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(MissMelody)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParaphrasingPineValley" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="paraphrasingpinevalley" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-1499118481578335689</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-21T10:33:31.931-05:00</atom:updated><title>Well, maybe I am dead.</title><description>Monday 2/12/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least Hayward isn't, amIright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, after 10 years, I finally decided to fix a "dislocating shoulder" situation I've had, and well, it's left me grumpy and in a sling.  Do you know how hard it is to type with one hand?  I do.  The answer is, "very hard."  Therefore I've decided to take a blog sabbatical for an undetermined length of time while lefty heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also just way too lazy to keep up on this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading thus far!  Long live, Dr. David Baby Stealer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-1499118481578335689?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-maybe-i-am-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-1663133610345196754</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-29T14:05:16.464-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hospitals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>I'm not dead.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 12/29/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totes going to Paraphrase today.  Maybe I could talk about how Brot and Natalia are finally kissing and junk, or how weird it was to see NuNotBabe and Nu/OldScott in a scene together, or maybe how CrazAnnie and Amanda are friends and that makes me uneasy.  However, this was all I could muster up.  I'm going to go ahead and blame &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gawker.com/5720157/can-you-guess-which-street-is-mayor-bloombergs"&gt;Mayor Bloomberg because he doesn't care about us poor people&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TRuC66i70eI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0VywQKKJJX4/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TRuC66i70eI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0VywQKKJJX4/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556178513951445474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was with that shaky-cam, Blair Witch scene in the ER with Funny Doc and Funny Doc's Ex about that one time they were in Doctors without Borders together?!  I swear, if I was bleeding and my (sinfully handsome) doctor and his hot-to-trot ex-wife were working on me and wouldn't shut up about whatever they wouldn't shut up about- I'd . . . I'd . . . well, I'd probably be in too much pain to really be upset, but when that anesthesia wore off, there'd be heck to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that I'll bid adieu and perhaps I won't be so lazy in the year eleven.  Happy new year to you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-1663133610345196754?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TRuC66i70eI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0VywQKKJJX4/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-6975852717663432917</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T21:48:17.997-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fake Deaths</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. David Hayward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>HE'S BACK! (And his hair looks fantastic)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TOx3yb2HTJI/AAAAAAAAATo/H7uHSMeBn3A/s1600/Hayward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TOx3yb2HTJI/AAAAAAAAATo/H7uHSMeBn3A/s400/Hayward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542936949738130578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five words: Dr. David Hayward is back.  Five more words: Looking as fabulous as ever.  He pulled the old planted drug, bribed the doctor in the morgue, hid out in a Unibomber disquise fake deatherooni.  Oldest trick in the book.  And why'd he do that?  Because he loves Greenlee Smythe Lavery Dupres Hayward so much he's gonna incriminate himself in what really isn't technically a trial (Can judges do that?  Just get testimony from folks just for funsies?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he's back.  Well, now I guess he's technically in jail or what have you, but I don't think I could've handled Hayward-less Pine Valley anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Zach was in a plane crash and now he's "gone."  Notice no one's said, "dead" yet.  This makes me sad, but David's Big Return has zeroed me out.  Though I'm worried Kendall's going to forget how to breathe without that guy.  She's kind of a dummy when he's not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh David, don't ever leave me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-6975852717663432917?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-back-and-his-hair-looks-fantastic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TOx3yb2HTJI/AAAAAAAAATo/H7uHSMeBn3A/s72-c/Hayward.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-2599581014263082777</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T12:36:45.763-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. David Hayward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>An Ode to Dr. David Hayward</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TIJ1hMod4wI/AAAAAAAAATY/JWtyeSIMu-I/s1600/Mel-n-hayward.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TIJ1hMod4wI/AAAAAAAAATY/JWtyeSIMu-I/s400/Mel-n-hayward.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513098107041997570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happier days . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you guys.  I know, I know, it's been long and I know I've been lazy.  But now?  NOW?  I'm just . . . just so . . . dude, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I am so upset over the death of Dr. David Hayward that words can't even express my sorrow.  So I wrote a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Ode to Dr. David Hayward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I go?&lt;br /&gt;Without my fave guy&lt;br /&gt;On my fave show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd lie and you'd cheat&lt;br /&gt;You'd steal and you'd drug&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your chiseled features&lt;br /&gt;And dashing good looks&lt;br /&gt;There's no one handsomer&lt;br /&gt;You're the tops in my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read the spoilers&lt;br /&gt;So I might be real dumb&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until his inevitable return from the grave, this blog must go dark.  Yeah yeah, I know, I've been slacking anyway but without David Hayward I don't have a reason to live.  And I definitely don't have a reason to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.  I shall mourn you, Hayward, my precious evil baby stealing doctor, until you rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or settle your contract negotiations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-2599581014263082777?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-dr-david-hayward.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TIJ1hMod4wI/AAAAAAAAATY/JWtyeSIMu-I/s72-c/Mel-n-hayward.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-2980123658513160397</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-11T22:45:27.177-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">srecap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rainbow Doodle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peras</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">secret thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>Secret Thoughts</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 8/11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what your favorite All My Children characters were REALLY thinking during today's episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott and Not Babe get it on.