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GiggleSugar — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 04:00:00 -0700

Lean Pockets With Bits of Plastic Recalled

Isn't the big news that plastic wasn't an official ingredient to begin with? Honestly, a lava-hot Hot Pocket could have some plastic in it and I still would probably eat it. There's just nothing like 'em - just ask Jim Gaffigan.

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Come Story Telling with me!!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 09:30:00 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

I hopped into the shower and felt the sting from the hot water on my sunburned back. Turning my neck to look, I noticed the imprint of my bandeau bikini top. It is going to burn for days but my fabulous time at the beach BBQ was so worth it. I still cannot believe that the first time I run into him I am relaxed and wearing next to nothing...couldn't have been better! Sure he may have been toting a pretty skinny little Christina Aguilera look-alike on his shoulder and I might have just gotten out of a Britney-post-Kfed phase, but I knew I looked good all cleaned up! I had gotten my act together since that fateful day when I found the my ex-husband stole all of our money on our joint bank account so he and and his young, blonde mistress could start a new life in Malibu. I don't know what's worst, that I didn't try to seek revenge like my girlfriends have suggested or that this sort of thing, husband leaving wife for a hot younger girl is so typical in our society.

I'm hoping that my trip to Madrid, funded by my wonderful mother, will change my life, and who knows, I might meet a gorgeous Spanish bullfighter. Okay a woman, in her mid-30s, can still wish like a teenager, right? Anyways as I look through the closet filled with turtle-necks sweaters and cardigans, I thought of hitting the local boutiques to find myself new wardrobes. That's when I realized that my old friend from college Elizabeth has a villa on the Southern coast of Spain in Puerto de Santa Maria in Cadiz! She owns and runs a beach bar with her boyfriend Enrique, maybe I could get a little place there and work behind the bar for awhile. I turn from the closet eager to contact her and go to the nightstand where I left my Blackberry. I dial her up and tell her about my situation. She invites me over for coffee. When I arrive at her villa, I am taken aback by the beauty of it's architecture. I walk into my room, as Elizabeth proposed that I stay with her and as I looked out my window in the mid afternoon, I saw that Spain is just amazing - its architecture, it's culture so rich! This is a great escape from the craziness that I was in. I plan to enjoy myself, have a good time and meet some great people.

Then I hear Elizabeth calling me so that she can show me around. As I come down the stairs, I see Elizabeth and Enrique's friend Ocatvio who is extremely gorgeous standing there in khaki shorts and a blue button down shirt accompanied with brown leather loafers. He smiled at me, all six foot two--manly broad shoulders of him--smiled at me. I lusted myself towards him and held my hand out to greet him. He leaned down and kissed my hand when I felt I was blushing and then noticed that Elizabeth and Enrique were staring at me like a museum exhibit.

Elizabeth chimed in and grabbed the both of us saying "Octavio is Enriques family friend, ahem, hes a very astounding artist here in Spain and he also has an amazing yatch that we are so reluctant to be able to spend the day on! Right Ocatvio??" He laughed and said "of course, I hope you have some deck shoes because those heels wont do you any good on the boat."

i looked down at my shoes, took off the straps of my shoes, placed them aside and slipped in a pair of Elizabeth's sandals. "That was fast," Elizabeth said with a smirk. We all started to laugh as I though to myself that everything will go smoothly today as long as I don't get seasick. We pile into Enrique's small silver car and cruise through the Spanish streets toward the marina. I'm in the back seat next to Octavio, the wind running through my hair. I turn towards him and he leans in and whispers, Pardon me for noticing, but your dress strap has, uh, slipped. I looked down and groaned -- apparently I had been channeling my inner Britney or Tara, and half my breast was showing. I covered up, and then tried to make light of it by saying, "Oooops... guess my girl couldn't wait til we got to the beach to come out. I've always wanted to go to a European beach where clothing is optional. I can imagine it to be a very liberating feeling. What do you think??" Octavio smiled and said,"You can be 'liberated' once we get on my yatch."

