<?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-3218101329206997344</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:13:08.470-07:00</updated><category term='Masturbation'/><category term='Santa Baby'/><category term='New Sex Video'/><category term='New Years 2008'/><category term='Southern Charms'/><title type='text'>Betty's BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>A professional by day, but a very naughty girl behind closed doors... I'm your online girlfriend: Betty. Now take my hand, we're about to have some fun!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-403576339858779730</id><published>2008-11-26T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:01:14.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok... I am sorry I have not kept up with my Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SS1BumF5VVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OcahZooWKT4/s1600-h/PB063205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SS1BumF5VVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OcahZooWKT4/s320/PB063205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272943007475782994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny, in a matter of a day your entire world can change, without warning and time to plan ... I have a brand new adventure ahead of me and I think HIM for setting me free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I have not kept up with my Diary, but in all honesty, the photo above says it all! I have been living life, and forgot about my BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am newly single and been living it up, hey why not? I'm still young and have been a good girl for qite some time now, so its time to come out of my shell and start living again! Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at the beach, where I feel most at home and around all my wonderful friends and life is GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy getting all your emails, and I thank you for the concerns but I promise ya, I am doing swell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise I will keep my Blog updated as often as I have in the past, but I promise to check in every now and then to let you know what I am up to, deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always check out my website, and from my photos and video see what kind of trouble I am finding ... ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.... Hugs, Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My website www.BettyBettyBetty has been taken over (boo hoo) during all the madness, I forgot to renew it, and someone came right behind me and STOLE it from me aaarrggg... so all my banners and advertisements are going to a page that is NOT mine, what a BUMMER! You can still find me at the long address, just not as easy to remember: &lt;a href="http://www.southern-charms4.com/bb/"&gt; http://www.southern-charms4.com/bb/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-403576339858779730?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/403576339858779730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=403576339858779730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/403576339858779730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/403576339858779730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-ok-i-am-sorry-i-have-not-kept-p-with.html' title='Ok, Ok... I am sorry I have not kept up with my Blog...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SS1BumF5VVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OcahZooWKT4/s72-c/PB063205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-7490027434224873992</id><published>2008-06-24T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:47.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikinis &amp; Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SGDsQKJCAQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oKQn_XBWQXY/s1600-h/Picture+2+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SGDsQKJCAQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oKQn_XBWQXY/s320/Picture+2+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215428130839331074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its summer time! Been working on my tan lines and working my butt off at the 9-fiver - uuhhgg! Sorry I have not posted in a while, been super busy! I have been updating my photos and several new videos added to my galleries, just lacking on my Blog and for those of you who read this, Im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on in my world! I sold my home and moved into a cozy condo. I love it! So that has taken up a lot of my free time, but things are settling down now and I have a little more PLAY time :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of my long time fans offered to pay me good money for one of my bra and panty sets - I agreed, but shocked someone would actually pay for them HA HA. Thats pretty cool, I am waiting to hear back from him which set he wants, I love them ALL they are so pretty, I hope he doesn’t choose one of my favorites!!! I am sure they will be in good hands and taken care of - giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my babies (my dogs) to the groomers to get their summer hair cut this past weekend, they look sooo CUTE! I love it, but I don’t think they do! They look like little lions; I guess that is why they call it the "Lion" cut - DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.... someone side swiped my new car! AAARRGG! $1300 in damages, I am so upset. The worst part, I drove off from the parking lot, and when I turned on my windshield wipers the note from whoever did it, went flying - I did not see the note ... so that was NOT a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the drama in my life! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy summer is here! I love relaxing pool side with a good book, just started my new summer read, I have wanted this book for a while now, but I’m almost done, and I just bought it! I am a HUGE Glenn Beck fan, so I bought his new book. I love his twisted sense of humor! ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a new phone, so I decided to buy the Verizon Juke. Its small compared to my old Blackberry – but I absolutely LOVE IT! I have had it for about a week now, and have loaded about 150 songs onto it so far. I spent 5 hours at the pool last weekend, and I played the music the entire time, when I left the pool I still had ½ of the battery left, how cool is that? I am sure the newness will wear off soon, but for now I like playing with all the buttons! I bought the teal green one, its so pretty! I wish they had pink though – oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I am off work today, gotta go pack my beach bag, get my bikini out of the dryer and fill the cooler with a few ice cold Coronas and go get my tan on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Betty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-7490027434224873992?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/7490027434224873992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=7490027434224873992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7490027434224873992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7490027434224873992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/06/bikinis-beer.html' title='Bikinis &amp; Beer'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/SGDsQKJCAQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oKQn_XBWQXY/s72-c/Picture+2+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-3250439882511319847</id><published>2008-03-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:48.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Porn Star" Is A Label That Lives With You Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BQcGUDYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmqUz06j1aE/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BQcGUDYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmqUz06j1aE/s400/A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179228015137349986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget when I was getting ready to make my amateur website live almost four years ago, my good friend warned me... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Remember that "Porn Star" is a label that lives with you forever so be prepared for the negative feedback from some. Once your photos are on the Internet, they are there forever."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have always been a non-judgmental person. I only surrounded myself with the same, so I never really took the advise to heart, because I didn't have anyone in my close circle that would judge me on my decisions, because after all, I am a good person, and unless someone told you I had a "porn" website, you would never in a million years guess I would do such a thing if you met me in person. I don't go around announcing my private affairs, I don't take drugs, nor do I dress or act the part.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of this conversation last year when someone I barely knew went prying in my personal affairs and discovered my secret, and it was devastating to say the least. How can someone call themselves a Christian and do the things they have done? The Christian thing to do would be to offer to take one to church and be a better person, not try to destroy someone's life because their morals are different. Sin is sin, and purposely trying to destroy someone's life is far worse than taking nudie pictures and posting them on the Internet. Period.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I am not a "Porn Star", porn stars are treated like royalty. Look at all the porn stars, they make a crap load of money, and do far worse than I have ever or will ever do on film. I have never posed in photos with a bunch of men, I am not a whore and I am not doing anything in my bedroom that my neighbors are not doing or WISH they were doing, except I am recording it - Big Whoop-Di-Do! Hey we all have sex. What's the big flippen deal? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can go to the gas station right now and pick up a porno mag for a few bucks and see far worse than you will view on my website. I don't understand, a girl can pose for Playboy and be looked up too, but if you have an amateur website your a WHORE. What's the difference? 90% of my photos are me posing in sexy lingerie and high heels and I have ONE, I repeat ONE male guest in my photos - the same male, so how does that make me a whore?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I take sexy photographs and put them on the Internet to make money. Nothing I would even consider porn except in the most prudish manner. Nakid pictures are nothing to get all hot and bothered over, at least in this sense. Most of my pictures show me scantily clad or fondling myself. Hell, what's wrong with fondling yourself?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The reason I am writing about this today, is I have just been reminded again this past weekend, how true my girlfriends advise was... I will always be labeled, and it is something I will have to live with forever, regardless if my site is still on the Internet or not. So if people are going to talk about me either way whether it is my past or my present - Might as well hold my head up high and live my life the way I chose to do so. I cant make people like me, and that's just what it all boils down too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do find it odd that I am being looked at like a monster, uhhh HELLO! I'm not the only chick in the world posing nude for the camera! Hell, for all you know your own neighbor could have a website, I personally have friends who have websites that are in every profession you could imagine from the cashier at the department store, airline stewardess, hair dressers, realtors to city employees! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lets not forget Hollywood Starlets...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears, giving the media crotch shots, sans her panties, Paris Hilton and Pamela Anderson make sex videos, Vanessa Williams - She was Miss America at one time, before Penthouse published nude photos she had posed for when she was 18. Guess what, they are all REAL people, and their family and friends stuck by them, they didn't throw them out like garbage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Normal everyday people posing nude on the Internet.... Frenchie worked for a porn/cam site and was kicked off American Idol, however she went on to lead a successful career on Broadway, Antonella Barba a young girl from last season had racey photos appear on the Internet, and on the current 2008 season there is a guy on there who used to be a male stripper - People still watch the show, they are not a "disgrace" to their families or the World as they get up on the stage then and NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I use American Idol, as an example, because they are "normal" people, who have done the same thing - naughty photos on the Internet.  You know what, they have had to deal with the media, and their private business being told to the entire world, kinda like what someone tried to do to me...  The only difference is their friends and family stuck by them, comforted them, and told them it would be "ok"..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Really, who cares? Ill stop there, but really I could do this all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to have sex, we all want to think we're beautiful, sexy, hot. We all have problems, but me posing on the Internet is NOT one of your problems, so quit making it one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all need love and understanding and there is so much more to life than to worry about what everyone else is doing, and life is much more enjoyable when you have an open heart and an open mind and just accept the fact that we are all unique and different and some just may live a little bit different than you, but that does not make them a bad person. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Someone you know posing nude on the Internet should be the farthest from your worries, there are drug dealers, kidnappers, murderers out there on the streets, our corrupt government - your worries or concerns should be focused on something more significant where it actually affects your quality of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom activities does not involve you, therfore is not of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you, and if you were not snooping through my private affairs, you would have NEVER known! So you have no one to blame but your own self, all the hurt, anger and whatever else you feel you brought upon yourself... It's not my fault. Who does what you did to me? I have never heard of anyone doing these things to another person. How do you not feel ashamed for your actions? I could not do to my WORST enemy, what you have done to me. What you did was far worse than PORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, we all have a past and secrets we don't want others to know. Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones. And you have the biggest glass house, of anyone I know. You may not agree with PORN, but I don't agree with your past or present for that matter - but I never smeared your name through the mud, called you out on your mistakes, nor judged you. It's your life, you have to look at yourself in the mirror each morning as do I, and if your ok with what you see in the mirror then that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom line:&lt;/strong&gt; Live and let live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-3250439882511319847?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/3250439882511319847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=3250439882511319847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3250439882511319847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3250439882511319847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/03/porn-star-is-label-that-lives-with-you.html' title='&quot;Porn Star&quot; Is A Label That Lives With You Forever'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BQcGUDYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmqUz06j1aE/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-7168219694790125978</id><published>2008-03-13T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:48.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Yall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BXCGUDYaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2CDNzrSzGso/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BXCGUDYaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2CDNzrSzGso/s320/007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179235265042145698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sooo SORRY I have been MIA for a little while... please forgive me!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received so many emails asking if I'm "ok" - YES, I am good... just LIFE interrupting my porn schedule, that's all!- ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh, I dont know where to start, or if I should even mention all the new happenings in my life, I mean its not SEXY or HOT just normal life STUFF... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want Sexy, and HOT stop reading now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I warned you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks ago, when I first went MIA I learned my baby Priscilla was pregnant - YIKES! I did NOT plan for this, and took every precaution other than getting her "fixed", you know the whole diaper and separating bit... well, I don't know the first thing about canine reproduction (not my specialty) and did NOT know that they get pregnant AFTER their heat cycle... and of course, I was not taking any precautions... so long story short.... my baby was getting really fat, I took her to the vet and had an X-Ray taken, he said "congratulations" she was going to have 5 babies in about 10 days and exactly 7 DAYS later, I had 5 precious puppies.... thank goodness I am not a procrastinator and was READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be 3 weeks old tomorrow - Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say... I have been a mother to those cute little babies.. hey, does this make me a MILF??? .........  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard work, and I have no clue how people can breed for a living, when all is said and done I will put less than 1K in my bank account, which is a lot of money... BUT when you break down the late hours,  and loss of sleep it comes out to pennies.... my babies are going to be 3 weeks old tomorrow, and now actually look like REAL puppies and it brings me to tears that I will have to let them go in 5 weeks... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep them for 8 weeks, the norm is 6 weeks, but they are a small breed and my vet said 8 weeks will be better for them... so as much as this has put a dent in my schedule, I have to do what is best for them, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 babies have homes already, and that is a BIG brick off my shoulders, but that is what I have been doing in my spare time, and so I apologize for not keeping my diary up to date... just had other things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied for a new job with a major airline, and am waiting to hear back from them for an interview - I'm ready for a career change.  NO I am not going to give up my website, but my current 9-5 is just too much for me - lots of hours and stress and the pay is not worth it. I am over qualified for my position anyway, I should be making MUCH more than I am... hell I am still paying my damn student loans off.... Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the flu bug that was going around about 2 weeks ago, but I am better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, this is just a BITCHY diary entry, and Im sorry... but HEY, I am a real person and even though I have a pornsite, I am still REAL and I just felt like spilling my guts out... so there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... I feel better! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - (ha ha) I updated my photos, as well as added 2 new video's to my Video Gallery :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Betty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-7168219694790125978?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/7168219694790125978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=7168219694790125978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7168219694790125978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7168219694790125978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia-sorry.html' title='Howdy Yall!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R-BXCGUDYaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2CDNzrSzGso/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8857112853043537037</id><published>2008-02-11T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:48.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern Charms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Sex Video'/><title type='text'>Home Alone &amp; Horny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R7BXn0Iv-II/AAAAAAAAAE8/URyo9cQ528s/s1600-h/BBblowjobthumbnail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R7BXn0Iv-II/AAAAAAAAAE8/URyo9cQ528s/s400/BBblowjobthumbnail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165725114115815554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wonderful things about masturbation, nobody knows what you like more than yourself, right. You can also think about whatever you want, no matter how naughty it might be and nobody but you ever has to know. I like to think about all the kinky things I want to try, &amp; all the naughty things I want others to do to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a big fan of masturbation. It’s something I discovered at a very young age, and have happily been engaging in ever since. My methods have changed over the years, but the results are still the same, a nice, warm, wet, tingly feeling between my legs! Obviously now I’m very sexually active but among all the sex I have, I always find time to masturbate. To be completely honest, I’ve found with myself that the more sex I have, the more I tend to masturbate. It’s not that the sex doesn't satisfy me, it definitely does…but the more satisfaction I get, the more I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do it more, and occasionally I do it less, but on average twice a day I’ll spread my legs and truly enjoy myself. I use my toys a lot, I keep some of my favorites by the bed at all times, but often it’s just me and my fingers. Masturbation is a wonderful thing, something that should be enjoyed by everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recorded my first VIDEO - Home Alone &amp; Horny - The Video will be live on my website this week.. it is a first for me, I have lots of XXX photos of me masturbating, but have yet to post a FULL SOUND Video ... I hope you get as much pleasure out of it as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to hear the feedback on the Video - I love hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Betty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8857112853043537037?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8857112853043537037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8857112853043537037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8857112853043537037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8857112853043537037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-alone-horny.html' title='Home Alone &amp; Horny'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R7BXn0Iv-II/AAAAAAAAAE8/URyo9cQ528s/s72-c/BBblowjobthumbnail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-2032701638337117332</id><published>2008-02-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:48.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R64a8UIv-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cZjcckZUJ4A/s1600-h/BB+BJ+Thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R64a8UIv-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cZjcckZUJ4A/s400/BB+BJ+Thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165095446140418162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, when I got home from work, I was really horny and I really wanted to get off, so I grabbed the camera, set it up on the tripod, and made a little video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have been very naughty, for the FIRST time I recorded me giving one of my "friends" some oral pleasure ... OMG! I have been a verrry BAD Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting it LIVE on my website this coming week!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-2032701638337117332?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/2032701638337117332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=2032701638337117332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2032701638337117332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2032701638337117332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-video.html' title='New Video'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R64a8UIv-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cZjcckZUJ4A/s72-c/BB+BJ+Thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-4682211138893924726</id><published>2008-02-02T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:49.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Head ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R6SdqaFPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/67vDUSbjqzw/s1600-h/roadhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R6SdqaFPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/67vDUSbjqzw/s400/roadhead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162424424754816498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R6SdlKFPpeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Owwq_TT8EtE/s1600-h/BBMainBanner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R6SdlKFPpeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Owwq_TT8EtE/s400/BBMainBanner1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162424334560503266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-4682211138893924726?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/4682211138893924726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=4682211138893924726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4682211138893924726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4682211138893924726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-head.html' title='Road Head ;-)'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R6SdqaFPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/67vDUSbjqzw/s72-c/roadhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-2639470353026549723</id><published>2008-02-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:02:28.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Presidential Quiz - Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who You Should Vote For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whoshouldyouvoteforquiz/vote.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama: 60%&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton: 47%&lt;br /&gt;Ron Paul: 47%&lt;br /&gt;John McCain: 33%&lt;br /&gt;Mitt Romney: 27%&lt;br /&gt;Mike Huckabee: 13%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on the war in Iraq: Ron Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on the economy: Hillary Clinton, and Mitt Romney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on health care: Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on taxes: Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on abortion: Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you agree with on gay rights: Ron Paul and John McCain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whoshouldyouvoteforquiz/"&gt;Who Should You Vote For?&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/3218101329206997344-2639470353026549723?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/2639470353026549723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=2639470353026549723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2639470353026549723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2639470353026549723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/02/silly-presidential-quiz-interesting.html' title='Silly Presidential Quiz - Interesting...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-7676032335612614052</id><published>2008-01-28T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:49.