&lt;br /&gt;And it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNfmWvbRRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ElRqiTm4wYo/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNfmWvbRRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ElRqiTm4wYo/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504348282121045266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Junior.&lt;br /&gt;He still can't figure out styling products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNfxD_lkiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SWdfsUH14_Q/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNfxD_lkiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SWdfsUH14_Q/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504348466067116578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lavery's real good at fake medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNf__2cwJI/AAAAAAAAATA/GZKx952qbWM/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNf__2cwJI/AAAAAAAAATA/GZKx952qbWM/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504348722653085842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-2980123658513160397?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGNfmWvbRRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ElRqiTm4wYo/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-7900343058485425806</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T19:51:26.273-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rainbow Doodle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Last week: An Artist's Interpretation</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 8/9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to catch up on what's been happening the past few weeks on AMC?  Here are some Rainbow Doodle Drawings to get you up to speed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angie's between a rock and a hard place.  Or, more accurately, a baby and some blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCTTyXAPOI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ij-DFGHfu50/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCTTyXAPOI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ij-DFGHfu50/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503560712791801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hayward just wants to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCTmkK51fI/AAAAAAAAASg/stxZ5fd6R8w/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCTmkK51fI/AAAAAAAAASg/stxZ5fd6R8w/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503561035400467954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liza= still an awful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCUBCk7i6I/AAAAAAAAASo/Fq82CCeAsU8/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCUBCk7i6I/AAAAAAAAASo/Fq82CCeAsU8/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503561490239294370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-7900343058485425806?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-week-artists-interpretation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TGCTTyXAPOI/AAAAAAAAASY/Ij-DFGHfu50/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-1912209108981657405</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-08T21:40:30.406-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summertime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Lovin' Spoonful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Summer in Pine Valley</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TDZ8XZYwYsI/AAAAAAAAASA/ydn8dbHTW7A/s1600/SummerSun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TDZ8XZYwYsI/AAAAAAAAASA/ydn8dbHTW7A/s400/SummerSun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491713537018454722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 7/8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you guys.  It is so. hot. in NYC right now.  It's hot in Pine Valley too.  Wrote a song about it.  Wanna hear it?  Here it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sung to the tune of The Lovin' Spoonful's "Summer in the City")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot town, summer in Pine Valley&lt;br /&gt;Lavery’s looking’ tan and Randi’s lookin’ lovely&lt;br /&gt;So nice she’s gonna be a model&lt;br /&gt;Over in Europe, hope she doesn’t hit the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda I know you love Jake&lt;br /&gt;but modeling in Europe is a chance that you should take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Pine Valley it’s a different world.  Go out and find a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic or run and jog in the park, we’ll go to ConFusion when it gets real dark&lt;br /&gt;Cuz babe, don’t you know it’s a pity the days, can’t be like the nights&lt;br /&gt;In the Summer, in Pine Valley, In the Summer, in Pine Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot town, summer in Pine Valley&lt;br /&gt;Angie’s goin’ blind and she still won’t tell her hubby&lt;br /&gt;Things suck cuz he got sent home&lt;br /&gt;Mayor doesn’t like him cuz he’s always on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie you gotta tell him soon&lt;br /&gt;you can’t solve the blindness, pushin’ the couch around the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Pine Valley it’s a different world.  Go out and find a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic or run and jog in the park, and we’ll go to ConFusion when it gets real dark&lt;br /&gt;Cuz babe, don’t you know it’s a pity the days, can’t be like the nights&lt;br /&gt;In the Summer, in Pine Valley, In the Summer, in Pine Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot town, Hayward in Pine Valley&lt;br /&gt;Greenlee’s getting’ mad cuz he’s seemin’ kinda sketchy&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he only gave confession&lt;br /&gt;So he would look a hero make a really good impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haywardddd, I will love you always&lt;br /&gt;though you’re such a liar and you like to steal the babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Pine Valley it’s a different world.  Go out and find a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic or run and jog in the park, and we’ll go to ConFusion when it gets real dark&lt;br /&gt;Cuz babe, don’t you know it’s a pity the days, can’t be like the nights&lt;br /&gt;In the Summer, in Pine Valley, In the Summer, in Pine Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-1912209108981657405?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-in-pine-valley.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TDZ8XZYwYsI/AAAAAAAAASA/ydn8dbHTW7A/s72-c/SummerSun.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-70215137348326027</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T14:28:47.017-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lots of talkin' and not much doin'</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv soap operas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Colby</category><title>On a very special episode of AMC...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC4u42pWvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k260ntLKoO0/s1600/normal_amc-051110-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC4u42pWvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k260ntLKoO0/s400/normal_amc-051110-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489376550087736722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby learns the world does not revolve around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 7/2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a whole bunch of doin' nothin' on today's episode, huh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6Zz2WtcgGo"&gt;Less talkin', let's see some action, Pine Valley&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno's Baby Daddy's Fake Daddy is still a douche, so Tad punches him.  