<?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-34893647</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:31.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Games</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116368664253291959</id><published>2006-11-16T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:17:22.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy Half Nekkid Thursday</title><content type='html'>I’m not posting a picture today. If you didn’t notice, I didn’t post a picture last Thursday either. See, I saw that the &lt;a href="http://rubberneckers.blogspot.com/2006/11/half-naked-thursday-exhibitionists.html"&gt;Rubbernecker&lt;/a&gt; had linked my humble Blog the other week. Now, I can assure you that I haven’t been obsessing over his post for the last few weeks. I have much better and more important things to do. However, I have been thinking about one valid point he did make, “These people can't get traffic to their site with their awesome writing ability and so they resort to stripping and exposing themselves to keep the hits rolling in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I did enjoy the hits that my half-nekkidness was bringing to my Blog. I was having fun and reading and seeing great people too. However, I must agree that my Blog should be more about the writing than my body. I realized that there was actually more flesh than substance on my little page. I don’t always have the time to write out a complete idea, but in the future I will try to write more than expose myself. Then maybe I can in good conscience resume Half-Nekkid Thursday Madison style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of writing, isn’t it funny that &lt;a href="http://rubberneckers.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;mister rubbernecker&lt;/a&gt; the critic is quick to point out everyone else’s frailties and faults. Someone needs to look into the mirror. What an asshat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116368664253291959?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116368664253291959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116368664253291959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116368664253291959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116368664253291959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/unhappy-half-nekkid-thursday.html' title='Unhappy Half Nekkid Thursday'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116368259282546874</id><published>2006-11-16T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:09:52.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://worldrps.com/images/rpsver3/news/cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://worldrps.com/images/rpsver3/news/cooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have way too much time on their hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldrps.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=297&amp;Itemid=62"&gt;Paper covers rock?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116368259282546874?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116368259282546874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116368259282546874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116368259282546874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116368259282546874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-much-time.html' title='Too Much Time'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116351202779415724</id><published>2006-11-14T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:47:07.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You paid attention during 100% of high school!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;85-100%  You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high!  Good show, old chap!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/do_you_deserve_your_high_school_diploma" style="color: blue;"&gt;Do you deserve your high school diploma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Create a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/34893647-116351202779415724?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116351202779415724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116351202779415724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116351202779415724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116351202779415724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116342292847300595</id><published>2006-11-13T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:02:08.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked  Is As Wicked Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homokaasu.org/gematriculator/?referer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://homokaasu.org/pics/g/g67.jpg" width="175" height="80" alt="This site is certified 67% GOOD by the Gematriculator" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116342292847300595?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116342292847300595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116342292847300595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116342292847300595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116342292847300595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/wicked-is-as-wicked-does.html' title='Wicked  Is As Wicked Does'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116342227331713887</id><published>2006-11-13T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:52:54.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where You From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The South&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 65%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;That's a Southern accent you've got there.  You may love it, you may hate it, you may swear you don't have it, but whatever the case, we can hear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 59%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Midland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 50%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 47%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 33%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 22%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 13%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116342227331713887?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116342227331713887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116342227331713887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116342227331713887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116342227331713887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-you-from.html' title='Where You From?'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116316397095587063</id><published>2006-11-10T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:06:10.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Towns</title><content type='html'>My Grandmother went to the “Spa” three days a week. They didn’t have gyms back in those days. Well, at least not in like they are now. My grandmother’s spa was like a YWCA. There was a pool and a sauna and it was for women only. She would take me there when I would visit during the summers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a little older I didn’t want to go with grandmother. I wanted to hangout with my grandfather. He would take me down to the “Market” and show me off to his pals. The Market was his stock broker’s office. There was a huge stock ticker scrolling the symbols hanging from the ceiling. I would place my buy order and watch as my stock would go up or down. After the market we would head out to a couple of bars. My Grandfather would drink a beer and I’d have a coke. Then we would go to another bar. I think we would stop off at three or four bars before we headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town life sure was grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116316397095587063?