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun @ The Post Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R57NfaFPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v04bicJhpeQ/s1600-h/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R57NfaFPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v04bicJhpeQ/s320/045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160788162474124738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Just checking in, hope all is well with you in your world. I have been a really good girl this week, so nothing too exciting really to write about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a funny thing happen to me the other day though *giggle*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold a bunch of my lingerie last week ( gotta make room for new stuff - I have SO MUCH!), I had boxed everything up real nice and loaded all 12 boxes full of goodies and on my lunch break I ran to the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big production as I had to make several trips out to my car and back to the counter, because there was just too much to carry in one or three trips. It was obvious the people standing in line behind me were getting a little upset that I was taking so long as the guy was weighing in all my boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy behind the counter was very nice (and cute). He asked if I sold on ebay, I told him yes. So he then tells me I could save money if I changed out my packaging on a few of the boxes for flat rate shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about it for a second, if I unpack these boxes and repack at home I will have to spend another lunch break standing in line OR I could just do it here in front of all these people who are also on their lunch break who are already glaring at me for taking so long.... hmmmm..... what's a girl to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he told me I could save 30 bucks, I figured what the hell, so I DID! I unpacked all that lingerie and panties and nighties right there in the middle of the lobby - ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny, I got a kick out of it! So anyway, if you ever have to ship anything (now I know) the post office has a flat rate shipping box - as much as you can squeeze into it for less than $10! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe Ill have something more exciting to write about next time - all work no play for me lately - boo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, Betty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-7676032335612614052?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/7676032335612614052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=7676032335612614052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7676032335612614052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7676032335612614052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-post-office.html' title='Fun @ The Post Office'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R57NfaFPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v04bicJhpeQ/s72-c/045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8067953441939135270</id><published>2008-01-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:49.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R5VdyGnKqII/AAAAAAAAAEM/j9pZfhkZELo/s1600-h/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158132063572502658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R5VdyGnKqII/AAAAAAAAAEM/j9pZfhkZELo/s320/girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a weekend, I had the best of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a girls night in the city - we rented a party bus to take us all there, so we didn't have to worry about who was going to be the D.D. I am not sure if we had more fun in the bus or at the club itself, its a toss up..... the club played some awesome 80's music, I totally was enjoying myself and showing my age amongst all the youngins who looked like they just turned old enough to drink, while lip singing to guns-n-roses and whitesnake - ha ha -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having fun teasing lots of guys, and we all made up "stage names" we had a hard time keeping up with our fake names as the night grew... ha ha... I dont know why we play these silly games, I guess to pass the time, it gets kinda boring standing around waiting for the alcohol to kick in so we try to keep ourselves entertained I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced a lot, I drank too much wine, but all in all it was a blast. I don't get out but once or twice a month with the girls because of my busy schedule, so when I do get out I am like a kid in a candy store with all the hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is gay and he is the ONLY guy allowed to hang with us on "Girls Night", he is the MOST FUN to hang with, he cracked me up all night. I just love hanging with him, he is Fab-U-lous and was definitely was the best dress guy there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go home solo, incase you were wondering! What kinda girl do you think I am (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a get together on Sunday to watch the game, they loved my BBQue Meatballs - and made a promise to bring them again for the Super Bowl Party... they are very yummy - Ill post the recipe here later, its an easy dish that is always a crowd favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had a chance to answer my email - I will get to it this week - PROMISE! Just not enough hours in the day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a grat weekend! Feel free to post comments here, I know you guys are reading this - Now leave me some messages dang it! - he he..... XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettybettybetty.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158130659118196850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R5VcgWnKqHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZY43h6180EA/s400/bettybetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8067953441939135270?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8067953441939135270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8067953441939135270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8067953441939135270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8067953441939135270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/01/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Silly Girls'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R5VdyGnKqII/AAAAAAAAAEM/j9pZfhkZELo/s72-c/girls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-4621958629564549946</id><published>2008-01-12T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue Nighty *giggle*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4l2mmnKqFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eUz0TkcRqtM/s1600-h/DSC08187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154781654074173522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4l2mmnKqFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eUz0TkcRqtM/s400/DSC08187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't laugh at yourself, everyone will do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Sometimes, you really have to just giggle at your own mistakes. I learned that the other day when I went to the dry cleaners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had emptied out my "dry cleaning" hamper, filled with mostly business attire (slacks, blazers and a few blouses), and dropped it off at the cleaner's in the VIP overnight "drop off" on my way home from work on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned Friday to claim my items, so I will have clean clothes to wear to work next week. The guy was grinning when he handed me my bag. He told me the price, which was cheaper than I expected. I paid, and as soon as I returned home and started to put away my clothes, then saw what he was smirking about. Attached to my garment bag was a little note: "Sorry we couldn't get stains out of blue slip. Fee was reduced." And that's when it dawned on me.. Stains? Blue Slip? Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Sure enough, there was the blue slip that I threw in the "dry clean only hamper" so it would not get mixed with my normal wash, and I placed it in this hamper for the time being with every intention of taking it out and trying to hand wash it when I had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had worn this slip in a set of photos I had taken for my website, unfortunately, I had my hands coated in baby oil when I was posing for the camera. Set in the dainty blue silk material were HAND PRINTS across the boobs. LOL I had to wonder how hard they'd tried to remove the oil from the silk. There was no doubt that the stains were hand prints. *giggle* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now I have a new rule. When taking anything to the dry cleaners, I will check to make sure there are no pervy stains on my stuff BEFORE I drop them off to be cleaned. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little embarrassed, I wonder if they took a photo of my nighty and placed it on a bulletin board in the break room... *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettybettybetty.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bettybettybetty.com/bettybetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-4621958629564549946?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/4621958629564549946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=4621958629564549946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4621958629564549946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4621958629564549946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-cant-laugh-at-yourself-everyone.html' title='My Blue Nighty *giggle*'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4l2mmnKqFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eUz0TkcRqtM/s72-c/DSC08187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-9080494470591551469</id><published>2008-01-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:49.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company X-Mas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4Oh2mnKqBI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa-N20PpXrg/s1600-h/xmasparty07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153140358091810834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4Oh2mnKqBI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa-N20PpXrg/s400/xmasparty07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now it's been three weeks, and the water cooler gossip is STILL going on. I'm sure by now the story has completely changed. Rumor probably tells it differently, but it really was just some innocent flirting aided by a couple of drinks. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've mentioned before, how some of the women make the office water cooler gossip about me, but sometimes... I just have to giggle as I walk by. The latest stories of "The Company Holiday Party" are probably going to be around for a few months. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My company had rented a beautiful hall at a local 5 star hotel. It was absolutely beautiful, yummy food, a dance floor, and a great DJ. I love getting dressed up! I wore a long beautiful red gown, and pinned my hair up in a french twist. Wore my favorite pearl earrings and matching necklace. It was neat to see everyone who you see on a day to day basis all decked out in formal attire, I didn't even recognize some of them! A few of them clean up real nice (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party started off with the usual small talk - about business, new contracts and goals for the coming year... BORING! I had a few glasses of champagne and was ready to get the party started, I was not there to talk about business, I wanted to let loose, have fun and take full advantage of my companies generosity of picking up the tab at the end of the night *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the free booze was probably what started it all. Ha ha. but I could see as the time passed, most had started to let their guards down, not standing straight up and even slouching a little - instead of handshakes when seeing a familiar face, now being greeted with hugs... the soft voices, no more - there was laughter and you could no longer hear what the person next to you was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to PAR-TAY - No one else was on the dance floor, So I headed out there, and started grabbing other girls I knew on my way out to the dance floor. We had fun, and I could see now all eyes were focused on us, a few in disbelief, they were jealous because we were having fun. After several songs, there were more people now out on the dance floor, and the party has finally started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I noticed the big boss watching me. Every time his wife turned her head, or got up to go get food or a fresh drink, his eyes were glued on me. I acted like I didn't see him, but started this fun slow grind. He was all eyes. You should have seen the gal from accounting - if looks could kill - She's had the hots for boss man for MONTHS. I danced a few more songs, and went back to my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boss kept glancing over and smiling, every time his wife wasn't looking. I was having so much fun, I probably threw him a wink. But, since I had to carpool, I left when my designated driver left. Shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see what the verdict is come time for a raise. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettybettybetty.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bettybettybetty.com/bettybetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-9080494470591551469?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/9080494470591551469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=9080494470591551469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/9080494470591551469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/9080494470591551469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-company-christmas-party.html' title='Company X-Mas Party'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R4Oh2mnKqBI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa-N20PpXrg/s72-c/xmasparty07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-6508446496775775948</id><published>2008-01-04T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:50.