Dr. Mrs. Police Chief of Staff is still goin' blind, so Funny Doc is gonna help her out.  Natalia's not doing a very good job investigating Erica's plane crash in West Virginia (Yeah, whatever they SAY it's because the Feds aren't really cooperating but I think it's because she's kind of a bad cop who shoots people for no reason) so Police Chief has to go down there and fix this situation and put that tall, dark, sexy, hunky, evil Dr. David Hayward behind bars for good.  Oh and NeoColby is shocked to find out that not everyone can drop everything so they can follow her to ol' Manhatty for a fake internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost Independence Day, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9214062097782315246-70215137348326027?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-very-special-episode-of-amc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC4u42pWvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k260ntLKoO0/s72-c/normal_amc-051110-002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-1565617180630879994</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T22:37:27.762-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York City</category><title>A picture's worth a thousand naked Lizas</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC1GgcteVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/9ZvTWas_Ge0/s1600/042409_jluner_view_240x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC1GgcteVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/9ZvTWas_Ge0/s400/042409_jluner_view_240x320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489121044111184962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reason #1 July is awesome- it's the Aiden Turner month on my "Men of Pine Valley" calendar.  Oh Aiden, I've missed your chisled jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 7/1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Doc and Amanda arrive back from their glamorous tropical honeymoon in the New York City, and they've brought bagels and coffee!  Was it just me, or were they eating those bagels in a really weird way?  I am led to believe they have never eaten bagels before.  I bet it's a South Beach Diet kinda thing.  Anyhoo, Amanda's a Snoopy McSnooperson and she goes through Juno's Baby Daddy's phone while he's being polite and getting junk out of her car for her. She sees the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4JLvVdGi20&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;half nakey photos of Liz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4JLvVdGi20&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt; and gets all upset and stuff because I guess blackmail's unethical.  Please, Amanda, like you've never taken covert photos of your birth father's girlfriend because she tried to seduce you and prevent you from dating her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Liza's daughter, NeoColby got that fake internship from the fake fashion designer in NYC.  This means she and Juno's Baby Daddy can move to the big city together and do adult things!!  How fun!  Not so fast, girlfriend.  Juno's Baby Daddy can't even say "I love you, too" to you, why in the world would he want to move in with you?  Plus he's got free health care and bagels in Pine Valley.  And you're sometimes overbearing and kind of a drag.  This is not a judgment, just an observation.  NeoColby freaks out and assumes that Juno's Baby Daddy is cheating on her and she wants Tad (HIS FATHER!) to use his detective skills and investigate.  Paranoid, party of one.  Your table's ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. David Baby Stealer and Greensleeves had a great night of gettin' busy, and everything's blissful and lovey and they take a walk in the park (the REAL park, like outside and stuff.  Not that fake park everyone's usually hangin' out in.)  Naturally, the workout twins, Madison and Lavery, ruin the whole scene with their sports accessories and leg cramps.  Dr. David Baby Stealer is cold as ice, but Greensleeves is a little thrown off, understandably so, as Lavery's tank top &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a little alarming.  After the four part ways, Lavery invites Madison to New York City with him next week for some junk or somethin' and Madison's all, "Of COURSE I'll be in a New York City montage with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 says there's a good long twirling scene next week with those two fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-1565617180630879994?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-worth-thousand-naked-lizas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TC1GgcteVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/9ZvTWas_Ge0/s72-c/042409_jluner_view_240x320.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-4004817433708584773</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-30T15:36:29.183-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rental mansions</category><title>Palmer's Will: The hits just keep coming!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCuZuw_nODI/AAAAAAAAARo/xseRGrjswo8/s1600/Marissa_Tasker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCuZuw_nODI/AAAAAAAAARo/xseRGrjswo8/s400/Marissa_Tasker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488649599585826866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I partially fell asleep during today's episode because I'm off from work and that makes me all naptastic.  Let's see what I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 6/30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you can write your will so it forces people to do things like move to a new town and change their name?  Me neither. Palmer did, though!  That's exactly what he did to old Caleeeeeb.  Poor Caleb has to move to Pine Valley for at least a year AND change his last name to Cortlandt from Cooney.  (Cortlandt is better, Caleb.)  AND apparently Dr. David Hayward was a renter- A RENTER!- and now Caleb gets to live at the WildWoodWind mansion because Palmer bought it for him.  This doesn't seem that legal to me, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Babe thinks she needs to sex it up a bit for Junior, since he seems to like crazy slutwhores like Annie.  She buys a shorter version of my homecoming dress from 1998 (A note to the ladies: you may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; the only way you'll win your high school ex-boyfriend back is by forcing him to take you to homecoming and wearing a mesh cut out dress so tight you can hardly breathe, but trust me, mesh is never the answer and he's not worth the effort anyway. ) but then Lil' A.J. ruins the whole thing because he tells her he's "scared" because she's all done up.  To quote &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://wolfsburgrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Paraphrasing Pine Valley&lt;/a&gt;, "What kind of dumb@$$ kid gets scared because his mom's wearing makeup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Chief has now enlisted Tad to find George Someone or Other, who was somehow involved in Erica's plane crash or the whole SEC/Fusion/embezzlement thing or something.  I don't know, I'm pretty sure I dozed off for that part. I think the point is that Police Chief's bummed his wife is bummed and he's gonna blame David Hayward for it.  Actually, we should really be blaming that eye disease but what do I know? I did wake up to Greensleeves and Dr. David Hayward almost gettin' it on, which is always enjoyable to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I don't mean that to sound as pervy as it does.  Yes I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-4004817433708584773?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/palmers-will-hits-just-keep-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCuZuw_nODI/AAAAAAAAARo/xseRGrjswo8/s72-c/Marissa_Tasker.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-6647288849946512046</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-30T08:55:27.406-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">will readings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>"What do you wear to a will reading anyway?"