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116316397095587063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116316397095587063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116316397095587063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116316397095587063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/small-towns.html' title='Small Towns'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116281692521135093</id><published>2006-11-06T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T07:42:05.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Carnival</title><content type='html'>The 137th &lt;a href="http://carnivalofthecats.com/"&gt;Carnival of the Cats&lt;/a&gt; is up over at &lt;a href="http://www.crazymeezer.com.au/"&gt;Crazy Meezer.&lt;/a&gt; Go check out all the kitty goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116281692521135093?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116281692521135093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116281692521135093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116281692521135093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116281692521135093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/kitty-carnival.html' title='Kitty Carnival'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116258613911242347</id><published>2006-11-03T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:35:39.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Display</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/archives/002603.html"&gt;Friday Ark 111&lt;/a&gt; is afloat over at the &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/"&gt;Modulator's&lt;/a&gt;. Go check out all the critters on display this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116258613911242347?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116258613911242347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116258613911242347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116258613911242347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116258613911242347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-display.html' title='On Display'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116247302255180408</id><published>2006-11-02T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:15:51.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Nekkid Androcles</title><content type='html'>I remember &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/type0156.html#jacobs"&gt;a story&lt;/a&gt; about a lion with a thorn in his paw. Along came a slave and removed the thorn. The lion was most grateful. Later, the slave was thrown to the lions. However, the lion recognized the slave and didn’t eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Madisonfoot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/400/Madisonfoot.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, I am holding out my foot. I’m trying to get a slave to remove that thorn in the ball of my foot. I would be most grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116247302255180408?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116247302255180408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116247302255180408&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116247302255180408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116247302255180408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/half-nekkid-androcles.html' title='Half Nekkid Androcles'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116242396162908489</id><published>2006-11-01T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:53:50.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>Halloween brings out the “scary” in Daiquiri. It might have been the radiant light from a  pumpkin, but her eyes really started glowing eerily last night. I got down in her face and snapped this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daquireyes.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daquireyes.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then placated with copious amounts of tuna and salmon dinner, she licks away any signs of demon possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daiquirilicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daiquirilicks.jpg" 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/34893647-116242396162908489?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116242396162908489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116242396162908489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116242396162908489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116242396162908489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116239207739197239</id><published>2006-11-01T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:14:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe I drank the whole thing. Last night was an absolute blast, but we won’t speak of Absolute. I seemed to have discovered a “Sea Breeze” last night. Only it was more like a tornado than a breeze. Anyway, this cute bartender guy mixed a great drink. It was Absolute vodka and grapefruit juice with a splash of cranberry juice. A normal sea breeze is vodka and cranberry juice with a splash of grapefruit juice. The devil is in the details let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up dressed as “Snow White.” Here is the picture from the internet site where I bought the costume last year. Unfortunately Sara and I didn’t get pictures. I make a pretty good Snow White. What do you think? Sara dressed up as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. She looked hot, hot, hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/snow_white.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/snow_white.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must have drunk about a gallon of water already this morning. I really need to hydrate after poisoning myself last night. I just couldn’t make it to the gym this morning, but I kinda knew that I wouldn’t make it. I hope your Halloween was as fun as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116239207739197239?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116239207739197239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116239207739197239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116239207739197239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116239207739197239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/11/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116229964551539432</id><published>2006-10-31T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T08:00:45.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>I’m still revved up from this past weekend. Now I have to get ready for the scary events tonight. I’m supposed to go to my neighbor’s house and then Sara and I are going out. I still haven’t fully decided on what to wear tonight. I‘ll have it sorted out by lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaning towards “Snow White,” but I could do a “Tinkerbell.” I think it depends on the weather. All I know is that I’ll have a hard time staying away from all that candy and sweet stuff. Anyway, have a great Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116229964551539432?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116229964551539432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116229964551539432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116229964551539432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116229964551539432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116221352086821021</id><published>2006-10-30T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:05:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Your Engines</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a fantastic weekend. I spent Saturday and Sunday at Atlanta Motor Speedway. I went to see the NASCAR race and was handsomely rewarded with a Tony Stewart victory. Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company has a suite at the track they use to entertain “visiting dignitaries.” Sometimes it’s the grease that makes industry roll. Anyway, I had a great time hanging out with all the sexy drivers and those fast cars. Now I can’t wait until the spring race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116221352086821021?