<?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-22914313</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:24.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quaree Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'>The stories of Amber Quaree and the generations of descendants who follow...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729619218102401152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914313.post-114291478197727179</id><published>2006-03-20T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:22:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Meets Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-martin-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I met the sweetest guy at Crypt O Night. His name is Martin Langly and he has the most alluring blue eyes I've ever seen! He is a bit on the shy side, but it didn't take long for us to strike up a conversation and get to know each other a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-martin-talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, so he did a lot of talking and I didn't do a whole lot of listening. I just couldn't take my eyes away from his blues. I just nodded along and acted cute, anything to keep him interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-martin-backrub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We danced for a little while until he started complaining that his back was hurting him, so I gave him a nice shoulder massage. After he was a bit more relaxed, we headed to The Hub for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-martin-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-martin-dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a nice time and we flirted a little, but like I said, he's pretty shy so I did my best not to scare him away by overdoing it. I figure we can go on a second date soon and I can overdo it then. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-shane-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-shane-bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got home, Shane was so excited I could hardly understand him, his mouth was running so fast. All I got was something about a board meeting and shipping issues or something and what he proposed worked so he got to bring home a nice little bonus check of $40K which would be enough to finish the first floor of my dream house as well as get us some nice furnishings. Of course, that was cause for celebration. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/house-firstfloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/house-firstfloor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still can't believe that the first floor has been built! I let him do most of the decorating too since it was his money that paid for it, but I'm thinking about slowly changing things one at a time. Besides, it's not like he'll be living here forever, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Amber XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/03/shane-and-secretary.html"&gt;&lt;- Prev Page&lt;/a&gt; ~ Next Page -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/introducing-amber-quaree.html"&gt;Beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914313-114291478197727179?l=quareelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114291478197727179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914313&amp;postID=114291478197727179' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114291478197727179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114291478197727179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/03/amber-meets-martin.html' title='Amber Meets Martin'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729619218102401152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914313.post-114291294364839960</id><published>2006-03-20T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:25:16.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane and the Secretary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-diary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-diary2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You would not believe what happened! In my last entry, I had written about Shane needing a place to live and me needing four walls, etc, so after talking about it, he had agreed to move in and help finance my dream house. I knew he had quite a bit of money stashed away, but I didn't realize he was CEO of LlamaRama, the company that sponsors racing llamas!! All I know is I woke up one morning to the thundering roar of a helicopter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/shane-heli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/shane-heli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sure enough, I looked out the window as Shane was about to board, leaving for work. I was shocked! Anyway, he had moved in on his day off and I had found a job as a golf caddy, but was quickly promoted to gas station attendant and was at work when he brought his secretary home with him. I think he said her name is Gina Baity, but I'm not sure. Anyway, since we decided we had an "open relationship", he decided to share all the details with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/shane-sec-home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From what he told me, it started off as all business. They were discussing the financial reports or some other boring business reports and he invited her inside for a drink. He has this thing for blonde girls and thought she looked pretty hot in her blue dress and beret so he decided to test the waters and take it one step further. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sharon's note: blue dress, beret...Monica anyone? LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/shane-sec-crush.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After a few drinks, Shane made Gina feel comfortable about being alone with him in the house, and started to charm his way into her heart. He escorted her to the living room to watch TV while he changed into his comfy "party clothes" and joined her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/shane-sec-couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/shane-sec-couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It didn't take long before she hopped into his lap and started making out with him on the couch. I guess she figures there's more than one way to get a raise from her boss. At least they both got they wanted - more money for her and another notch in the bedpost for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/shane-sec-reassure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/shane-sec-reassure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He told me he reassured her as she left that she was talented in all areas of her work and that their little tryst wouldn't affect her negatively on the job as long as she kept it as their little secret. I don't think Shane told her that he has a roommate that he sleeps with yet, but I'm sure we'll run into each other soon enough. I could care less about their fling they have going on, except now he's one up on me. Oh yeah, we sort of started a contest to see who could charm more people into wanting to be with us. He might be ahead for now, but there is still plenty of time and plenty of men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Amber XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/amber-meets-shane.html"&gt;&lt;- Prev Page&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/03/amber-meets-martin.html"&gt;Next Page -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/introducing-amber-quaree.html"&gt;Beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914313-114291294364839960?l=quareelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114291294364839960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914313&amp;postID=114291294364839960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114291294364839960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114291294364839960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/03/shane-and-secretary.html' title='Shane and the Secretary'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729619218102401152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914313.post-114107896669746427</id><published>2006-02-27T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:50:12.