</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCs2He49EHI/AAAAAAAAARg/dl_5uy_PKOg/s1600/Walt_Willey_BIO_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCs2He49EHI/AAAAAAAAARg/dl_5uy_PKOg/s400/Walt_Willey_BIO_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488540073060012146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're Jackson, some sexy reading glasses and that luscious head of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 6/29:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day of Palmer's will reading, ya'll!  EricaKane is finally, for reals, released from hospital only after she wakes up to NooBianca watching her sleep as she whispered "Caleb . . . Caleeeeeb."  (Erica, not NooBianca.)  NooBianca thinks this is weird (no weirder than watching people sleep, NooB) and grills her moms about "Caleeeeeb."  Erica plays it off with a "He's just this dude who's mean, and rugged, and chiseled and hunky and . . . is it getting hot in here?  I mean, I hate him."  Evs, Erica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Krystal stops by Erica's hospital room (can't this woman just leave the place already?) and Krystal basically implies that Erica better not be playin' Jackson for a fool.  Erica implies that Krystal better not be writin' checks her butt can't cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker Scott is totally freaked out by this will reading, since he basically stole all of Palmer's NanoIpod Technology and he's worried that Palmer's gonna blow up his spot from the afterlife.  CrazAnnie is dressed like a crazy slutwhore for this thing, even though homegirl wasn't REALLY invited because she's a crazy slutwhore.  Naturally, she goes anyway and she and Not Babe have a confrontation/catfight about Junior and how NotBabe is mad boring and THAT'S why Junior slept with CrazAnnie.  I might have to agree with the crazy lady on this one.  It culminates with and very lady-like tussle between the 2 of 'em and they knock the marble (read: Styrofoam) Palmer memorial plaque off of it's marble (read: particle board) stand and they have to put it back together with rubber bands and gum.  Hijinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we get to Palmer's will reading and he gives NooBianca some puppets, Opal back her engagement ring (I guess he was gonna propose to her again?  At some point?), Junior a beach house and half of ChandMerica Enterprises and Sucker Scott a painting of Pigeon Hollow and then mentions something about remembering your roots- which is totally a passive aggressive way of saying "Don't be a douche and a thief, Scott."  Finally, Palmer bequeaths Palmer Technology to EricaKane and . . . wait for it . . . Caleb, who's actually Palmer's nephew.  Hilarious, right?  A hermit mountain man and some prissy princess running a technology company!  And they totes have the hots for each other. I wonder what will happen.  Sorry, Jack- I hear Krystal's on the market.&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/9214062097782315246-6647288849946512046?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-wear-to-will-reading-anyway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCs2He49EHI/AAAAAAAAARg/dl_5uy_PKOg/s72-c/Walt_Willey_BIO_pic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-9080502690739764780</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-28T23:08:47.896-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Hubbards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">angie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little House on the Prairie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>Little House on the Pine Valley</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TClc_SPrJiI/AAAAAAAAARY/okQ-psaXsY4/s1600/20100104_DWilliams_DMorgan_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TClc_SPrJiI/AAAAAAAAARY/okQ-psaXsY4/s400/20100104_DWilliams_DMorgan_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488019863226754594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously why would anyone in the world write a story line other than love and shiny happy things for these two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 6/28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dag, ya'll.  I ain't even gonna talk about all the stuff that's happened those past 3 months.  I ain't even gonna talk about Erica's plane crash, rescue by a mountain man, falling down a dirt pit and subsequent second rescue by the same mountain main.  I ain't gonna mention how Janet From Another Planet stalked Amanda and totes took some folks hostage.  And I certainly ain't gonna bring up how Bianca isn't Bianca anymore and she wears belts over sweater vests over tunics over jeans.  I ain't gonna talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're talking about what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today, Erica left hospital for the second time, and Jack (who's now her fiancee!) is totally raggin' her for not really resting up and gettin' better from the crash and the pit fall.  Instead, she's all up Greensleeve's butt about how Greensleeves and her totally awesome huzzzband Dr. David Baby Stealer a: rigged her plane to go down and b: pretty much framed her for some embezzlement and some junk.  Long story short, Dave takes the wrap, because he's awesome and chivalrous and that's what dude does.  Oh wait, no actually he bribes the Feds (or whomever that guy in the park was) for "minimal charges."  This way he's a hero AND doesn't really have to do too much time.  Dave, you and your evil ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jackson and Erica find out that Palmer's will . . . needs . . . to . . . be . . . read!!!  *Duh duh duhhhhhhhh*  Titillating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since neither Amanda, nor Funny Doc have jobs or places to be, they hang out in the park while some baby sitter watches their kid and Amanda talks about how they're totally going to Italy so Amanda can take some Italian modeling job and they can basically eat pizza and be deadbeats.  So Funny Doc goes to hospital to be all, "My name's Jake and I'm outta here- to go eat pizza for a few weeks and then I'll be back."  But then he happens upon Dr. Mrs. Police Chief of Staff, who's actin' kinda like she's can't see.  He basically tricks her into admitting that she's goin' all &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgt002_ly1U"&gt;Mary Ingalls&lt;/a&gt; on us is sorta blind because she contracted some unpronounceable disease from a little boy because Dr. David Hayward won't let the hospital buy gloves.  Oh heck to the no, writers.  This is not happenin' to my Dr. Angela Hubbard.  Fine you can make her blind, but not longer than one month, then we'll all learn a very special lesson and then only good things will happen to the Hubbards.  You hear me?  Take NooBianca- she wears weird clothes and thinks she better than everyone.  But the Hubbards?  The Hubbards are joy and light and beauty not to be messed with.  You cannot hurt my feelings like this, All My Children.  You cannot.&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/9214062097782315246-9080502690739764780?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-house-on-pine-valley.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TClc_SPrJiI/AAAAAAAAARY/okQ-psaXsY4/s72-c/20100104_DWilliams_DMorgan_300x400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-5472311471123337041</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-27T23:17:06.229-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award shows</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daytime Emmys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>The 37th Daytime Emmys and My Triumphant Return!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCfqTqcpuRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OAcinJh48t8/s1600/emmy208.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCfqTqcpuRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OAcinJh48t8/s400/emmy208.