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116221352086821021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116221352086821021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116221352086821021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116221352086821021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/start-your-engines.html' title='Start Your Engines'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116186788525638841</id><published>2006-10-26T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:04:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hands</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about having my nails airbrushed with spooky Halloween images. I didn’t think the little Korean girl could pull it off so I just went with pink. I’m supposed to go out Tuesday night with Sara. I’ll just have to wait and see. The neighbors are going to have a Halloween party too. I have to make an appearance there for sure. Anyway, I still haven’t decided on a costume yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Madisonnails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Madisonnails.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my hands. I remember my grandmother's hands. They were Taoist hands, rough and tender, hardened and soft. Anyway, I feature my hand for &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-and-stormy-hnt.html"&gt;Half-Nekkid Thursday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116186788525638841?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116186788525638841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116186788525638841&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116186788525638841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116186788525638841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-hands.html' title='Halloween Hands'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116182481786433009</id><published>2006-10-25T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:06:57.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Awful</title><content type='html'>I don’t watch a lot of television, but when I do watch the last thing I want to see is Jerry Springer. His show is dreadful. What’s even more astounding is that he has lasted as long as he has on the Dancing with the Stars show. Awful, simply dreadful. Thank goodness for the Discovery Channel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116182481786433009?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116182481786433009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116182481786433009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116182481786433009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116182481786433009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/jerry-awful.html' title='Jerry Awful'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116160492483608023</id><published>2006-10-23T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:04:06.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother’s Quilt</title><content type='html'>I spent all weekend either in bed or curled up on the sofa. I read the Sunday paper, watched college football, watched pro football, and watched NASCAR; Ok that last part isn’t exactly true. The television was on but I mostly napped and kept the fire burning in the fire place. I stayed snuggled up in my grandmother’s quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that my grandmother’s quilt has magical healing powers. She made it out of scraps from my old baby blankets and baby clothes. When I turned sweet sixteen she gave me this wonderful gift. Whenever I’m feeling sad or alone, sick or afraid, that old quilt soothes away whatever ails me. I took that quilt off to Emory with me, and I plan on passing it down to my daughter one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stayed snuggled up in that quilt all weekend long and did my best to shake off the remnants off that horrible cold. I feel really good today. I think I’m almost at 100 percent. I went to the gym and did a light workout. I didn’t want to push myself too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the office early to catch up on some work that I just didn’t feel like getting to. Even though I was at work, I sure didn’t accomplish much. At least It doesn’t seem like I did any real work. Oh well, I got to get ready for my departmental meeting now and get back into the swing of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116160492483608023?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116160492483608023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116160492483608023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116160492483608023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116160492483608023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/grandmothers-quilt.html' title='Grandmother’s Quilt'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116160382555391756</id><published>2006-10-23T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:43:45.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Time</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://carnival.isfullofcrap.com/"&gt;Carnival of the Cats&lt;/a&gt; #135 is up and running over at &lt;a href="http://blogs.chron.com/catcall/archives/2006/10/carnival_of_the_33.html"&gt;Catcall&lt;/a&gt;. Go check out all the hot kitty action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116160382555391756?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116160382555391756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116160382555391756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116160382555391756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116160382555391756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/carnival-time.html' title='Carnival Time'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116125938998328090</id><published>2006-10-19T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:05:01.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT is Back</title><content type='html'>I’m still not feeling 100 percent. However, I will participate in &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2006/10/taco-tuesday-hnt.html"&gt;Half-Nekkid Thursday&lt;/a&gt;. I had to use my old camera for this “Back” shot because I know how to use the time delay. I haven’t learned how to fully use my new camera. Anyway, I just set the timer and fell back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be feeling better next week. Until then…Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116125938998328090?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116125938998328090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116125938998328090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116125938998328090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116125938998328090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/hnt-is-back.html' title='HNT is Back'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116122314499573163</id><published>2006-10-18T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:59:05.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She’s There For Me</title><content type='html'>There’s nothing like the comfort of a good friend when feeling ill. Miss Daiquiri fills that bill to a “T.” She is always there when I need her. In this picture, she’s looking at me like I’m a crazy woman. I had just finished blowing my nose. She had that “I feel so bad for you” look in her face. I just had to snap this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daquirifeels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daquirifeels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she’s waiting for me to get better. She wants to play our kitty games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116122314499573163?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116122314499573163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116122314499573163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116122314499573163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116122314499573163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/shes-there-for-me.html' title='She’s There For Me'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116117820562832824</id><published>2006-10-18T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:31:18.