic surgery, honey. What the fuck is up with her joker lips and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; obvious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nosejob&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe you should be saving money for all your 90,000 kids. Oh, wait, I forgot....Money is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;superfluous&lt;/span&gt; to you. It's just paper." How mental are you? The next time the mortgage comes due I'll just send them a note saying how money is just paper and see how they accept that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Riiiiiiiiggggggght&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, let's talk about something positive....Oh, the MAC Hello Kitty collection. You know your girl was there for the launch party and was a damn psycho getting all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; Stuff and I even got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; tattoo put on me by a dude wearing leather pants, boots, a giant black leather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; head and nothing else. It was truly a highlight of my life. Go get some o' that makeup! The cuteness factor is just ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Octo&lt;/span&gt;-Hater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987030829358129608-837907294766722346?l=charityslilblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/feeds/837907294766722346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-late-valentines-day-motherfuckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/837907294766722346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/837907294766722346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-late-valentines-day-motherfuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>charityj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169456949631274707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGZBQODKNI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWvPSEgmdbU/S220/DSC02665+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SZsWRVlgFEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/55o-gh36-9g/s72-c/buck+daddy!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987030829358129608.post-5060111801795809675</id><published>2009-01-12T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:51:21.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flea market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose bowl'/><title type='text'>My fun Sunday</title><content type='html'>Guess where I went yesterday? To the Pasadena Rose Bowl Flea Market with my mom! I've never been before. I've lived in LA for 13 years &amp;amp; yesterday was my time. For those who don't know it's like an LA institution. It's this super-mega-ultra Flea Market. Super huge with separate areas for crafts, antiques, new stuff, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some AMAZING stuff! A vintage kimono style dress (that will need a bit of tailoring), a Frida print in this beat up frame (sweet), 5 pairs of kitschy earrings for 20 bucks, a bon jovi slippery when wet concert t (in case you were curious, I DO give love a bad name) &amp;amp; a star wars t that has all the writing in japanese. Fuck, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Husband laughed and laughed at my new dress, telling me I looked like an idiot and asking if I realized I was "not japanese". This from a man who matches his short sets. Needless to say, I'm not paying a whole lot of attention to his opinion. I do realize I'm not japanese or why I would think that in the 1st place since I have blond hair and green eyes and am Irish. (you can insert your own drunken irish joke here)&lt;br /&gt;The cats seemed to enjoy all my new purchases and after much sniffing about, they were all cleared for entry into my closet. Except the Frida print which husband already hung up for me in our loft.&lt;br /&gt;Last night the husband, furchildren and I settled down for a night of Tivo fun, with the fireplace blaring. The kitties love a good fire. We watched The Soup &amp;amp; Rock of Love 3 premiere. We never miss the Soup. I was actually going to skip this season of crazy skank of Love, but decided to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, they didn't even try to pepper in a few normal girls this time. Just all crazy bitches all the time. It's AWSOME! It was the most wonderful hour and a half....ever! Tonight we're going to watch Tool School on VH1. (thank you, tivo, thank you) It looks like a big old hot mess, too. SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;I will update with how horrible/wonderful it is as well.&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXXO,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987030829358129608-5060111801795809675?l=charityslilblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5060111801795809675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fun-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/5060111801795809675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/5060111801795809675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fun-sunday.html' title='My fun Sunday'/><author><name>charityj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169456949631274707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGZBQODKNI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWvPSEgmdbU/S220/DSC02665+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987030829358129608.post-6278854714789996680</id><published>2009-01-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:06:59.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat tricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>New Year....who cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGRbCz2svI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wl0G6-GC0Ls/s1600-h/682843kmxw314ce3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667331306533618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGRbCz2svI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wl0G6-GC0Ls/s320/682843kmxw314ce3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey Kittens! Here we are in a brand new year. I know, everyone is doing the resolution thing. I did nothing for new years except go to bed at 11pm with the cats. How's THAT for excitement, eh? I do have a few resolutions, but unlike I usually do, I'm not going to broadcast them this year. That way, I have no one to be accountable to but myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One that I will share is that I got a IPod Nano for Christmas and now think I'm the coolest thing since seedless watermelon. Now it's just figuring out how to operate it. I know, I'm like, the last person alive who doesn't have Itunes, Ipods and all that craziness down to a science. I would like to learn to do operate this thing without calling my friends who already have Ipods and leaving them obscenity laced voicemails about how much I hate learning this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's weird is I'll sit with one art project and stare at it and reconstruct for hours without even the slightest bit of frustration. So patience obviously isn't the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also got some other cool ass shit for Christmas: some tarina jewelry, a killer 50's style dia de la muertos dress &amp;amp; these amazing Hello kitty high heels that I can't wait to rock like a hot bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another lil' project I just started was making these really cool Kat Von D style shirts where they're all cut up. Her tutorial is really cool, watch it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtEoqwS5urc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtEoqwS5urc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want a new tatt so badly but I really want it on my forearm which will make an unhappy husband. Husband will recover, but I have to live in the real world and I know that some people ain't gonna take your girl too serious if she's got a big ass Hello Kitty blazing down her forearm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287671577701814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGVSN3YklI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9n0wIwchmRY/s320/bitch+jonestown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peace Bitches! XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987030829358129608-6278854714789996680?l=charityslilblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6278854714789996680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearwho-cares.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/6278854714789996680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987030829358129608/posts/default/6278854714789996680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charityslilblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearwho-cares.html' title='New Year....who cares?'/><author><name>charityj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169456949631274707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGZBQODKNI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWvPSEgmdbU/S220/DSC02665+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvYS3ECjXvA/SWGRbCz2svI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wl0G6-GC0Ls/s72-c/682843kmxw314ce3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