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487612294507116818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you guys.  Long time no see, right?  I'm back!  And my blog looks all fancy doesn't it?  Don't be impressed, it's just one a' those templates.  I don't have many graphic design skills, and I'm not about to front like I do.  I call this theme "The Yacht Club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in 40 minutes I'll see you here for some live blogging of the 37th Annual Daytime Emmys!  Or is it "Emmies" . . . I'm never really sure.  And why are they in June?  Aren't they usually in August?  I bet the answer is "budget cuts," right?  It's always the budget cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm EDT, be here to be . . . somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm TONY ORLANDO?!  Holy crap the Daytime Emmys got even more times awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01pm Dave Copperfield dyed his hair special for tonight too.  Just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:02pm ZOMG how'd he make Regis appear?  He just appeared out of thin air . . . or from backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03pm Do we really trust Regis Philbin to host this thing?  I predict a lot of yelling and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:04pm LaLucci sighting! PS- Regis if you have to explain your joke, it's not funny.  It's like, rule number 1 of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:10pm This As the World Turns lady is quite a handful.  So are her boobs, huh?  That dress is earning her Emmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:13pm "Jersey Boys" follows me everywhere I go.  The guy next to fake Frankie Valli is a tall drink of water though.  I'll teach him to walk like man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:16pm Marie Osmond is in the same category as Cher and Dolly Parton.  She can do no wrong.  First person to make a crack about her dress, face or performance gets cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17pm Tony Orlando's mustache is as legendary as this song.  Also he looks like Keith Hernandez from that one epsiode of Seinfeld.  Also, for most of my life I thought "Dawn" was a person and not a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:19pm Did Ryan Seacrest just say "Shubby Shecker?"  Pronunciation fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:19pm Lavery sighting!  He still thinks he dances better than everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20pm Oh LaLucci.  You have such a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:21pm CHERRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:22pm DONNNNNNNNYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:26pm Dick Clark is truly a class act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:27pm As much as I love Susan Lucci I'm not spending $.99 on a texted vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:28pm Jerry O'Connell looks a lot like Dean Superman What'shisface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:29pm Rachel Ray.  More yelling.  And gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:32pm Wow, the Lion King.  Why'd they choose a song that's not Hakuna Mata or Circle of Life or like, a real song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:32pm Ricky Paull Goldin's category!  Here we go . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:33 BOOOOOOOOOO.  Dr. Jake Martin, you was robbed.  That's a nice white tux you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:34pm Well, Mr. Young and the Restless seemed . . . energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:34pm These The Doctors people are a-holes.  There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35pm Cash Cab Cash Cab Cash Cab . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35pm CASH CAB WINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:39pm Oh Regis . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:40pm I can't believe there's a television show based on a Twitter account.  Stupid. #Imbasicallyjustjealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:42pm Hey, these Blue guys look familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:44pm All informative talk shows are about doctors?  I think hookers are much more informing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45pm Oh, Laves.  Greensleeves you look killer and tiny and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:46pm Oh Lavery.  Lavery, Lavery, Lavery.  You enunciate so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:47pm Well, hello Drew Tyler Bell.  If this soap opera thing doesn't work out there's an opening  for "Melody's Shoulder Massager" if you're interested.  Shirt optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:49pm It bums me out that this is the second year in a row that calls for a montage of a recently canceled soap.  And yet somehow The Hills is still on the air?  Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50pm Amanda!  Smokin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:52pm Commercial for the Mississippi Gulf Coast.  Just ignore all that oil and junk down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55pm Fashionistas: sparkles are in for Summer 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:57pm Now THAT'S a joke, Regis.  Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:58pm And these Massey guys are darn funny.  Once again proving the funniest writing is on Nickelodeon. The channel really hit its peak with "You Can't Do That On Television" but "Hey Dude" was a regular Noel Coward piece compared to "Two and Half Men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm Hour 1 over.  My butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:01pm I'm glad there are more Feed The Children commercials and less Vagisil than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:08pm Holy crap that's a person in a crab suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:09pm Mr. General Hospital director looked like he was standing up before they were even announced!  Shenanigans, I tell you.  It's all rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10pm I don't understand anything that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10pm Regis, rule number 2 of comedy- don't beat a dead horse . . . or joke.  Or whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10pm Soap Operas!  Sponsored by the Las Vegas Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:12pm The world's biggest Benihani?!!  Well, book me a room.  I love it when people throw food at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:13pm This Kelly Monaco lady is a robot.  A sad one.  A sad robot with hair from 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:14pm Oh LaLucci, I love you and your charitable ways.  Brava.  And brava to Feed the Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:22pm Now for some All My Children time.  This is what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:22pm LaLucci, you're a goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:25pm Agnes Nixon is the Queen.  I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:27pm  Did the announcer just say Jeff Foxworthy was up next? Did my time machine take me back to 1993 when people thought those " . . . Redneck" jokes were funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:29pm Birthday gift wish list.  Item number 1: That weird Safe book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:31pm The 5 C's: Cash Cab, Cheech and Chong and Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm Kids, let this be a lesson- do NOT over product your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:34pm Carnie Wilson hosts the Newlywed Show?  In what universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:35pm Cash Cab wins again! Ben Bailey: "I can't believe it." Subtext: I totes deserve this because my show is way more awesome than all those other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:37pm B &amp;amp; B wins for best writing.  