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Haloween Costume Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/martini-costume.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Martini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be For Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Apple Martini would be a perfect costume for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116117820562832824?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116117820562832824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116117820562832824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116117820562832824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116117820562832824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/costume.html' title='Costume?'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116117744955868384</id><published>2006-10-18T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:17:29.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down But Not Out</title><content type='html'>I’m still alive but I’ve been under the weather the last few days. I just didn’t want my three loyal readers to be concerned. I’ve still had to work even though I still have that icky feeling and my body still aches. It would seem that I’ve caught one of those “change of weather” colds. I usually catch one in the early spring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loaded up on juice and vitamins, put and extra blanket on the bed, and have a pantry full of chicken soup. Actually, Nancy and her husband Drew stopped in to check on me last night. They are my neighbors from across the street. Nancy made me a homemade chicken pot pie and Drew changed the filters in my furnace. He said that tapped dust, pollen and animal dander help create an environment that could promote illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m feeling better today than I did yesterday. I haven’t been to the gym but I have been working. It’s a good thing that I haven’t had any face to face meetings this week. I only had one conference call. I guess I picked a good week to get sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116117744955868384?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116117744955868384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116117744955868384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116117744955868384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116117744955868384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/down-but-not-out.html' title='Down But Not Out'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116074754839912319</id><published>2006-10-13T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:52:28.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/archives/002583.html"&gt;The Friday Ark&lt;/a&gt; has set sail at &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/"&gt;Mr. Modulator&lt;/a&gt;. Unlike some carnivals that have snubbed me, the Friday Ark has always included my fuzzy Daiquiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116074754839912319?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116074754839912319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116074754839912319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116074754839912319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116074754839912319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/climb-aboard.html' title='Climb Aboard!'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116069016529253662</id><published>2006-10-12T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:56:05.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daiquiris in Bed</title><content type='html'>Every morning Daiquiri jumps up on the bed and plays in the sheets and the recently added blankets. She likes to get “made up” in the bed. She plays hell under those sheets too. Of course I’m always eager to oblige her cat fancy whims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daiquiribed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daiquiribed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daiquiribed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daiquiribed2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Kitty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116069016529253662?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116069016529253662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116069016529253662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116069016529253662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116069016529253662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/daiquiris-in-bed.html' title='Daiquiris in Bed'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116066345393288824</id><published>2006-10-12T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:27:19.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Sara came over the other night and we took a bunch of pictures with my new Nikon. We had a good time being naughty girls. So today, I’ve decided to expose my stomach. My stomach has been a source of much distress over the last few months. No matter how many sit-ups, or crunches, or leg lifts in the roman chair, I just can’t seem to get rid of my little pooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Madisonstomach.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Madisonstomach.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No piercings and Tat free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy your Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116066345393288824?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116066345393288824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116066345393288824&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116066345393288824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116066345393288824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-half-nekkid-thursday.html' title='Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116052174899732139</id><published>2006-10-10T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:09:09.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/boobies.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abercrombie &amp; Fitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/"&gt;Boobie Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116052174899732139?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116052174899732139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116052174899732139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116052174899732139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116052174899732139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/figures.html' title='Figures'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116049804210118595</id><published>2006-10-10T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:34:02.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>My good friend Sara is coming over for a slumber party tonight. On a &lt;strike&gt;school&lt;/strike&gt; work night too. Actually her roommate Melissa has a business trip to San Francisco and will be gone a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara gets a little creeped out staying by herself, especially after what happened to her a few years ago. Anyway, she is going to hang out with me over the next few nights. Maybe she will show me how to use my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m looking forward to her visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116049804210118595?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116049804210118595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116049804210118595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116049804210118595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116049804210118595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116049768935771510</id><published>2006-10-10T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:28:09.