As we were walking towards the yatch I tripped and fell and face planted into the ground. I broke my nose and blood spurted everywhere. Enrique, Elizabeth and Octavio ran over to me as well as everyone else on the boat dock. Enrique pulled out a cloth from his pant pocket and held it over my nose as Elizabeth shrieked at the site of my blood. I sat up and noticed I had torn my dress and I was a complete mess. All of a sudden I felt a deep cry coming on and tears began to uncontrollably roll down my face. I couldn't control myself, I was sure a sight to tourists because people wouldn't stop starring. Suddenly Octavio picked me up while Enrique grabbed my tote bag and carried me onto his yatch. He sat me down on the couch below deck, pulled out ice from the champagne bucket then wrapped it in a towel and placed it over my nose his soothing voice comforting me. My sobs of pain and embarrassment soon began to quiet down, traded in for little giggles as Octavio joked about the time he fell off his yatch.
"I was sure a sight!" He said, and I laughed. Elizabeth brought me some water and soon I began to slowly drift off to sleep, with Octavio holding me I woke up some time later, with that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where you are, or how long you've been asleep.

Immediately I felt a pounding in my face around my nose and I recalled with all-to-clear accuracy where I was. Whether I was asleep for minutes or hours, I didn't know, but Octavio had not moved from his spot. He smiled down at me as I woke up and said "How do you feel? Everyone is on deck getting ready to have lunch, are you up to some crab cakes?" I pondered the thought of moving from where I was because my dress was still torn, my face still throbbing and I’m sure I was rather unattractive at the moment. "Sure, I just need to freshen up, where’s the restroom?"

After I safely made it to the tiny restroom that was big enough to only bend at a 45 degree angle, I dug through my bag and changed into some shorts, my cute bikini I just got and a white flowy tunic. I looked at my face in the mirror. Not too bad, it was workable. I pulled out my concealer and dabbed it over my pink nose and soon I looked decent enough to be seen in public again. I threw on some sunglasses, my big floppy hat and made my way upstairs to the deck where I could hear music blaring, laughter and the sound of champagne bottles bursting open. I glanced around searching for Octavio, then saw him waving at me from his table. I made my way towards him, brushing past strangers and stopping when Elizabeth asked how I was doing. I assured her I was just dandy, and continued my way to Octavio, who had the most cutest grin on his face! Plopping myself down beside him, he poured me some champagne and set the crab cakes he promised in front of me.

"Dig in!" He said, and I did. As I ate in such a hurry. It had been hours since I'd eating and crab cakes were one of my guilty pleasures. "I see you keep your word" I murmured as I swallowed the tasty crab cakes. Octavio plastered a huge grin across his face as he whispered in my ear "You look very lovely today, despite your little accident, the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on" Of course I started to blush and giggle like a school girl. He grabbed my hand and squeezed gently and stared me deep in the eyes. I couldn't stop concentrating on his beautiful lush brown puppy dog eyes, I could feel myself falling, and falling fast, as his face grew closer to mine. "I know our day didn't start out on the right food, but I am so happy to have you as my guest, I just have a funny feeling this is the beginning of something amazing."

I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me -- I gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I couldn't have said it any better".

Is a Political Apology Too Little, Too Late?

CitizenSugar — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:00:14 -0800

Let's call it the "Hussein Heard 'Round the World." As an opening act for a John McCain speech, conservative radio personality Bill Cunningham unleashed a torrent of censor-free remarks at Barack Obama. Cunningham said,

Now we have a hack, Chicago-style Daley politician who is picturing himself as change. When he gets done with you, all you're going to have in your pocket is change. Adding that the liberal-leaning media will "peel the bark off Barack Hussein Obama."

McCain immediately followed with a categoric apology for the event before even being asked, and flatly rejected the notion saying,

I apologize for it. I did not know about these remarks, but I take responsibility for them. I repudiate them. My entire campaign I have treated Senator Obama and Senator Clinton with respect. I will continue to do that throughout this campaign...Any comment that is disparaging of either Senator Clinton or Senator Obama is totally inappropriate.

Whether or not you think Cunningham's remarks were out of line, my question is this: When someone acts on behalf of a politician - even if the politician apologizes for or rejects the sentiment - once a statement is out there, does a politician still benefit?

In this case, McCain gets to distance himself from the "crazy right" and make bold proclamations about his fairness and commitment to running a clean campaign - even though the dirt is already out of the bag. Can a political apology be as much strategy as it is reaction?

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Come Story Telling with me!!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 11:56:52 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

"Ready for coffee yet?" I e-mailed Leah, "I am DYING to tell you about my crazy weekend with Jordon...." "I can't" was the quick response. Curious since she was always so eager to hear the details of my one night stands that turn into a full weekend. Wait, was Jordan his name again? "Okay, well then, when?" Was my impatient reply. What was going on with her? "In 1 hour, I'm dealing with something right now. Star-bee's, k?" Leah responded. "K" I said. What was I going to do for one whole hour? I really wanted to tell her about Jordon, and find out what was going on with her!