I'd be all, "All My Children should've won" but we all know that would've been a lie.  Booo to you, Pratt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:38pm Jeff Foxworthy.  Here am I back in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:39pm Actually, these "You might be a" fill in the blank jokes weren't even funny back that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:39pm I'm pretty sure ol' Jeff said, "Best Talk Show Post."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40pm Stupid doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:41pm Now THIS doctor deserves his own tv show: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0JUVCMIRwA&lt;br /&gt;He haunts my dreams, I see his face so much on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:44pm Someday I hope to own a house in which a sectional sofa will fit.  Dream big, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45pm I don't understand a word Regis says.  I don't think Regis does either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:46pm Vanessa Marcil = definitely drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:48pm Hey!  It's that dude with the same last name as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49pm GO BOBBIE EAKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49pm You were robbed, Bobbs.  But good for you As The World Turns lady.  Your child is adorable.  Your hair accessory choices are interesting.  I am okay with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:51pm Best show is up next.  I'm rooting for AMC, but my prediction is B &amp;amp; B.  I'll bet you a million dollars.  Unless I lose, then I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:56pm That AMC clip for Best Show was kind of lame.  Like the writing last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57pm I WIN A MILLION DOLLARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57pm I mean, come on, they had Betty White.  And she died on the show.  They were destined to win.  The power of Betty White is unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:58pm Oh no, Regis.  Live mic.  LIVE MIC!  WATCH YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:59pm And . . . we're done.  Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I'm spent.  With the sequins and the Regis and magic tricks.  It was too much!  Next year in the holy land, All My Children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-5472311471123337041?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/06/37th-daytime-emmys-and-my-triumphant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/TCfqTqcpuRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OAcinJh48t8/s72-c/emmy208.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-6309137475894265210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-05T20:41:32.034-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bye</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Gone Fishin'</title><description>You guys, sometimes life gets in the way of my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty evident I've been slacking, but it is with a heavy heart that I say I'll be taking a brief 2-ish month long hiatus.  There's just too much happenin' ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll keep watching.  (Sometimes Dr. David Baby Stealer is the only thing that gets me through the day!)  But the recaps will be taking a break.  I shall return sometime in May, after I've been made an honest woman, and when I can fully commit myself to Paraphrasing Pine Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-6309137475894265210?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-fishin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-4006305354794679237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T23:53:50.735-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">taxes</category><title>The Tax Man Cometh</title><description>Today was the day I did my taxes.  Today was the day I threw a hissy fit . . . again.  Not as dramatically as last year, the year when "they" took all my money.  I could be getting $100,000 and a unicorn back and I'd still have a major meltdown . . . because math is hard.  Every year, you guys.  Every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened today on All My Children too.  I don't really remember though, because I was having my own soap opera with my "Are they going to arrest me for stapling this?!!  ANSWER ME!!" antics.  Sorry, &lt;a href="http://wolfsburgrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Paraphrasing PV&lt;/a&gt;.  It only comes but once a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-4006305354794679237?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/tax-man-cometh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-4650058886047903763</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T21:09:09.682-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Tuesday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S7KgbPJUgBI/AAAAAAAAARI/1O_DL7MyvfU/s1600/Lavery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S7KgbPJUgBI/AAAAAAAAARI/1O_DL7MyvfU/s400/Lavery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598488481628178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we learned how Lavery works out his abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-4650058886047903763?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S7KgbPJUgBI/AAAAAAAAARI/1O_DL7MyvfU/s72-c/Lavery.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-7934577929989875326</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T21:55:12.043-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flat hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Who Wants to Be Pine Valley's Next Top Undercover Model?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6wT6DKtfKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X46RkSnV8ek/s1600/SKane_240x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6wT6DKtfKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X46RkSnV8ek/s400/SKane_240x320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452755136842398882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 3/25:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalia and Amanda are both smokin' hot, CrazAnnie's a paranoid freak, Dr. David Baby Stealer is a master manipulator (actually just a really good overhearer) and everyone's hair is flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday!!  Hoo-ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-7934577929989875326?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-wants-to-be-pine-valleys-next-top.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6wT6DKtfKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X46RkSnV8ek/s72-c/SKane_240x320.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-8180598850127795159</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T21:58:52.536-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haikus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Wednesday Recap Haikus</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6rLPtVMChI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1HpqOapz6E/s1600/Vince_3-023_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6rLPtVMChI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1HpqOapz6E/s400/Vince_3-023_A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452393769612347922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 3/24:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box full of Hayward&lt;br /&gt;Is worth two in a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Give me a box'o that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad can't do "it"&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he's got an old dude's heart&lt;br /&gt;It's better this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky blue, Liza drunk&lt;br /&gt;Has she ever won a case?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe stick to booze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-8180598850127795159?