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years 2008'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R36LQGnKqAI/AAAAAAAAADM/w_b-CojK8RM/s1600-h/DSC08371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151708132527482882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R36LQGnKqAI/AAAAAAAAADM/w_b-CojK8RM/s400/DSC08371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you would expect me, the amateur porno girl who has these wild escapades all year long, would have run out, bought a sexy revealing outfit to strut my stuff on New Years Eve. You know, get silly sloppy drunk and kiss random people after the countdown to the new year, never to remember the sloppy kisses the next morning - Ya me too, ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, this year I was a good girl and stayed in. I watched the ball drop on TV with my dogs, ate the last of the Christmas cookies a co-worker had given me, with a glass of milk and just vegged out. BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring at the time, but come New Years Day, as I spoke to most of my girlfriends, they were all feeling very lousy with horrible hangovers, I on the other hand was well rested and feeling GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its now 2008, a new year, a fresh start and I am determined to make it better than the last! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site has been redesigned &lt;a href="http://www.bettybettybetty.com/"&gt;http://www.bettybettybetty.com/&lt;/a&gt; , big thanks to my girl Kylie! *Hugs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have opened a Video Store - Only 2 Videos thus far, More to come! Check out my VIDEOS link on my website! So that's the news for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS, Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettybettybetty.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bettybettybetty.com/bettybetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-6508446496775775948?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/6508446496775775948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=6508446496775775948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6508446496775775948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6508446496775775948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R36LQGnKqAI/AAAAAAAAADM/w_b-CojK8RM/s72-c/DSC08371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8588076459761783915</id><published>2007-12-21T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:50.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Baby'/><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2wP0GnKp_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ql7GVomJAT4/s1600-h/2007xmasbetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146505861980137458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2wP0GnKp_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ql7GVomJAT4/s400/2007xmasbetty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;br /&gt;Been an awful good girl&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed,&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be just as good&lt;br /&gt;If you check off my christmas list&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa baby, I want a yacht and really thats not a lot&lt;br /&gt;Been an angel all year&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed&lt;br /&gt;To a platinum mine,&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and cheques,&lt;br /&gt;Sign your x on the line&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my chirstmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&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/3218101329206997344-8588076459761783915?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8588076459761783915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8588076459761783915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8588076459761783915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8588076459761783915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2wP0GnKp_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ql7GVomJAT4/s72-c/2007xmasbetty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-3209702581583759213</id><published>2007-12-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:49:11.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making it Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well... I'm going to be opening this blog up to everyone this week. That's right! I'm actually posting this outside the protected area of my site. I'm getting bold, and adventurous. Roar! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of curious as to how the feedback will be. There are some "Drafts" that I haven't enabled as posts yet, from past months. I'll have to go through, and enable all my posts so that you can see them... But that's on the "To Do" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. welcome to my blog. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is pretty much my little space to either type out what's going on in my life, on my site, or just... ramble. And I do a bit of it. I try to keep you updated on all the latest. Sometimes I get a bit goofy, or share some of the things that touch me.  Of course, I do my share of joking around, and taking the little bloggy quizzes. It's all about having fun, and being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I don't plan on getting TOO erotic/explicit here. Although, I can't make any promises about innuendo, or ... alluding to what happens in my bed. LOL But, for the most part, this is just a place for you to get to know me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me an email. Leave a comment. I'd love to hear some feedback if you're reading this. If you've got an idea, a request, or any questions, I'll get to my emails. (As quickly as possible.. LOL.. you know how I am with my emails.)  But you can always leave comments here on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-3209702581583759213?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/3209702581583759213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=3209702581583759213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3209702581583759213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3209702581583759213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-it-public.html' title='Making it Public'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-6035561857033988484</id><published>2007-12-13T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:50.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JzuGnKpzI/AAAAAAAAABg/OBt1FzTkrf4/s1600-h/bbred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143800960296593202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JzuGnKpzI/AAAAAAAAABg/OBt1FzTkrf4/s200/bbred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I know a lot of you are getting busier with the holidays. I just wanted to drop a note... Let you know I'll be here when the holiday madness settles. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to respond to some of my emails... I don't have a "wishlist" like others. I actually love the whole shopping for sexy lingerie, and trying it on. I always adore Victoria Secrets. I have so much fun playing dress up for you, and being your online fantasy girlfriend. That's why I like the shopping part... I get to surprise you with my new silky stockings.. or my new nighty... It just wouldn't do if you knew what to expect next. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So... relax.. Be safe this season.. Enjoy the holidays... and I'll be seeing you online... I'm here, in pictures, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-6035561857033988484?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/6035561857033988484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=6035561857033988484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6035561857033988484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6035561857033988484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-madness.html' title='Holiday Madness'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JzuGnKpzI/AAAAAAAAABg/OBt1FzTkrf4/s72-c/bbred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-3223402982485960557</id><published>2007-12-10T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:51:31.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No coal for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You Were Nice This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/nice.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were 25% Naughty, 75% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you weren't *entirely* nice this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Santa doesn't expect a modern girl to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were good enough - and you'll be rewarded for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&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/3218101329206997344-3223402982485960557?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/3223402982485960557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=3223402982485960557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3223402982485960557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3223402982485960557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-coal-for-me.html' title='No coal for me!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-6933557014879760353</id><published>2007-12-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:44:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Officer... how fast was I going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So... tonight's drive home from work was... interesting... Did you know that they frown on speeders? Especially if you don't see the markings on their cruiser, and you fly past them doing ten... err.. fifteen... or so over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hurry. I didn't see the cop. I was keeping up with traffic. The crowd just happened to be waaaayyy ahead of me. So.. I've got my windows down, heat kicking, radio going... and bam. Disco lights behind me. Wha?? I don't recall requesting mood lighting for my tunes. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull over. Wait for the officer to walk to my window. I can see him in my mirror getting out of his car. He's tall. Good looking. Definitely older, but solid.. tanned. I'm thinking to myself... Wow, he'd be even sexier if he wasn't pulling me over.  He comes up, looks down, and asks the inevitable: "Do you know why I pulled you over?" I knew. I didn't realize I'd been going that fast, but I knew. I said as much. He asked for my paperwork, driver's license, all that fun stuff. I leaned over to the passenger seat, pulled it out, handed it over. The officer looks at my driver's license, looks at me, compares. I tried to smile, and said "Well, I wasn't pulled over when it was taken, it's why the smile's better". Finally, he cracked a smile. But he still stood there. He informed me, sternly, how speeding was a dangerous way to drive. After a few moments, he walks back to the cruiser, and does his thing. I'm sitting in my car just waiting, just knowing that I'm going to get some huge ticket for driving like a dork right in front of a cop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. He comes back to my window. Again, I watch him walking.. Damn. He was hot. But, he's also got my license, my registration and insurance... and the ability to make me pay how ever much a speeding ticket costs these days.. Not good.. Not good! I smile again, as he hands back my stuff. I lean back over, and put it back in my purse. And then he started giving the lecture.  I was looking up at him, as he explained how he was going to let me go.. How speeding endangered not only my life, but the lives of everyone else on the road. He was right. I should have been paying more attention to the spedometer. After about five minutes, he again tells me that he's not going to ticket me. I thank him profusely. He'd been polite, but firm, and seemed to just keep talking. But, eventually, he bid me a good night. Told me to drive safely, and he walked back to his cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the ignition, and turned on my blinker to get back into traffic... And happened to look down. It never dawned on my that leaning over to grab my stuff out of my purse had moved my skirt up on my legs. Instead of my skirt demurely covering the tops of my stockings and garters... It was scrunched up almost to my panties. And to top it all off, the top button of my blouse was undone. The officer had had a clear view of my cleavage being boosted up by my pink satin bra! The entire time he was lecturing me, he'd been staring right down into my boobs, and checking out my thighs with their stockings and straps of my garters. No wonder he let me off without a ticket! At least he'd been a hottie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I must have been grinning... and blushing... as I drove off... At a safe and legal speed of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-6933557014879760353?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/6933557014879760353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=6933557014879760353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6933557014879760353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6933557014879760353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/12/but-officer-how-fast-was-i-going.html' title='But Officer... how fast was I going?'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-2340215921520921389</id><published>2007-11-30T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:47:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up, checking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey! Just wanted to check in, not much going on here in my world, Im enjoying the change of seasons, as I never had this in Florida, so it is really exciting for me! I cant wait to drive up into the mountains and see all the leaves on the trees change colors! How exciting! Moved into my new home, and been doing a lot of yard work and painting, its been a lot of work but its all coming along nicely and looking wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-2340215921520921389?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/2340215921520921389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=2340215921520921389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2340215921520921389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2340215921520921389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up-checking-in.html' title='Catching up, checking in'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-3843143760217884813</id><published>2007-11-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:05:48.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Useless facts game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One of my friends tagged me with "The Useless facts list". Since I'm always up for a new game, I figured I'd play along. Here are my Fifty Facts about ME. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. My panties always match my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am most horny in the morning&lt;br /&gt;3. I have over 150 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't tell a joke, I usually only remember the punch line&lt;br /&gt;5. I brush my teeth in the shower&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to shop at thrift stores&lt;br /&gt;7. I drive with my windows down and AC/Heat on to warm or cool me off.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love the vibration of a motorcycle between my legs&lt;br /&gt;9. I have 3 dogs, and yes, I do dress them when I take them out in public.&lt;br /&gt;10. I think Bill Clinton is Sexy&lt;br /&gt;11. I love taking bubble baths, while sipping a glass of white wine and listening to Jazz music&lt;br /&gt;12. I am not good at answering email&lt;br /&gt;13. I am a college graduate&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a work-out room in my home, I just HAD to have..&lt;br /&gt;15. I have used the equipment less than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;16. I clean my car at least once a week, I cant stand a dirty car.&lt;br /&gt;17. I drink my coffee with cream and sugar&lt;br /&gt;18. I have tried to quit smoking, and failed several times.&lt;br /&gt;19. I was a stripper while I was in college&lt;br /&gt;20. I prefer a nude beach, but I only go topless - some parts should not get a sunburn!&lt;br /&gt;21. I am usually in bed by 9pm, during the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. I prefer lotions and oils over perfume - you have to lean in close to smell me. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;23. I love to drive, but am horrible with directions.&lt;br /&gt;24. I sing along with the radio in the car.&lt;br /&gt;25. I don't care who hears me.&lt;br /&gt;26. I sometimes use my blog to write down random things that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;27. I save some of my blog posts as drafts so no one else can read them.&lt;br /&gt;28. A customs agent once saw all my sex toys in my suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;29. I was way more embarassed than he was.&lt;br /&gt;30. I turn bright red when I'm embarassed, so it's hard to hide.&lt;br /&gt;31. I like the way fresh cut grass smells on a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;32. I hate to mow the lawn on hot days.&lt;br /&gt;33. I don't mind being a designated driver.&lt;br /&gt;34. I sometimes have more fun being the designated drunk.&lt;br /&gt;35. I'm more prone to dance naughty on the dance floor after a few margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;36. I love painting my toe nails.&lt;br /&gt;37. I've painted my dogs' toenails before.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love gourmet meals.&lt;br /&gt;39. I haven't quite gotten the hang of cooking them...&lt;br /&gt;40. I empty ashtrays if there's two or three cigarettes in them.&lt;br /&gt;41. I donate clothes instead of throwing them out.&lt;br /&gt;42. I don't donate my shoes. (duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;43. I like wearing sexy lingerie under jeans and a T shirt.&lt;br /&gt;44. My favorite is this sleek bustier and silky panties... under my SC shirt and torn jeans.&lt;br /&gt;45. I won't pick up my phone without checking my caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;46. My favorite color is yellow, but I look better in pinks and reds.&lt;br /&gt;47. I put on lotion and body oil even if I'm not going out.&lt;br /&gt;48. I clean the house while blasting my stereo.&lt;br /&gt;49. I think classic rock sounds better when it's loud.&lt;br /&gt;50. I usually masturbate daily, or every other day... in the morning. *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-3843143760217884813?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/3843143760217884813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=3843143760217884813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3843143760217884813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3843143760217884813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/11/useless-facts-game.html' title='The Useless facts game'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8473714337263404531</id><published>2007-11-18T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:50:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme song??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my girlfriends mentioned our next Girls Night Out... and she brought up Karaoke... Now I'm all for having fun, and sipping a beer with my friends.. But.. Karaoke? I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took this test anyway.. Is it bad that I actually know the lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your Karaoke Theme Song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm Too Sexy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourkaraokethemesongquiz/singer-6.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a total goof ball and a bit of a nut job. You don't take yourself seriously at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may not be the greatest singer, you're the first to volunteer for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild and unpredictable sense of humor that always gets people cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irreverent and rebellious, your humor knows no bounds or limits. You enjoy shocking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also sing: "Like a Virgin," "Ice Ice Baby," and "Hey Ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay away from people who sing: "Sweet Home Alabama"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourkaraokethemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Karaoke Theme Song?&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/3218101329206997344-8473714337263404531?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8473714337263404531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8473714337263404531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8473714337263404531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8473714337263404531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/11/theme-song.html' title='Theme song??'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-7658278511098401543</id><published>2007-11-07T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:50.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JHqGnKpvI/AAAAAAAAABA/lSt6vX_sKKc/s1600-h/bbwhitecotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143752513065494258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JHqGnKpvI/AAAAAAAAABA/lSt6vX_sKKc/s200/bbwhitecotton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JHVGnKpuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gMWQUQ4uYyI/s1600-h/bbwhitecotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are all sorts of small things to look forward to... The smell of cotton fresh from the dryer. A cup of fresh coffee in the morning. That time of night when the moon finally peeks out of the clouds. Simple things. It's what keep us going day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us spend so much time rushing from place to place... too much time spent in traffic... or around strangers. Wouldn't it be nice to just... relax? To come home, and enjoy ourselves? But it's Monday... off to work we go. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know a little secret... When you're not around, I like to steal your shirts. The feel of the cotton.. the faint scent of cologne.. *giggle* Maybe it's time I enjoyed myself... simple, sensual.. complete. It beats reviving my senses with a cup of coffee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So tell me, my online lover, is getting dressed for work a little easier... knowing I've been playing in your wardrobe? *giggle* ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-7658278511098401543?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/7658278511098401543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=7658278511098401543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7658278511098401543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/7658278511098401543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-simplicity.html' title='Monday Simplicity'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JHqGnKpvI/AAAAAAAAABA/lSt6vX_sKKc/s72-c/bbwhitecotton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5563164084744522377</id><published>2007-10-31T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:49:06.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Halloween! I love this holiday, I have an excuse for dressing slutty out in public - ha ha! I bought a HOT little Angel outfit, it is sooo incredibly sexy! My boobs look HUGE in it, I'm almost embarrassed to wear it... I said ALMOST! I cant wait, I LOVE dressing up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-5563164084744522377?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5563164084744522377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5563164084744522377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5563164084744522377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5563164084744522377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5939651043394988829</id><published>2007-10-21T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:51.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JngWnKpxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WkxNK2vaquc/s1600-h/bbLeaves-750.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143787529933858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JngWnKpxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WkxNK2vaquc/s200/bbLeaves-750.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Autumn has is coming. I'm excited about the leaves changing. And Halloween coming! (oooh costumes!) I know I brought up how I didn't really get to see the leaves turn color down in Florida. This year is totally different. Everything is totally different. There's this tiny bit of chill in the air that is just amazing! I know, I'm goofy... And you can giggle along with me. But I just think it's so cool how everything changes into this ... giant explosion of color. I guess I just never really looked before. Some of the trees are still green. But the color is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. wow. Autumn. Next, winter. I need to start finding some really cute sweaters that will keep me warm, AND show off my boobs. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year that hot cocoa was made for. Grabbing a cup, curling up in something warm and fuzzy... enjoying the new scenery. I guess I have to stock up on sweaters AND cocoa mix. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. I'm off of here for a bit. I have a ton of energy today. So it's time to wade through my emails while I'm feeling frisky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from your online girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-5939651043394988829?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5939651043394988829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5939651043394988829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5939651043394988829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5939651043394988829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-color.html' title='Autumn Color'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JngWnKpxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WkxNK2vaquc/s72-c/bbLeaves-750.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8606191380828885009</id><published>2007-10-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:23:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad Betty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG! Ok, so now that I'm back awake and moving around... Wow. I had to share my naughty little adventure last night. I'm still giggling over it, and it's been like twelve hours already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So, I was on my way to meet some of my girlfriends. I'm about two miles away from the restaurant, when I noticed I was getting close to E on the gas gauge. So, I turn into the next gas station. I pull into the pump, hop out, and dig through my purse for my card. This big black truck pulls in at the pump on the other side of mine. I was just pulling my card out of the slot and grabbing the gas pump when I see him walk around the back of the truck. HOTNESS! I try not to stare, turn around, and stick the pump into the gas tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the dollars ticking away, as I'm bent over the pump. It wasn't until I felt the breeze that I realized... NO PANTIES. Here I am in my flirty little skirt, bent over the pump, with nothing to cover my rear... LOL! I turned just a bit, so I could see the guy on the other side of the pump... Sure enough, he was staring, mouth almost dropped open. *giggle* So... This is where Bad Betty took over. LOL! Instead of straightening up, and acting like a total prude.. which I'm so not!.. I kind of wiggled my ass a little as I leaned back over the pump. I acted like I dropped something, and bent over further, touching the cement. I know he got a full glimpse of the goodies before I straightened up and put the piece of tinfoil from the ground into my purse like it was something of mine. I could hear his pump click off, but he just stood there, acting like it was still going. I wiggled a few more times, just kind of dancing slowly to the music coming from the speakers overhead. Then my pump clicked to let me know my tank was full. I took my time putting the pump back and putting the cap back on the tank. I waited for my receipt. By the time it printed out, he was slowly walking towards the back of his truck. I did this little giggle and a half waved. He looked up, BEET RED, and his eyes just went wide when I waved and said "Have a great night".... LOL!  He stammered out this little "I sure will" and turned around to get to the driver's side of his truck. He was definitely paying attention... errrr... at least his pants were... to my little show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I hopped behind the wheel, met up with my girlfriends, and told them all about it. I know.. I know.. Next time I gas up... I'll at least put on a thong... *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8606191380828885009?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8606191380828885009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8606191380828885009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8606191380828885009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8606191380828885009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-bad-betty.html' title='Bad bad Betty!