I arrived at starbucks an hour later. That's odd, she usually arrives before me whenever we make plans to meet up I hope she's ok. She arrived 15 minutes late. I had already ordered my mochiato, and she went and ordered a white blueberry unsweetened shaken iced tea. She sat down and it began to rain outside.

"So what was the big hold up?," I asked Leah. "I was making an appointment for Caleb." Caleb was her three year old son and she just recently went back to work since having him. She had been freaking out ever since he has started pre-school. She cant stand being away from him for a full 8 hrs. She is constantly making appointments for him, always worried he has caught something from another child. "Well I want to tell you all about Jordon! Or wait...was his name George? Haha--"

"Angela!? Are you ever going to grow up! You're 34! What's up with all of the flings all the time!?," Leah screamed at me. "Jeeeeeeeeeeeeez. What is your problem?" I was shocked. Leah had never responded this way to my flings before. Leah burst into tears. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I've just been so jealous lately because I've been tied down with Josh and the baby. I miss our fun time together and I'm stressed about the baby and working. I'm so sorry."

Okay, so this was new. I carefully thought about it and then said. "I totally understand but you gotta remember not everything's greener on the other side of the fence. Granted we always had a blast in the past but remember all the heartache you were put through? Look at what you have now," I said with a smile. "I on the other hand..." "I am jumping from one bed to another at a pace that would stand freud's hair on end. Your son is beautiful, healthy and adores his wonderful mommy. Stop already. You can live the wild life through me! Now listen to MY story..."

Jordon's truck rumbled down the old dirt road as the blindfold tugged uncomfortably at Angela's hair. She strained her neck with the hope that it might loosen the cloth's unyielding grasp but with each bump she began to forget about the black and green stripped blindfold "Where are we going?" begged Angela. "We have at least been driving for 3 hours and as being the one who is temporarily blind I demand some freedom for me eyes."

Jordon only laughed and told Angela that their destination was only just around the bend but as they turned the sharp corner a huge blur cascaded upon their windshield and glass was now covering the blindfold that had transformed into her protection instead of her momentary handicap.

"Oh sh*t, oh my god, Angela are you okay?" cried Jordon. "Wh-what did we hit?" squeaked Angela and as she reached up to untie her bittersweet companion she felt it was bloody and when she removed her blindfold she saw that they hit a man. They quickly rushed to see is the man was badly hurt. "Oh my God!" Angela exclaimed. She was also surpised to see that the man they hit is her ex-boyfriend. "Travis are you okay?" Angela said while her trembling hands touched the face of the man they hit.

Leah stops Angela midway through her story. "Wait wait wait... what!? Are you serious?!" Leah exclaimed. "Of course not!" reassured Angela, "I was trying to shock you so you wouldn't think about the problems you're blowing out of proportion since we both know consoling you doesn't work. You know I love you Leah and will always be there for you whenever you need me." "Goodness gracious! I was starting to think you've gone crazy with that story of yours! So tell me what really happened with Jorden or Goerge or whatever the heck his name is haha," said Leah.

"We met at a party and flirted like all night. We went back to my place and had the best sex ever." "Are you going to see him again?" asked Leah. "I didn't get his number, or full name for that matter. Too bad, because I thought there was something there. He did however leave behind a briefcase with the initials "G.B.H." I then lifted up the briefcase and put it on the table. "Well then, his name is most likely George then.

Did he get your number?" "No," I said sadly. "This is really nice leather. I think it is italian." She tried to open it, but it was locked. "I know, it smells lovely. Should we break it open and try to find him? I so badly want to see him again. "

Leah carries around everything in her purse. Her husand, Josh, had recently given her a very expensive pocket knife. She took out a screwdriver and screwed out the screws holding the lock. The briefcase had been made for style, not security. They popped it open and inside was paper work and objects in plastic bags.

"Omg he's a lawyer!! It was Geordan B. Hoffler, the top prosecutor in the state!! He is doing that high profile case against Lindsay Lohan today."

Lindsay Lohan had recently been arrested, again, but this time for breaking into Philisophy cosmetics. It had stuned the media recently as to why. "Geordan?" I asked. "His parents are loaded and his father's name was Georgan, an his mother Jordan. His siblings are Georgianna, Skye, and Taylor. The own a hotel chain across Europe, but like it here in the US. Geordan wanted to do more than be an heir, and went to Yale."