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-recap-haikus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6rLPtVMChI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1HpqOapz6E/s72-c/Vince_3-023_A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-2463407154087628537</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T19:50:36.515-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bone marrow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>How do you like that crazy marrow, JR?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6VeTgWfnII/AAAAAAAAAQw/TOrn4PglN5s/s1600-h/jyoung05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6VeTgWfnII/AAAAAAAAAQw/TOrn4PglN5s/s400/jyoung05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450866613196659842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 3/19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tad is way bummed about this whole Baby Daddy to Juno's Baby Daddy thing, and he feels all guilty the kid is a brat and a prescription drug stealer.  Liza and NeoColby had some sorta talk at ConFusion about something, but I only concentrated on Colby's roots, because when I actually listen to her it has the same effect on me as fingernails on a chalk board.  Regardless, none the less Liza's all worked up and goes over Tad's and Tad's like, "let's break up."  Oh Tad Tad Tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hospital, Grandad almost lets the "You've got Annie's marrow in you" cat out of the bag to JR 'cuz he starts talkin' 'bout how she totally did a really nice thing for JR.  Meanwhile, CrazAnnie is totally paranoid about Brooke and Grandad gettin' together, which is hella ironic, given the fact that she pretty much comes onto Scott every time he walks in the room.  Dr. David Baby Stealer totes overhears one such come on, which, I suppose, was more like a "'member how we made out that one time? And how we really like each other" convo between the two of 'em, but still you guys, keep it in your pants.  When Grandad gets home, Dr. Dave tells him how those two fools are all up in each other's business and he volunteers to keep an eye on CrazAnnie, out of the kindness of his heart.  That's my Dr. David Baby Stealer.  He's a giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR's been thinkin' about what Grandad said and he makes CrazAnnie visit him in hospital.  She gets riled up because those two hate each other, in case you forgot, and is all, "I gave you my bone marrow!"  and I'm all, "Forget about the bone marrow!  Can someone please please fix her old lady bangs?  THAT would be a real favor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Junior's got that crazy marrow, I wonder if we'll get a little &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://friends.wikia.com/wiki/Drake_Ramoray"&gt;Dr. Drake Ramoray/Jessica Lockhart&lt;/a&gt; action . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-2463407154087628537?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-like-that-crazy-marrow-jr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6VeTgWfnII/AAAAAAAAAQw/TOrn4PglN5s/s72-c/jyoung05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-7843856149837219504</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T21:48:21.487-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exposed zippers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Tad the Cad's a Dad . . . again</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6LVXFtDFmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sa2cS6x9G7k/s1600-h/knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6LVXFtDFmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sa2cS6x9G7k/s400/knight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450153091716552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, I've been gone for a while!  See, there was life stuff, then work stuff, then more life stuff, then work-like stuff, then Daylight Savings happened and I ended up accidentally taping One Life to Live for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 3/18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how Tad was a big slut whore back in the day?  Well, turns out he was a slut whore  approximately 19 years ago, and Juno's Baby Daddy's his son.  (I totally called it.)  So Tad's all worked up about missing most of his kid's life, and he keeps trying to get in touch with his kid's moms, but moms totes went to Europe, probably because she didn't really feel like discussing the whole "That kid's your kid, but he thinks his step dad's really his dad instead of his step dad" thing.  Understandable.  Tad blames Liza for spooking her, but I blame Tad for his incessant calling of kid's moms.  On top of all that Tad likes Krystal again, or at least he seems like he does, and that makes Liza all mopey.  Also, Juno's Baby's Daddy's a d**k.  I'm guessing because his mother's a liar and a tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greensleeves is doin' a ad campaign for her new makeup that makes you look like you're not wearing makeup (Which, to me, completely negates the purpose of makeup.  I'm a gal who wears blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick together, though, so what do I know?)  For the location, Madison suggests the casino, which Laves totally bought yesterday. Greensleeves doesn't know that Madison knows that Laves owns the casino . . . and Zach doesn't know Laves owns the casino either . . . uh, whatever the whole casino makeup campaign is a convoluted attempt for Laves to make Greensleeves get wit' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. David Baby Stealer Greenlee Healer is hidin' out in Grandad's mansion.  He needs a place to hide, and Grandad's heart is on the fritz again so it's a match made in heaven.  This kinda makes Grandad all weird and secretive, and naturally CrazAnnie starts to lose it and thinks that somehow it's all a big Brooke thingy.  She shuffles her slippered feet down the halls of Grandad's tunnels (not a euphemism, I promise) and . . . EEK!  Who's there?!!  Guess we'll find out tomorrow!  (It's definitely David.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Is Greenlee's wardrobe now being sponsored by exposed zippers?  I mean, exposed zippers are hot right now, but it's a little excessive.  Give her buttons or snaps or velcro or something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-7843856149837219504?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/tad-cads-dad-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S6LVXFtDFmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sa2cS6x9G7k/s72-c/knight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-6518886691279765503</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T21:39:12.638-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">slacking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Tardy due to rocking out</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S5Bt0ezc8YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/drJvoaFN1ks/s1600-h/Tad_Martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S5Bt0ezc8YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/drJvoaFN1ks/s400/Tad_Martin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444972697880424834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry. I've been busy rocking out this week . . . and some wedding planning . . . but mostly rocking out, hence the lack of recaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question- who do YOU think is Juno's Baby Daddy's daddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-6518886691279765503?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/tardy-due-to-rocking-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S5Bt0ezc8YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/drJvoaFN1ks/s72-c/Tad_Martin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-3407594748590450049</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-02T21:56:14.839-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pancakes</category><title>Mmm hotcakes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S43M1hbV-6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y-V4Feo6SrQ/s1600-h/5720_1_32520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S43M1hbV-6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y-V4Feo6SrQ/s400/5720_1_32520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232744438987682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno's Baby Daddy's brave for eatin' pancakes in Pine Valley, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-3407594748590450049?