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo!</title><content type='html'>Fellas, look! Yelling out of your truck window, “Whoooo” doesn’t do it for me. Calling out to me, “Hey Baby,” doesn’t do it for me either. If you’re interested in getting my attention calling me, “Sweet cheeks,” or “Hot stuff,” or “Hey Mama,” just won’t get it. As they say here down south, “That Dawg won’t hunt.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to meet me start simple. Introducing yourself with your name is a great start. Please show that you have at least a few manners. Shouting out of the window of your Chevy truck, “Hey bitch…call me,” just doesn’t work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116049768935771510?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116049768935771510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116049768935771510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116049768935771510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116049768935771510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/whooo.html' title='Whooo!'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116024019570621162</id><published>2006-10-07T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:56:35.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Limp Richard</title><content type='html'>I guess the old adage is true. You can’t judge a book by its cover. How can a man with such a great cover be such a loser? Richard had the body, the hair, the career, however he was just lacking in personality. He wasn’t so bad; I guess there was a personality conflict, like he had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chops is really a great restaurant. I’ve eaten there plenty of times. I like their prime rib. It’s really delicious. I know that restaurants prepare food and there is a chance of getting food poisoning no matter where you go out to eat. I just didn’t need a dissertation on safe food handling practices and infectious disease. I just wanted to scream, “It’s a restaurant not a level 3 germ lab for Christ sakes!” I’m surprised this guy even goes out in public without a hazmat suit much less a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known the evening was going to be a bust when he had some gansta-rap cd playing in his car stereo. Richard could have cleaned out his car a little better before picking me up too. It was just a bad first impression. Normally I don’t nitpick but once I got started I just couldn’t stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckhead was a lot of fun. I haven’t gone out down there in a long while. I should have “gotten” a headache and gone back out, after Richard dropped me off back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really a shame because I was smokin’ hot too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116024019570621162?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116024019570621162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116024019570621162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116024019570621162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116024019570621162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/limp-richard.html' title='Limp Richard'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116017006030365671</id><published>2006-10-06T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:27:40.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Wear?</title><content type='html'>I have all these clothes and I just can’t decide on what to wear. I don’t want to dress too provocatively tonight and I have to keep in mind that the evening will be cool. I think we might go out dancing after dinner. Oh! I hope I have a comfortable pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the hair styles. Should I wear it up or down? Pulled back? Oh I just can’t decide. I’ll call Sara; she always has good fashion sense…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Deep breath, relax! Thank goodness for Sara. She suggested the green dress that I wore this past spring when we went to the Braves opening day game. She suggested I take a sweater to throw over my shoulders. Green brings out the color of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my nails done on my lunch break. I had the girl do them in a red burgundy crème color. I don’t do the air brush. I’ll be smokin’ hot tonight for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116017006030365671?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116017006030365671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116017006030365671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116017006030365671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116017006030365671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-to-wear.html' title='What to Wear?'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116014077782858804</id><published>2006-10-06T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:19:37.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Friday</title><content type='html'>Attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Ark #107&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/archives/002576.html"&gt;is up&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/"&gt;The Modulator&lt;/a&gt;, who seems to spend most of his time modulating photographs of various fauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to pop on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mpturner.net/"&gt;Curiouser &amp; Curiouser&lt;/a&gt; this Sunday evening to check out the 133rd edition of &lt;a href="http://carnivalofthecats.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carnival of the Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116014077782858804?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116014077782858804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116014077782858804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116014077782858804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116014077782858804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuzzy-friday.html' title='Fuzzy Friday'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116007275039164326</id><published>2006-10-05T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:25:50.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Photos?</title><content type='html'>I was just looking at my picture. Damn! I need a new camera. My pictures really suck. I have better lips and long luscious legs. You’d never know with the pictures I’ve been posting. I think I’ll go out and get a better camera this weekend. Anybody want to give me lessons on how to use it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116007275039164326?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116007275039164326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116007275039164326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116007275039164326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116007275039164326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/better-photos.html' title='Better Photos?'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116007252435812225</id><published>2006-10-05T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:22:04.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard</title><content type='html'>Richard is a guy I met at the gym. He takes the same spinning class as me. For a long time we would just see each other during class. However, for the last few weeks we have been talking after class. This morning we went to the local Starbucks for a latte…Together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is a doctor and has something to do with infectious diseases, and he has an ass to die for. Ohmigod! He is so cute and charming! I couldn’t believe he actually asked me to meet him for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our spinning class and how our instructor is such a bitch. We talked about work and how he works in a bio-lab at Emory. I told him I graduated from Emory. We know some of the same people, small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally he got around to asking me out to dinner tomorrow night. Of course I said, “Yes.” He wants to go to Buckhead. That’s alright by me. I like “Chops” steakhouse. Anyway, if he plays his card right he just might get laid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-116007252435812225?