When Leah was pregnant she spent time reading all about socialites.
"Well, we better get down to the courthouse then and get him his briefcase." As they stumbled through the crowd at Starbucks, all Leah could think about is how jealous she was of Angela's wealthy one night stand.

She looked at Angela from the corner of her eye. Angela stood 5'7" tall and her long, auburn hair cascaded in waves down to her shoulder blades. Her big, hazel eyes gave the illusion of two planet earths floating in her sockets. Leah knew she was plain in comparison to Angela, with her short, blond bob and grayish-blue eyes. Her skin was much more fair is color than Angela's too. I wish I was a passionate sultriest, maybe then my husband and I wouldn’t be fighting over these... "Papers!..", exclaimed Leah and Angela stopped in her tracks.
"What?!" , inquired Angela..."Papers?" "Oh nothing, I was just remembering some papers I had to sign for work, but they can wait," answered Leah. They can always wait, she thought. She had never wanted divorce. They hopped into Leah's car and hurried down to the courthouse but was unable to get through due to the enormous amount of paparazzi filling up the streets.

"What are we going to do?," asked Angela. "There's no way we'd find Geordan in this chaos." Angela who had insisted that she drive, took a sharp u-turn and headed back towards the coffee shop. "Where are we going?" asked Leah. "I thought we were going to find Geordan no matter what?" "Oh shhh, we are going, trust me alright," bellowed Angela as she swerved through the Lindsay Lohan fans and haters.

The streets were full of old brick buildings that were now being obstructed by thousands of human bodies. Leah could not understand why this young star got so much attention but then again Leah wished she could walk down the same street and be loved and even hated by thousands.

She loved and hated her husband but she remembers it as if it were yesterday - the long dark strand of hair that she pulled out of his sweater as she does his laundry. She thinks she is being silly; that he works with women everyday. She beings to fold his gray, Calvin and Klein slacks, the same ones he wore when he went to his knees in their engagement. And as if in slow motion, the pink note slips out of the back pocket it says three simple words:

"Josh, I want a divorce." She said when they sat down for dinner four nights ago. They were having green beans and chicken. Josh just stared at her in shock, his mouth hanging open wide, and his fork midway to his mouth full of greenbeans. "..But why? We have been so happy! What about Caleb? Don't you love me? Don't you love him."
"I love you with all my heart," she said and got up from the table and threw the plate into the sink. It shattered in the sink. She grabbed her car keys and had been staying at her mother's house since. She hadn't been making a call to Caleb's doctor, but to her sister and divorce laywer, Rachel.

Rachel had tried to tell her she is jumping to conclusions. She knew her sister's marriage wasn't like the ones she always deals with. Leah wouldn't listen though. She couldn't imagine any other reason as to why there would be a note from a mysterious "A". "A" for Amber, "A" for Amanda, "A" for Ashley she thought..."A" for Angela?? "No, it can't be my Angela" she thought.

You would of never thought Angela to be a morale woman by any means. She was always bed hopping, and was quite the lush in college. But, Angela would of never have commited adultery. Not with her Josh right?

"You slut," said Leah outloud to Angela without thinking. Angela thought she was kidding. "Oh come on, you have always known I like my one night stands." "I found the note you left Josh." "The one about the necklace?"
"Pardon?"
"I picked up a custom made locket for him, that's for you. It has a picture of Caleb on one side, and the other of him. It is 18 k white gold. OMG! You think I slept with him!? Leah! Never!!!"

They now needed to rush to the court for Lindsay Lohan's trial, and to stop Rachel from writing up anymore paperwork. Outside a Lindsay Lohan fan was holding a sign that read "Save L-Lo." "Oh brother," said Angela. They had to walk 27 blocks to get to the court house through all the media.

"How are we going to get through?" asked Angela. There were twenty sherrif deputies controling the crowd. Leah went up to one and said, "I am meeting my lawyer Rachel Henry today here to look at some legal work." "Why aren't you meeting at her firm?" asked the deputy.
"She was having a hearing today for another case, and needed to see me asap. I wanted the paper work done right away." Leah showed him the divorce papers, and he recognized Rachel Henry's name. He let Leah and Angela up to the steps, through the doors.