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/mmm-hotcakes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S43M1hbV-6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y-V4Feo6SrQ/s72-c/5720_1_32520.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-431605233408861262</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T21:30:58.499-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fake comas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Would you like some crazy beyotch with that bone marrow, JR?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4xyV-zjHQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hFlN3F3qvyg/s1600-h/8e502359c71cd0415aa5bd2f648c65b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4xyV-zjHQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hFlN3F3qvyg/s400/8e502359c71cd0415aa5bd2f648c65b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443851771546115330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 3/1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greensleeves is at Ye Olde Castle of Romance, where Funny Doc has Nurse Gayle all holed up too, trying to make her rat on Dave.  Greensleeves is there because, she kind of loves Laves still?  I don't know why when you've got a big hunk of evil doctor at home, but whatever.  Funny Doc works his Funny ways and Greensleeves doesn't suspect that whole Gayle thing, but after she leaves Erica and Laves and the gang come over and yadda yadda yadda there gonna take Hayward down.  We've heard this one before, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Greensleeves goes back home, and confesses to Hayward about going to castle, and Hayward confesses about how he was kinda sorta helping Erica take over Fusion.  Greensleeves is displeasesleeved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno's Baby Daddy gets fired (AGAIN!) because he once tried to break into the place in which he worked.  Companies don't dig thievery.  Good to know . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out CrazAnnie is a partial match for Junior and his bone marrow, which is not as great as a full match but a lot better than just lettin' the dude hang out in a coma.  CrazAnnie didn't know that there was like, surgery involved with the bone marrow stuff, and man, that's a big deal.   So she goes into Junior's room and she's all, "To be or not to be . . . JR's bone marrow donor . . ."  And Junior's like, "Get out bitch!"  Not kidding, that dude talked!  Somebody's totally pulling the old Emma Lavery Fake Sleeping coma, aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-431605233408861262?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/03/would-you-like-some-crazy-beyotch-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4xyV-zjHQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hFlN3F3qvyg/s72-c/8e502359c71cd0415aa5bd2f648c65b3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-3266690714811179885</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-26T14:38:32.260-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nurse Gayle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soap operas</category><title>Snow my goodness where is Grandad's secret love child?!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4gZocM4S_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/97G6F0TaVdw/s1600-h/749ac1b2ce1f4fdfc53a4441c213eca6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4gZocM4S_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/97G6F0TaVdw/s400/749ac1b2ce1f4fdfc53a4441c213eca6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442628332232920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It snowed like 72 feet here in NYC, so I got a snow day!!  Thanks, snow!  And sorry in advance for trash talking you tomorrow when you ruin my weekend and get all dirty and icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 2/26:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Miguel the Grandad Secret Love Child is a bone marrow match for Junior.  Hooray!  Miguel is also a big freaking jerk and didn't get on the plane and now Junior slipped into a coma and I'm getting seriously distraught about his cancer.  This storyline is killing me, you guys!  Luckily, CrazAnnie went rogue . . .rouge? . . . rogue and is totes getting tested without Junior's knowledge and I'm sure she'll be a match and Junior's gonna wake up in a few months with some crazy beyotch marrow in his bones.  At least that's what I'm hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. David Baby Stealer and Greensleeves got married! Greensleeves totally wants to "consummate the marrige" (wink wink) with him, but he resists, because he doesn't want mess up the fact that they're friends and he can tell her anything and he really likes her and they have a special connection.  Um, that kinda sounds like love to me, Hayward, but whatevs.  Thank you for saving yourself for me.  Greensleeves is totally onto the whole Erica/Hayward thingy thingy about Erica wanting Fusion and making Hayward help her make that happen and junk.  So Hayward tells Greensleeves that it's all gonna be okay and that he's the one doing the the manipulating (which Erica totally overhears) but it kinda sorta seems like he's not being truthful.  I swear to goodness, Hayward, if you burn Greensleeves I'm going to be so t.o.'d.  Oh, I'll still be in love with you, but that will make me sad for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunky 1 and Drunky 2 (Laves and Funny Doc) have the BRILLIANT plan to get Nurse Gayle's help to take Hayward down.  They drank a bottle of brown liquor between the two of 'em yesterday, and now they're freaking genius private eyes?  Gayle's kinda down but not super down, because she saw Greensleeves and Hayward making out and this hurt her feelings.  But also the Drunkies are drunk, and I think she's a little leery of helping out a buncha lushes.  And then there's the thing about how she's got the hots for Hayward, and she's got confused feelings of jealous and lust.  I feel you, girlfriend.  I feel you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-3266690714811179885?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-my-goodness-where-is-adams-secret.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4gZocM4S_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/97G6F0TaVdw/s72-c/749ac1b2ce1f4fdfc53a4441c213eca6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214062097782315246.post-2832915973310426206</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T22:05:10.897-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jessie spano</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Children</category><title>There's no time!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4SQp3G85MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JdZebzkDP6s/s1600-h/jesse_spano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4SQp3G85MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JdZebzkDP6s/s400/jesse_spano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441633298612544706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bflYjF90t7c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  There's never any time!!  There's no time to recap!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214062097782315246-2832915973310426206?l=paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paraphrasingpinevalley.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-no-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MissMelody)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hOOoziICK8/S4SQp3G85MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JdZebzkDP6s/s72-c/jesse_spano1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