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-6262649579268138915</id><published>2007-10-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T03:16:23.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it again, Sam....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your Love Song Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One mile to every inch of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin like porcelain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pair of candy lips and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bubblegum tongue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go out... when so much fun can be had indoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on.. Let's compare inner romantics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Your Online Girlfriend~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-6262649579268138915?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/6262649579268138915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=6262649579268138915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6262649579268138915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6262649579268138915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/10/play-it-again-sam.html' title='Play it again, Sam....'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-915815369367525667</id><published>2007-10-04T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T04:25:49.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random topics and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi, lover! I've been sitting at this keyboard for over ten minutes... Not sure what to write.. Not sure what topic...  Okay, I'm normally so much more organized. Giggle. Watch out. The redhead's getting random tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's coming. A few of my friends want to get together for dinner and drinks tomorrow night. It sounds fun, but I think I'll pass, and work on getting pictures ready for next week... you know, just for you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I was reading my emails... Why do I get Viagra emails? Do they know something that I don't? When I get these, I have this crazy urge to reply, and request they send me a penis before sending me spam to get it hard... And if by chance I ever got a penis... According to my emails, it's going to be a billion inches longer, and it will never go soft. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the grocery store for a few things. I found myself singing along to Hinder's "Lips of an Angel"... Love the voice, but wow.. sleazy lyrics. Maybe that's why I keep listening. *giggle*.. We all want to be remembered, loved, wanted... even when we've moved on. But.. To make an entire song about it? Gosh. I guess I missed my millionaire calling. I don't think they have a category for "I want to be on your monitor", quite yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I've got to finish up a few emails before I head to bed... it got later than I wanted it to, tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-915815369367525667?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/915815369367525667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=915815369367525667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/915815369367525667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/915815369367525667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-topics-and-such.html' title='Random topics and such'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-3843743751330099566</id><published>2007-09-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corsetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Jv9WnKpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/-UXipZePRTw/s1600-h/bbcorset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143796824243087138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Jv9WnKpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/-UXipZePRTw/s200/bbcorset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love my email. I do. Sometimes I get behind in answering it, but I absolutely adore those of you who take the time to write me! You're such sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my emails earlier today mentioned corsets. About how I felt wearing them. I know you know how I love the girly girly lingerie. Corsets and stockings are my absolute faves! They just whisper "love me, hold me, play with me" in this... sultry voice. It's that funny, how we hear our clothes differently? A corset doesn't shout like leather does. It has this silky whisper... and it's serious about being sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're done laughing and shaking your head... lol... This came in my email. It hit the nail on the head... totally captured the way I thought about my corsets. (Minus the whispering chatter... ha ha) I'm going to share it. So true and it's soooo hot! (Thank you for sending it to me. *wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensual corsetry ~ Divine Payne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is THE one garment that every woman should own. From the lifting of the breasts, to the hour glass shape the waist takes on, to the seductive, helplessness one feels when she dons a fully laced corset. Erotica IS a corset. My favorite thing about this isn't just the shape. It's the feeling of being squeezed in a lover's embrace, even if it's only for a few moments. The shallow breaths, the restricted movements. A corset can turn an Ice Queen into a willing concubine with a pull of the lacing, a housewife into a paramour with the snap of the garters. It can bring out the true lover in any woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true lover seduces the mind, before conquering the body. She travels from your fantasies, to your day dreams. Only after she has your full attention will she slowly undress for you, revealing her curves and bindings. Inch by inch, her fingers will roam your flesh, exploring, teasing, before tasting. The sheer closeness of her mouth, her warm breath caressing your skin will taunt you. Until your absolute need to have her mouth surround you wins over your desire to have her continue the temptation. The question is, do you let her satin trimmed bindings survive the ravage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Seduction is still alive and well. And she's probably wearing a satin corset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-3843743751330099566?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/3843743751330099566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=3843743751330099566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3843743751330099566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/3843743751330099566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/09/corsetry.html' title='Corsetry'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Jv9WnKpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/-UXipZePRTw/s72-c/bbcorset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5972686538573789781</id><published>2007-09-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:10:29.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been checking out another blog, of secrets... Watching other's "anonymous" sharing of their inner most deeds and words. In one way, I'm shocked. In other's, I just keep going back. It's one of the quirks of being here on blogger. Sometimes, it's like checking out a wiki entry... You start with one subject, and all of a sudden, you've spiraled past 35 pages of information.  It's the Postsecret here on blogspot. Just... wow. Fascinating. There's bound to be truth, lies, lessons, and inside jokes there. I just don't know which "secrets" fall under which category. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What's the lesson? That other people are just as goofy, awkward, and unpredictable as the rest of us. I don't know why it's a fascination. I mean, I like to watch people at the mall when I'm shopping. And I like to wonder about where people are going, when I'm stuck in traffic. But, ... finding out their inner most secrets is like the train wreck you can't look away from. So.. maybe the real lesson isn't about the other people, the people who are sharing. Maybe it's about me. Or all of us. I don't know. Maybe we're all just ... voyeuristic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my love, was the fifty cent word of the day... Consider it the Jack Handy "Deep thought"... *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;XOXOXO XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-5972686538573789781?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5972686538573789781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5972686538573789781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5972686538573789781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5972686538573789781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/09/fascinating-secrets.html' title='Fascinating Secrets'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-1099680311499254064</id><published>2007-09-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:07:39.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me! OMG, I cant believe it... the BIG 30, yikes! I still feel much younger, and I still get carded for lottery tickets, so I guess its not so bad! Not much planned, a relaxing night in, grill steaks and drink a bottle of wine... Thank you for all the emails and Gift Cards to Victoria Secrets in my email, what a SWEET surprise in my email box this morning! Thank you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-1099680311499254064?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/1099680311499254064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=1099680311499254064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/1099680311499254064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/1099680311499254064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8913787318473508124</id><published>2007-08-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:49:59.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was trying to take pics the other night. I mean... ha ha.. I was READY to take pics. But I couldn't stop giggling. I don't even remember what set me off. But pic after pic, I was cracking up. Then it got worse. I got this bright idea to turn on some music. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Then there were pics of me with my mouth open as I was singing along. It's not always easy being a goofball. But I have tons of fun. And I adore taking sexy pics for you. Sometimes though..&gt; Wow... I just can't control myself. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of giggling and singing, a song came on that totally changed my mood. I don't know if you ever seen City of Angels. Totally great flick. Anyway, there's this song by Paula Cole on the soundtrack called Feelin' Love. It's just... wow. Sexy! So... I got into the mood, and the camera snapped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde&lt;br /&gt;In a centerfold, the girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;And I would open the door and I'd be all wet&lt;br /&gt;With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;That I'm wearing and you would open the door&lt;br /&gt;And tie me up to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel love . Love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed the pics from me being giggly and wiggling around while singing... to like bedroom sex goddess in lingerie and heels. I mean... the lyrics are HOT. And the music itself makes me want to do some kind of slow strip, bump and grind. *giggle*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanna watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8913787318473508124?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8913787318473508124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8913787318473508124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8913787318473508124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8913787318473508124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-and-giggles.html' title='Music and Giggles'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-4963996425711367086</id><published>2007-08-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:45:33.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie.. *giggle*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey there! Sorry I have not written sooner, its the end of summer - and this is usually a very busy time for me in my personal life (vacations and such!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to think I forgot about ya! I LOVE LOVE LOVE my site here, and even if I miss an update every now and again, please don't worry - I'm not going anywhere! Sometimes, it is hard to find time to be the naughty little "BB" when I am spending most of my day, being a GOOD GIRL - ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are doing well, and your summer has been wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-4963996425711367086?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/4963996425711367086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=4963996425711367086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4963996425711367086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4963996425711367086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-quickie-giggle.html' title='Just a quickie.. *giggle*'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-4463634200308855438</id><published>2007-08-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T04:36:47.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>I just had to write this down before I lost it again in the flashes of memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining. Dark. Not even midnight yet. We were on our way to that tiny club you liked. The smell of your cologne filled the car, mingled with the berry scent of my body lotion. It was a Saturday night, we were finally alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were talking about something some one told you at work. I wasn't paying attention, because I was watching your lips move... the way your hand traced small circles on the steering wheel... I watched you squint to see through the rain soaked streets as you drove... you were beautiful. You never noticed I was staring. I was just... taken. Amazed. The summer rain only made you seem more intense. I wanted you. Right then. Had you stopped the car and asked me then and there, the answer would have only been a nod. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the club. Sprinted through the parking lot dodging puddles and raindrops. My blouse was damp. You bought my drink while I was drying off in the ladies' room. The spell was broken by the music, by voices clamoring to be heard over the bass... laughter of other club goers lost in their own moments of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember the way your eyes stared ahead... the way your lips curved into a smile as you related your day's events... and I remember what I would have given to taste them right at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment passed. A million moments have gone by since... but that memory still resurfaces every now and then... I wonder if you still look as intense when you drive in the rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-4463634200308855438?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/4463634200308855438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=4463634200308855438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4463634200308855438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4463634200308855438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/08/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-6559854230127812511</id><published>2007-08-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:05:11.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's some topics you won't find me posting about on the site. But I post about a lot of stuff here. In fact, it's nice to let my hair down, and answer some of the different questions I get in my emails... Consider this like a NSFAQ... Not So Frequently Asked Questions.. *giggle* All of these were culled from my emails:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Thongs or Fullbacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) Easy: either. LOL I like thongs with jeans and shorts. But sometimes a T-shirt and a pair of cotton spankies is the only way to veg out watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) What's your favorite daydream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) An unlimited charge account to Victoria Secrets that paid itself off every month. LOL  That, or huge beachfront house that cleaned itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) What's one thing you're afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Brown recluse spiders. They're supposed to be around this area and they're freakish posionous. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Does your mother know you have a porn site?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Does your mother know that you write women on porn sites? ;)   *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Where you really shy when you first started posing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) If it wasn't for my SC friends, I wouldn't have. LOL. I just thought they looked like they were having so much fun. But it still took a while for me to get brave enough to try posing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Why do you change your hair so often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I like to change my look. Not knowing what woman you'll find when you get home helps keep it interesting, doesn't it? *giggle* I like keeping you wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) What was the worst part of having braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) The pain of getting them/having them adjusted. Other than that, I wasn't always thrilled with the look. But I did get a lot of compliments from the guys who like braces. (Thank you!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Has being online given you more self confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) I was already comfortable with my looks, and my sexuality. But, it has opened me up more for new experiences. And, it brightens my day when I get email letting me know that my pics make others happy. So.. yes. It has given me more self confidence. I love love LOVE my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) Your skin looks so soft. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) *I'm blushing here!* I'd like to think so. I exfoliate, and moisturize. You know, Girly stuff! LOL. But I do take care of my skin, and love the way it feels. Not always giddy about the freckles, but my skin is pretty fun to rub on. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) If you were stranded on a desert island, what would you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) A GPS unit, a killer cell phone, and a motor boat. ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Q) What music do you dance to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A) Lover, I can dance to anything. ;) It's all about the mood. But I really like classic rock, and some of the upbeat pop stuff on the radio. I'm just not a big fan of rap. I hear enough swearing when I break a nail or get caught in rush hour. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. That was some of the questions. I'll be posting more as I get them. You just have to send in more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-6559854230127812511?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/6559854230127812511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=6559854230127812511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6559854230127812511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/6559854230127812511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/08/q-time.html' title='Q &amp; A time'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8665700038613360561</id><published>2007-07-25T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:44:18.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey there! Ok, so summer is coming to an end, how sad - I love summer! Went to the community pool today, and saw the sign, "Pool Closing September 9th" -uuhhggg... that was such a buzz kill! I miss the beach, summer all year round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plans have changed, I will no longer be attending the SC Carolina Bash, due to private personal reasons, I am just not going to make it. For those that I have requested invitations to the event, please DO still attend if you can, there are lots of wonderful ladies attending! You will have a blast, Im sorry I will miss you... maybe another event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been having a ball this summer, spent several days up in Tennessee with a handful of friends that are also models here - we had a BALL! Ate lots of hotdogs (I am all wiener-ed out - ha ha) for real, I ate hot dogs everyday! Drank lots of beer, and had some good times, lots of laughs and just painted that poor little country town RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love getting all your emails, sometimes it takes several days for me to answer, remember, I do this for fun, I have a "Real" job - but I do eventually get to all of my emails, so just bare with me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you are having a great summer as well, and thank you again for joining my members area! I don't make a lot of money here, but the little bit I do make, helps me buy all of my sexy clothes that I wear for you! I am an truly having a GREAT time with my site, I am surprised I even get paid for having so much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear what you think, and within reason I would love to do some photo shoot requests! I do have to behave myself (no hardcore) however, I will do my best to play out some of your fantasies and role playing! The worst I could say is "No" - so try me, give me some ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8665700038613360561?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8665700038613360561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8665700038613360561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8665700038613360561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8665700038613360561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/07/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End... :('/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5165761259126892014</id><published>2007-07-17T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:51.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JQPWnKpwI/AAAAAAAAABI/s5cvwMukXro/s1600-h/bbsummercar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143761949108643586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JQPWnKpwI/AAAAAAAAABI/s5cvwMukXro/s320/bbsummercar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hot weather, hot women... don't you just love summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went out with my girlfriends on Saturday. The food was spicy, the margaritas were cold... and the waiter was HAWT! Mmmmmmm. *giggle* Ok, so we may have sent him back for extra napkins just so we could check out his butt... But we tipped him for it! (one of my girlfriends wanted to tip him with her phone number!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us left the restaurant and headed to a club. Booty shaking time! We're so goofy when we all get together. We saw a couple of guys watching us, so.... well... *giggle* we danced closer and teased the guys. It was all in good clean fun. A mental image to take home with them, kinda. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was such a fun night. I don't take enough time out to hang out with my girlfriends. But when we do get out, we love painting the town red! Laughing, and talking, and definitely the dancing, had us all in such a great mood. I can't wait for the next girls night out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-5165761259126892014?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5165761259126892014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5165761259126892014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5165761259126892014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5165761259126892014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2JQPWnKpwI/AAAAAAAAABI/s5cvwMukXro/s72-c/bbsummercar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5562809702385692861</id><published>2007-07-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T03:21:46.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are these little quizzes that telling? I don't know.. *giggle* But they're fun sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Magenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/magenta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You energize yourself and push others to suceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are suprised by who you attract. You're a love magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is my next source of inspiration?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&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/3218101329206997344-5562809702385692861?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5562809702385692861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5562809702385692861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5562809702385692861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5562809702385692861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/07/power-colors.html' title='Power Colors'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8980436177885960482</id><published>2007-07-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:42:38.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you have a wonderful 4th Of July Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always been one of my favorite holidays, I am heading out today to get a flag to put up, I am the only one on my block that has not done so yet, shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to spend the day relaxing pool side, and then enjoy the fireworks the community puts on for display here in my neighborhood. I really enjoy the cities firework display, however there are to many people on the road drinking and driving, and so I plan to just stay put at home and off the busy streets this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it on my end! Just wanted to pop in and say Hello! Southern Charms is closed the rest of the week, so this is why I put up a new set of photos yesterday and today.... my next photo update will be this next Monday when they re-open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun and safe 4th Of July, and please remember to take a moment to remember our Soldiers fighting for our country....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8980436177885960482?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8980436177885960482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8980436177885960482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8980436177885960482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8980436177885960482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-5180148036319963867</id><published>2007-06-20T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:40:43.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok, Ok... I messed up AGAIN with my update, but SC and I have figured out what the problem was today - and yet again, I am sorry for the duplicate update! It will be fixed today, and those images will be deleted and the new photos will be replaced with the correct images, whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the details are posted and the Southern Charms Get-Together in Charlotte, NC August 25, 2007 - (we call them "Bashes"), and I will be there for the "Meet &amp;amp; Greet", however, I am only there to MEET fans, I am not interested in taking photos with any of my Members, unless its a friendly hug and a smile for the camera for you to take home with you! You can go to the link below for more information on who is attending, and more information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still behind on answering my emails, you will have a response back by the end of the weekend! Please note, my Members can email me at my AOL account, rather than my Yahoo email... I get a lot of spam and fan mail, and it takes along time for me to answer the fan mail, but my Members I LOVE hearing from you, so try to email me on my AOL account for a faster response - BettyBSC4@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Your Membership You have Full Access to Southern Charms Members Appreciation Section - Lots Of HOT PORN, or so I've been told (giggle) - FREE as Long as your a current Member of my site here!