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Meets Shane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-diary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/amber-diary3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walls and carpet now! My dream house still isn't finished yet, but.. Hmm...guess I should explain how I got this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-shane-intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/amber-shane-intro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On my way to check out Pleasantview's downtown area, I walked by one of the parks and this guy caught my attention. He had a serious face complete with these perfect glasses (some men look so sexy when they wear them) but he was dressed to party. His name is Shane GilsCarbo and he says he's been living in this area for most of his life. We shared stories about our childhood (I think he said his brother's name was Goopy - odd huh) and had fun joking and flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-shane-park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/amber-shane-park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time flew so fast while we were talking. As the sun was setting, I realized that he was using my own moves on me! Obviously he and I had a lot in common and it wasn't long before he was sweeping me off my feet. This wasn't supposed to happen!! I had intended on going out, meeting some random guy with simoleons to spare, and playing the 'damsel in distress' card to get a roof over my head before moving on to the next guy. Shane was making this harder for me...I actually think I'm starting to care about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-shane-dance-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/amber-shane-dance-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously, the attraction was mutual, because Shane offered to take me to The Hub, his favorite club downtown. We danced for hours, enjoying each others company and flirtatious advances. The night flew by and we both grew tired, but not of each other, so I took him home with me and showed him my "spot under the stars". Maybe the 'damsel in distress' card would work after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-shane-cuddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/amber-shane-cuddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the wee hours of the morning laying on my bed just cuddling and talking. He told me about his recent ex girlfriend and how they had just broken up that day. She had kicked him out after finding a love letter in the mailbox. He admitted that he didn't like to be tied down to anyone and I agreed with him. It seemed Shane and I had more in common than I first realized. He needed a place to stay, and I had a house that needed to be built. We both craved attention and love from more than one person at a time and the thought of settling down scared us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/house-with-walls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/320/house-with-walls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The solution was obvious. Shane moved in and put up 19000 simoleons to help me get my dream house built. It was only enough to finish half of the first floor, but it was more than I expected. We fell in love with each other tonight and made an agreement that even though we would both date other people, we wouldn't do it in front of each other while we lived together. It's one thing to deal with that drama when you're living alone, but another thing when you're living with someone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I'll end this here. Shane has to work tomorrow (I'm still not sure what he does) and I need to find a job tomorrow too so we won't have to be roommates forever. Before that, we have some "celebrating" to do! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amber XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/introducing-amber-quaree.html"&gt;&lt;- Prev Page&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/03/shane-and-secretary.html"&gt;Next Page -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914313-114107896669746427?l=quareelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114107896669746427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914313&amp;postID=114107896669746427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114107896669746427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114107896669746427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/amber-meets-shane.html' title='Amber Meets Shane'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729619218102401152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914313.post-114107327748595480</id><published>2006-02-27T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:25:02.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Amber Quaree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-diary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the beginning of a new life for me! I spent most of the morning dealing with the contractor for the house and the furniture moving people, but I think everything will be okay. The lot is big enough for the house I chose, but I spent so much on the land that I didn't have enough money to actually build the house. Oh well, I guess I'll be camping out with my stuff until I meet someone who will "let me" charm their money out of them. I wouldn't dare ask Daddy for more money - he doesn't think I can make it on my own anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I should introduce myself, in the chance I become famous and my diary is worth money. My name is Amber Quaree, daughter of renowned geologist Roc Quaree. My mom, Ruby Quaree, died two years ago. My brother Shale and I were off at college and she would get lonely when Dad would go off on his expeditions. She would often wander around outside, just watching the clouds, wishing time would pass faster for her beloved to come home. Two days before he was scheduled to come home, a satellite fell from the sky and killed her. Our family was devastated, but we stuck together and tried to move on. I spent most of my time dating to try to forget the pain, while Shale poured himself into his studies. I eventually gave up on school after going on academic probation, but Shale graduated with honors and is now working with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Shale decided they wanted to move closer to the caves they were exploring, but it's in another country and there was no way I was going with them. So Dad gave me access to the account he had put my wedding money in (like I'll ever get married) and said I could either use that money to "find myself" or I could go with them. Needless to say, I took the money and now they're gone. I don't think Daddy has much faith in me and that I'll probably last a week if I'm lucky before I call him and beg for him to send a plane or something to bring me to them, but that's ok, I'll prove him wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-primp-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-primp-wave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough about them, I'd rather talk about me! If I was to describe myself in a few words, it would be a fun loving romantic!! I'm a Pisces, I have long blonde hair (usually kept up in a ponytail), fair skin and grey eyes. I love parties and my goal is to be a Professional Party Guest - can you believe that people actually get paid to party?? I am the eternal romantic though - I love falling in love (and the woohooing that goes with it isn't bad either). I've been known to have more than one guy at a time - it's a rush to see how many guys I can be with and not get caught! Of course, that's gotten me in a lot of trouble in the past, but what can I say? I live for it and will probably die for it too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/1600/amber-primp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4710/2204/400/amber-primp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of men, it's time for me to scope the town and see who's out here! I've got a house waiting to be built and I need the simoleons or it's never going to get done. Gotta find me "Mr. Right For The Moment" with deep pockets. I'm sure I'll write later on how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amber XOXO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/amber-meets-shane.html"&gt;Next Page -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22914313-114107327748595480?l=quareelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/114107327748595480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22914313&amp;postID=114107327748595480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114107327748595480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22914313/posts/default/114107327748595480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quareelegacy.blogspot.com/2006/02/introducing-amber-quaree.html' title='Introducing Amber Quaree'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729619218102401152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