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116007252435812225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116007252435812225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116007252435812225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116007252435812225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/richard.html' title='Richard'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-116005015985630505</id><published>2006-10-05T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T08:09:19.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT</title><content type='html'>Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone. Admittedly I’ve been out of touch this week, but I wouldn’t forget exposing a piece of myself. Today I’m celebrating my lips. Whether they are busy kissing or tasting, or smiling, I like to show them off. I like to use Clinique lip colors. They have a great selection of reds. Sometimes I use a luscious lip liner. Other times I keep it simple and plain. When I think of my lips, “Sweetness” always comes to mind. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/swakmadison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/swakmadison.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html"target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5425/1614/400/hnt.1.gif" alt="" 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/34893647-116005015985630505?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/116005015985630505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=116005015985630505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116005015985630505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/116005015985630505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/hnt.html' title='HNT'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115992421308061671</id><published>2006-10-03T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:10:13.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I’m not a big activist; however, I think breast cancer is an important cause. I may not have a whole lot when it comes to breasts, but I certainly want to keep the ones I’ve got. They may not be much but their mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast Cancer can be cured with early detection and early treatment. However more can be done. I added the pink ribbon to the sidebar. It links to the &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org/docroot/home/index.asp"&gt;American Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt;. There is a plethora of information on their website. Go! Be informed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115992421308061671?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115992421308061671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115992421308061671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115992421308061671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115992421308061671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115987764045772537</id><published>2006-10-03T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:14:00.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daiquiri Filled Workdays</title><content type='html'>One meeting down and one more to go. Sometimes work interferes with life. However, I do have another Daiquiri picture for your viewing enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/SentryDuty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/SentryDuty1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always looking out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115987764045772537?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115987764045772537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115987764045772537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115987764045772537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115987764045772537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/daiquiri-filled-workdays.html' title='Daiquiri Filled Workdays'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115973744859865844</id><published>2006-10-01T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:17:28.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Sunday</title><content type='html'>We all had a really good time yesterday afternoon. Even though we were closing my pool for the winter, it wasn’t a sad occasion. The margaritas were particularly good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have spent reading and getting ready for work next week. I have some really big meetings with some really important clients. These meetings are the kind that make or break careers. I’m not worried…ok just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch the Falcons win today. That Michael Vick is just so good. I have a pot roast on the stove for my dinner tonight. I loaded it full of potatoes and carrots and onions. I try to make my pot roast just like my Gran made it when I was a little girl. I’m about to make a pan of corn bread to accompany the roast. It will be my lunch for a couple of days next week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to cook. It’s hard to cook for one. I end up cooking a lot all at once and taking it to work for lunch. Stews and casseroles are always good for lunch. Sometimes I take a dish over to my neighbors. I might start putting some recipes up on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115973744859865844?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115973744859865844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115973744859865844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115973744859865844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115973744859865844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiet-sunday.html' title='Quiet Sunday'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115953712974953984</id><published>2006-09-29T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:38:49.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartender: Another Round…</title><content type='html'>…of Daiquiri’s pictures. The &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/archives/002565.html"&gt;106th Friday Ark&lt;/a&gt; is up and running at the &lt;a href="http://themodulator.org/"&gt;Modulator&lt;/a&gt;. Daiquiri is prominently positioned in the number three spot. The Ark is a showcase of people who love their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sundays, the &lt;a href="http://carnivalofthecats.com/"&gt;Carnival of the Cats&lt;/a&gt; is the place to show off your…kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115953712974953984?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115953712974953984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115953712974953984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115953712974953984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115953712974953984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/bartender-another-round.html' title='Bartender: Another Round…'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115946376158291194</id><published>2006-09-28T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:16:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet my Pussy</title><content type='html'>Now that I’ve shown you my silky smooth legs in those wonderful thigh high stockings, let me go all out and show you my pet pussy…&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Daiquiricrashed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Daiquiricrashed1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! That felt deliciously dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wonderfully, sweet kitty cat Daiquiri. She is a Maine Coon Cat and has been my companion for the last few years. She has stuck with me through three boyfriends and a few other gentleman callers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, she is worn out from a long day of sleeping on the window sill, sleeping on my big bed, sleeping on the sofa, eating, and sleeping on one of my dining room chairs. She leads a tough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I play the stereo, she swishes her tail to the music. However, she doesn’t care for the pool or the neighbor’s golden retriever, Barnum. She loves salmon and tuna, but doesn’t care for bonsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiquiri seems to sense the disingenuous men I’ve dated in the past. I’ve just failed to recognize the warning signs. I’m going to try to read her signals a little better in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115946376158291194?