There in the lobby was Rachel, Geordan, two other lawyers, and Josh.
"Angela!!" yelled Geordan!! He ran over to her. "I was so upset you didn't call me! I wanted to see you again, and also I left my very important briefcase at your apartment."
"You didn't leave your number," said Angela.
"Yes I did, on the dry errase board in the kitchen."
Angela hadn't gone to the kitchen this morning. She has her breakfast at Starbucks every morning.
Leah turned to Josh, "I was all wrong about the note, I'm sorry! Angela told me about the necklace." "Well there goes your surprise," said Josh.
"It is ok, you're always giving me gifts, all I need is you and Caleb. They hugged each other in an embrace and he kissed her gently. Everyone around them made an "aww noise." "Well," said Geordan, "Angela you can go sit in the back of the court if you wish. We have an important trial today."

Angela went and took a seat in the courtroom. A half hour later the trial began. Every seat in the courtroom was filled and the noisy whispers made the courtroom seem like packed stadium. Angela handed Geordan his Italian leather briefcase and he kissed her softly on her cheek. She blushed and took a seat next to Rachael, Angela and Josh.
Geordan walked to the front of the courtroom with a hop in his step since he now had Angela and his briefcase back. Angela could not help but think how nice his ass really looked in his Gucci made suit and began imagining herself in a nice, silk designer wedding dress.
"Whoa..", she sighed out loud and Leah raised her left eyebrow is curiosity. Leah gave a sweet smile and then looked away. They had been friends for too long for Leah to not understand what Angela had been thinking but why did Leah even think she would have slept with Josh?

Leah was a beautiful women with Marylin Monroe hair cut that made her look like a porcelain doll. Her fair skin always showed her soft pink cheeks and her hair fell perfectly into front of her marble eyes.
Then Angela had an idea, maybe a necklace wasn't what Leah really needed... "I got it!" exclaimed Angela. Her sudden outburst halted the court's proceedings. She blushed and quickly hid her face behind her Birkin. Leah turned to her friend and asked, "What was that about?"
"oh nothing," answered Angela gleefully.

I hope LaBelle Spa Retreat has an opening this up coming weekend, thought Angela. Leah totally deserves to be pampered after going through postpartum depression. Since the birth of her baby girl Grace, she has been down. And with Caleb going off to pre-school, and thinking Josh was cheating. It was to much for her. Poor Leah.
As trail went on Leah grew bored with this L- Lo non-sense.....
She leaned into Angela and "Hey, Lets blow this joint!" "Seriously?" replied Angela, somewhat taken aback at the thought of having to miss watching her new man in action in the courtroom. "Where to?" Angela jerked her head around and squealed. Again, the whole courtroom turned around to see who was interrupting the proceedings.

"I have an idea... just follow me, it'll be a surprise!" And with that, she led Angela as quietly as possible out of the courtroom. Strangely enough, neither women looked back to see their men being left behind. They walked the 27 blocks back to the car. I feel really bad about accusing you with Josh," said Leah. "Well, I have always been a bit wild, but I'd never do that." "I know." "And you're right. I'm 34. I need to settle down a tad." "O really?" said Lead raising an eyebrow. "Well, as in settle down I mean dating one guy for awhile, and seeing where it takes me. I wont cast out marriage, as long as my husband is a sex machine, and can satisfy my many tastes." "And is Geordan that man?"
"Haha, maybe." "So, how are we going to get you with Geordan, and me to beg for forgiveness from Josh?" "What if I take Grace and Caleb this weekend, and you go to this great spa with Josh? They have couple massages, mudbaths, and a huge jacuzzi in your room. Courtesy of moi."
"That sounds nice."
"Now that I'm being such a saint, are you going to help me with Geordan?" "Of course! Well, you obviously already have him hooked. Perhaps you should be waiting there to celebrate with him after the trial, or comfort his loss?" "Haha, well Lohan is totally guilty."

The ladies then went to Anthropolgie to get come cute outfits, and then to Agent Provocateur for something more sexy underneath. While trying on sexy lingerie Angela knew this was the time to boost Leah's spirits. She grabbed a nearby chemise she had been eying and told Leah to put it on. Leah stepped out of the changing room with her short, blond curls softly outlining her face her cheeks stained with an embarrassed blush. "Wow.." is all Angela could say while Leah soft smile turned into a frown. "You picked out a nice one," regarded Leah as she touched the pink chemise lined with silk white roses and pink lace.
"Pink was always my color," sighed Leah. "What's WRONG with you," cried Angela. "You are a bombshell that just need a little self-confidence boost and I still have no idea what is stopping you from wanting to make wild love to the lady you are looking at in the mirror, YOU!"

Leah laughed and Angela purr like a cat as Leah twirled in her new chemise. "Black Card to the rescue!" giggled Angela.