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-5180148036319963867?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/5180148036319963867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=5180148036319963867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5180148036319963867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/5180148036319963867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/06/oops.html' title='OOPS!!!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-2773466899949737841</id><published>2007-06-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:39:08.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft core meandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My email box is FULL again, aw man, I just got caught up too (giggle) - Please bare with me, I answer all of my own email, sometimes it takes me a few days with my busy personal schedule, but I will get to it, weekends is usually the best time for me to sit down and answer each and everyone of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, my last update was not right (I DID get all your emails), it was a repeat, and I am sooo SORRY!!! SC is closed on the weekends, so they could not fix it until yesterday (monday) - BUT, you will still get your three updates this week sweetie, I will be updating Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday this week! I promised 3 updates a week, and that is what you will get... plus all the extra Bonus Photo Sets too.. my galleries are growing fast for only being back a month, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have received a few emails asking the same question over and over, so Ill go ahead and answer it here, incase there are a few others wondering the same thing, but to shy to ask me! (he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked why I don't always show full nudity "pink" spreads in all my galleries... well, one because this is something I do in my spare time for fun, this is not a "job"... I do what I feel is sexy on that particular day, and also, I believe once you have seen the goods, why do the same thing in every photo gallery.. I have posted several "soft-core" photo galleries, and then in between I have posted a few that show several with my legs wide open (giggle) I like to keep it fun, and different, otherwise it gets boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel very sexy just teasing my Fans and Members... leave something to the imagination, ya know? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an Amateur, not a Porn Star - Some appreciate what I have to offer, a real "girl next door", however, others are looking for something a little more hard core, and that's totally fine! But please no yucky emails, that's not nice, I am not a professional, nor do I have the desire to ever be one. I just want to have some fun, kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's pretty much it on my end, just wanted to check in and say HELLO... I posted a little Welcome Video on my Photos Page, what do you think? (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures, but when I see myself on film I think I look silly, and crack myself up... I actually had more sound to the video clip, but I was drinking a rum and coke, and well soda makes me burp... and so I had to cut that part out... I almost left it in there, because it made me laugh so hard when I watched it (giggle)... That's why I was laughing so hard during the video - for those who were wondering! (laughing as I type this - he he) Ok, now that I am telling all of my secrets, I will stop while I am ahead... ha ha ha - have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-2773466899949737841?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/2773466899949737841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=2773466899949737841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2773466899949737841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/2773466899949737841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/06/soft-core-meandering.html' title='Soft core meandering'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-8746671360158319489</id><published>2007-06-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:47:08.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning... Betty Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Life has been extremely busy for me lately, work, dogs, errands, friends, trying to find time to answer email - but not very successful this past week (I'm sorry)... but you don't want to hear about that, and I am not a good fibber, so I decide I would answer the most common question I get asked by my fans and members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How in the world did you get started doing Amateur Porn"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... its actually a very interesting story (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, I owned a business, and in the same shopping plaza was a photo studio, and I had hired the photographer/owner to do some work for my company. We hit it off, and eventually became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday afternoon, I invited him to lunch, and he said he couldn't make it, he was leaving work early that day to get some things for a party he was having that night at his home, and invited me to join. I accepted the offer, and then he proceeded to tell me, that it wasn't like a real party... (giggle) he was having some models over, to do some photo shoots, and there were several people coming in from out of town with some cars and motorcycles as well for the photo props. I asked him, if there would be food and beer, he said "ya", I said Ill be there! (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then tells me that there may be some sexual activity, I was then a little nervous! Ha ha.. What the hell, there would be "models" there, and I had a product to sell, it would be free advertising, so I decided to go ahead and join the get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived, and immediately was welcomed, everyone was so friendly, and I sat around and drank beer and chatted up a storm with the "models" in between their photo shoots. They were having so much fun, and just so confident and happy and free... and I just clicked with one of the girls, after going on and on, how good her homemade fiesta dip was, Ill never forget it, she is standing in front of me nakid and I am writing down the recipe for it on the back of a ATM slip in my purse. I think we talked about the dip for about 30 minutes, that's what happens after you drink to much (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, watching the "porn stars" do their photo shoots, my new friend gave me the website to see her work, guess what, the website was to here, Southern Charms! Yup, my new found friends were all models here, and I thought they were just the coolest bunch of girls I had ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks had past, and I was now on the invite list to their little social gatherings, and they kept asking when I was going to join them. I always politely said, No thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one night I had gotten completely trashed, and decided I wanted to take a few photos, nothing too revealing, just some sexy photos for my own keeping. I told everyone to go inside, and NOT to watch me, I was embarrassed, ha ha... so they all went inside, and the camera man started clicking away... I looked up, and there in the kitchen window was about 15 heads all trying to get a peak of me, and all started cheering and yelling "Take It Off"! Ill never forget that! The photos were only topless, however it was my first time ever doing such a thing, and it took me about a week to put the CD in my computer to look at the photos, I was embarrassed for MYSELF... (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured myself a glass of wine, lighted up a cigarette, and my heart raced as I looked at the photos... once I saw them, I thought, hey I don't look that bad, maybe if my eyes were not so glossy from having a few too many beers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the beginning, and with each social I was invited to I got a little more daring each time, and then next thing you know, my charm friends FINALLY talked me into joining Southern Charms, and my site would have been live for 3 years, next month - the week of 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my friends 4 years ago, and many of them are now some of my most cherished relationships. Its funny how life works, if I had not attended that party and had been close minded, I would have missed out on so many wonderful adventures and some really awesome friendships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to meeting my new friends, I was very close-minded, did not have any self confidence, did not feel pretty or sexy, and was very nervous about what people thought of me. Now, I am so over it, and refuse to be around judgmental people, those who you have to always be "politically correct" around, and conservative - only to prove yourself and get acceptance. Nah, I think Ill just hang with my friends where I can be myself, a wild a free spirit - and then I can enjoy each and every day... and not have to put on an act when amongst different groups of "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could only convert the woman at the office to be a little more open minded, I would be all set - ha ha... they enjoy the "water cooler gossip" to much, and its usually about ME! Hey, if I am that important to be the main topic of gossip everyday, because of my short skirts, that's not so bad! I have been called worse ... (giggle) If I ever resign from the company, Ill have a Resignation Party at my home, and invite all my fun girlfriends, maybe I can open their eyes to how much fun life CAN be if you just live a little ... ha ha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-8746671360158319489?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/8746671360158319489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=8746671360158319489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8746671360158319489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/8746671360158319489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-beginning-betty-style.html' title='In the Beginning... Betty Style'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-522005311893294342</id><published>2007-06-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:35:01.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Boyfriend! Wow, what a weekend! I spent 4 wonderful days with several of my friends who are also "charms" at a resort and let me tell you, we had the BEST time! We should have set up web-cams for all to enjoy, we definitely know how to have a good time when we all get together ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank, we danced, we sunbathed nude, we laughed, and just had so much fun - I am so tired, I need another vacation to recuperate from that vacation! (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed receiving all of your emails, and now with me taking a few days off I am behind on replying so please be patient, I will reply as soon as I get a moment! Promise ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow, the "real world" is so boring, to bad they don't offer insurance and a 401K on Southern Charms.. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-522005311893294342?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/522005311893294342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=522005311893294342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/522005311893294342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/522005311893294342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218101329206997344.post-4786298621899449820</id><published>2007-05-25T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:33:19.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there! First let me say "Thank You" for joining me in my adventures here on SC. If it was not for my wonderful Members, I would not be here. Period. Before joining SC almost 3 years ago, believe it or not, I was a very shy, insecure woman. My Members and Friends who I have met along the way, have helped me come out of my shell to be the person I am today... how twisted does that sound, really? I mean, I would not say it in public, but PORN has helped me find myself, and love myself and all I know is that sounds ridiculous, but I swear its true! (Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed my site 6 months ago, and I kept in touch with many of my Members during my down time and with their encouragement, and many other Charm's whom have become dear friends to me BEGGING me to come back, I finally gave in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, during my 6 month break, I really missed being here, so rest assured, I am here for at least another 3 years... I love SC, the Staff, the Models, The Fans and Members, its been a wonderful journey thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very real, I dislike using the "girl next door" as it is a slogan for every PORN site out there nowadays, and it doesn't say much anymore, I could only wish the "girl next door" to me were into PORN, that would make it so much easier for me when I try to sneak outside to do photos and not get caught! (giggle), however, I truly am just a normal everyday woman, and so you will see here on my site that I am just having a good time, teasing all of you, but I don't take it to seriously. It's a fantasy, it makes us both feel good, and that's why I am here. The same reasons you are, holds true for me as well. So I will end my first journal entry on that note, I am so excited that you have chosen to take this adventure together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." - Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3218101329206997344-4786298621899449820?l=bettybsc4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/feeds/4786298621899449820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3218101329206997344&amp;postID=4786298621899449820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4786298621899449820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3218101329206997344/posts/default/4786298621899449820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybsc4.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12144314622658133952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TjJ8osWefeA/R2Kb7WnKp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/xf4nz_KXXP8/S220/bettyprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