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115946376158291194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115946376158291194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115946376158291194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115946376158291194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/pet-my-pussy.html' title='Pet my Pussy'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115944787969339428</id><published>2006-09-28T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:05:05.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Nekkid Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2006/09/porcelain-hnt.html"&gt;Half-Nekkid Thursday&lt;/a&gt; is here. I’m especially excited because this is my first one to actively participate in. One of the reasons I started blogging was to express myself in ways that I really can’t do in my professional and offline life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Madisonstocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Madisonstocking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that trying to get the camera to cooperate was certainly a challenge. I am most proud of my legs though. It has taken many hours of spinning, aerobics and even a little weight training to keep my legs looking so fit. As for the stockings….That’s another story all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115944787969339428?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115944787969339428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115944787969339428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115944787969339428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115944787969339428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/half-nekkid-thursday.html' title='Half-Nekkid Thursday'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115936238434174139</id><published>2006-09-27T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:06:24.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness</title><content type='html'>I was reading over at &lt;a href="http://lemonsandlollipops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lemons and Lollipops&lt;/a&gt; a creepy story about &lt;a href="http://lemonsandlollipops.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hope-they-catch-this-guy.html"&gt;how a sicko man tried to kidnap a little child from the mall&lt;/a&gt;. The little boy was only about two feet away from his mother. I shudder to think….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that story all night. I often worry about my personal safety. I’m a young single girl living alone in a big city. I feel safe in my neighborhood, but when I’m out at night or early morning I try to look out for danger. I have taken some self defense classes too. I think the biggest lesson I learned was to simply be aware of my surroundings. Someday when I have children, I’ll try to teach them to be aware of their surroundings. (Easier said than done…right Moms and Dads?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a horrible commentary that we have to be on guard 24/7. I know I’m prone to slip up from time to time, usually when I have been drinking. I don’t want to feel like I’m a prisoner either. I hate feeling so vulnerable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115936238434174139?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115936238434174139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115936238434174139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115936238434174139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115936238434174139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/awareness.html' title='Awareness'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115931629898017394</id><published>2006-09-26T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:18:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss and Make Up</title><content type='html'>Sara and I had a little conversation at the gym this morning. We are the best of friends. We were sorority sisters at Emory together…Kappas forever! Anyway, we don’t stay mad at each other for very long. We had a late lunch at Embers Grill today. They make the best beer right there in the restaurant. I had to have one with my steak salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the last weekend for the pool. You can kind of see it in my profile picture. The water is just too cold now. I called the pool service to come next Monday and winterize it. That’s always a sad day. Anyway I decided to have a pool closing party this Saturday. It was really Sara’s idea. I’m only having a few close friends over. Besides it is kind of short notice. We’ll drink Margaritas and grill chicken. I might even try &lt;a href="http://stopthebarkingdogs.blogspot.com/2006/09/smack-yo-mama-bbq-chicken.html"&gt;Mr. Bostick’s recipe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the leaves will start to change around here. I live close to the mountains. I’m just a little North of Atlanta. I’m close enough to the city to do fun stuff, but just far enough away to avoid all the bad crime. If I drive up the road about half an hour I’m in the mountains. I like the pretty leaves. It almost makes up for being too cold to swim…Not really but it makes me feel a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115931629898017394?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115931629898017394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115931629898017394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115931629898017394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115931629898017394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/kiss-and-make-up.html' title='Kiss and Make Up'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115923684919724985</id><published>2006-09-25T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:14:09.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge...</title><content type='html'>The Apple Martinis were soooo good I had three. Bobby behaved like a perfect gentleman, and Sara, that witch, didn’t show up. She said something about a last minute dinner engagement. I’m so gonna get her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her idea that I start this blog thing anyway. She doesn’t have the guts to do one herself. Just wait until Michael insists on taking you out…. I’ll tell everyone who reads here, all two, just how you slept with him to get his chemistry notes. Slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, she just makes me so mad sometimes. I'm sure you guys don't want to hear about Sara and me being all trampy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115923684919724985?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115923684919724985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115923684919724985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115923684919724985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115923684919724985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/revenge.html' title='Revenge...'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115919884659981221</id><published>2006-09-25T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:42:14.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/Bobbyflowers.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/320/Bobbyflowers.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Falcons play tonight. Although I did watch that dreamy Payton Manning play a little bit yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is a coworker and such a sweetie. He hates it that I call him Bobby too. Anyway, he brought me a bouquet of flowers for my desk today, and invited me out for a drink after work tonight. I told him that I don’t date coworkers. He insisted that it wasn’t a date. He just wanted my company for a pre-game cocktail. Right! He so wants to date me (sleep with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I’d go only if Sara could come along. He said sure. I emailed her and she said she would meet us at the neighborhood pub. Actually we all meet up there after work. We wait until the traffic on 400 clears out. I could go for an apple martini about now. We’ll have two drinks and then head home. Bobby’s cute and all, but we work together. I’d hate to get that promotion and then have to fire him because I slept with him. It’s just better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I got a lunch meeting today. So I better quit fooling around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115919884659981221?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115919884659981221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115919884659981221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115919884659981221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115919884659981221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/silly-me.html' title='Silly Me'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115911768131461672</id><published>2006-09-24T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:08:01.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Plans</title><content type='html'>I wish I could get just one more day by the pool. I’m really going to miss summer. My fall clothes fit way better though. I like my oranges and tans and browns. There is something just so comfortable about lying about in sweats too. I’m gonna curl up on the couch and watch the Falcons play football today. Those uniform pants are just so yummy tight. I might even watch some of the NASCAR race too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really like sports but I like to know what everyone is talking about at the office on Monday. I know that my boss’s boss is a big sports fan. If I want to get ahead in the company I need to keep up with the local sports scene. It makes my clients more comfortable with me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115911768131461672?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115911768131461672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115911768131461672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115911768131461672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115911768131461672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-plans.html' title='Sunday Plans'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115911592111543339</id><published>2006-09-24T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:50:51.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>I just love that movie. Tom Hanks is such a cutie. I could watch it again and again. Meg Ryan is so wonderful too. I think she screwed up her nose after she did that movie. I liked Sleepless in Seattle even though Tom and Meg aren't really in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't like that Rosie O'Donnell either. She's so loud and obnoxious. You know she's in the View now. Ack Ack good think I work during the day. No Tivo for that show. You've Got Mail is just a friendly little movie that comforts me like my Mama's pot roast...comfort food you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiquiri really went crazy over that salmon last night. It turned out better than I expected. &lt;a href="http://stopthebarkingdogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Bostick&lt;/a&gt; is  so funny.  He left me a recipe I'm gonna halfta try it. I'm gonna try is sauce too. I bet it's delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115911592111543339?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115911592111543339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115911592111543339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115911592111543339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115911592111543339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115903836944232588</id><published>2006-09-23T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:06:09.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and a Movie?</title><content type='html'>After staying out late last night, I'm looking forward to staying in tonight. I think I'll sip a little wine, listen to some music, and flip through a stack of magazines. Maybe I'll rent a movie. I need to rest because I have a tough week at work ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll broil a salmon filet with butter and garlic for dinner. I'll make a big salad and flake the salmon on top of it.  I could toast some french bread to go with it. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiquiri goes crazy when I broil fish and salmon is one of her favorites. I think she likes it even better than catnip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115903836944232588?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115903836944232588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115903836944232588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115903836944232588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115903836944232588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/dinner-and-movie.html' title='Dinner and a Movie?'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115903677729174472</id><published>2006-09-23T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:39:37.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>I spent the morning with my Spinning class. I really like the instructor, she knows just how hard to push us. There is this one girl who really gets on my last nerve. She is always flaunting herself at the cute guys at the gym. Don't get me wrong. I like to flirt, but this girl goes over the top practically throwing herself at them. I know these guys think that she's easy. I just hate to see a girl lower herself like that. She seems really smart and kinda cute. she doesn't have to behave that way. After she gets used a few times, she figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115903677729174472?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115903677729174472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115903677729174472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115903677729174472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115903677729174472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34893647.post-115900393364013692</id><published>2006-09-23T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T05:32:13.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Madison, Happy Birthday to me. I just turned twenty-five yesterday and I'm starting this Blog to document my life, my loves and my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really have much of a life and my love life doesn't exist. But I do have a cat. Besides, my friend Sara really likes blogging so I promised her I'd try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34893647-115900393364013692?l=madison-wicked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/feeds/115900393364013692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34893647&amp;postID=115900393364013692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115900393364013692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34893647/posts/default/115900393364013692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madison-wicked.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Madison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03811269372364540412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5849/3872/1600/PoolMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
