<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8098193477206183472</id><updated>2024-10-04T23:28:38.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things about everything!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-8253942401069838367</id><published>2010-07-12T19:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:13:45.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkPtLan6Xuj3IPd3RQgiyLS9EKqh0BuVBn3KZowvjpiKmhged6sK9ETm-RuZeEF3kOIcxdFKiLAGCF4Hb1uo4wo6uE1JB17LMBa1F5QxIb6Niza7c0UV6VKepFXNDzjqqrP5dzzgH1Z9y/s1600/51ZCCAFM71L.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493183248926025538&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkPtLan6Xuj3IPd3RQgiyLS9EKqh0BuVBn3KZowvjpiKmhged6sK9ETm-RuZeEF3kOIcxdFKiLAGCF4Hb1uo4wo6uE1JB17LMBa1F5QxIb6Niza7c0UV6VKepFXNDzjqqrP5dzzgH1Z9y/s320/51ZCCAFM71L.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don&#39;t remember when I signed up to be a spy.. but today I found myself along with my sidekick at Astoria Pool sneaking a peak at my four year old at his first day of summer camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There he was chatting with new little friends and playing around. I saw him go into that 2 feet pool and splash around and be independent. At one point I wanted to shout out and wave, and let him know I saw him and that I was there for him. Thats just in case the 150 summer camp counselors and 30 lifeguards that were there to save him for some reason couldn&#39;t that I &quot;SUPERMOM&quot; was there. However my sidekick held me back. I was confused, and felt impotent. I wanted to jump over that separation bar and spray some sunblock on him, I wanted to lay out his towel to dry and neatly place his crocks where he could find them. Right when I was at the verge of going insane it happened, I saw how my little one dried himself off and neatly (like his mom would) lay out his towel to dry, and apply sunblock, I was proud! he did just as I would do, and I wasn&#39;t even present! (at least to his knowledge) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see a couple months ago I decided he was going to be one of them kids that attended summer camp. Not knowing what I was getting myself into, I signed away and made that payment. Now I find myself crying and worried about my child hoping all is well as he journeys out on his summer adventures. I know this is what&#39;s best for him, but just like his first day of school, I&#39;m the one left crying on the sidelines after he is scooped up by the bus that takes him away and leaves me in that dramatic state. Parenting is more than bedtimes, milk , cartoons. If you&#39;re a parent you know exactly what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m hoping it gets better with time but I&#39;m only fooling myself! I know it will only get worse as he gets older. I&#39;m thinking I&#39;m gonna have to come up with some sort of disguise and I&#39;m wondering how long my Sidekick aka sister will be up for the job. It&#39;s unbelievable how attached we are to our children at least us moms are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO when the kid gets home and I ask him how his day went, when I asked him what happen at the pool he says it went horrible that he didn&#39;t have his towel and that his skin feels burned..(Really?) and that he spoke to no one......When I ask him if he wants to go back, he says yes. (Big Really?) This kids out to get me...Thank God I traded in my 9-5, for a day of espionage at the pool, call Russia I&#39;m on my way! I&#39;ll take Summer Games for 300 Please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8253942401069838367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8253942401069838367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8253942401069838367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkPtLan6Xuj3IPd3RQgiyLS9EKqh0BuVBn3KZowvjpiKmhged6sK9ETm-RuZeEF3kOIcxdFKiLAGCF4Hb1uo4wo6uE1JB17LMBa1F5QxIb6Niza7c0UV6VKepFXNDzjqqrP5dzzgH1Z9y/s72-c/51ZCCAFM71L.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-5118955265272485252</id><published>2010-07-06T12:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:27:26.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4qFsCVdp7MC9e0mnc-TotZ3DjxVpNnWGmS8mE0GnihdQ83L5GH94eUK3G8QFEXHC-oQNoY80ZE0uKBPr4nVjBF7GHHPyfV_xgsi07mDcRZSrOys-Xn8btnJi-mBfMmaCAJ5d7Y1n4qeH/s1600/imback.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491510489458256898&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4qFsCVdp7MC9e0mnc-TotZ3DjxVpNnWGmS8mE0GnihdQ83L5GH94eUK3G8QFEXHC-oQNoY80ZE0uKBPr4nVjBF7GHHPyfV_xgsi07mDcRZSrOys-Xn8btnJi-mBfMmaCAJ5d7Y1n4qeH/s320/imback.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have missed you!!! No not you, you...For the past two weeks I have been on vacation, a very well deserved one! It felt good not to have a schedule and roam free, wake up late, enjoy the water, drinks, and whatever else was offered, guilt free! I did not miss the city one bit!&lt;em&gt; What &lt;/em&gt;I did miss was writing the blog since I know I have some faithful readers(thank you, thank you). Never thought I would be a blogger and must share some info.. there are a whole lot of bloggers out there (just in case you didn&#39;t know) there is practically a blog for everything. I kind of feel bad my blog is not geared towards one specific thing. Oh well its my blog..&quot;read if ya want&quot; ..its my motto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during my vaca I went to Jamaica and the Jersey Shore.. I have a thing with letters and numbers. one year I went to Cabos and Columbia one year I went to DR and Denver...I kid..but I do have random moments like that, dates have to match and sound good together its easier for me to remember them, not just any dates, I&#39;m not a freak..(ha) just important ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well back to Jamaica and Jersey.. Jamaica first and (Mikey this ones for you!) I will never go back there again!!!!.. I&#39;m sorry Bob, your people were kind of rude to me! I know ,I know ONE LOVE, ONE HEART! we have all seen the commercials....not!!!.. and maybe my comment is geared towards the hotel we stayed in the RIU NEGRIL!!! WTF it was a hot mess! I have never had such a vaca, where the towel boy tells you to go get a towel yourself! Thank God I was with my Family and Friends or else I would have been on the next plane up out of Jamrock!Not even the trees were good, Not that I smoked them.( I did,when in rome!)...but everything was not &quot;Erie Mon&quot; and me &quot;Wan Gwan&quot; to reach home real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jersey well that&#39;s another story..different kind of vaca,.. PG Rated with my kids..and other peoples kids..nice..laid back.. soothing.. again.. PG 13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Next Monday!!Places not to visit for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5118955265272485252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5118955265272485252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5118955265272485252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&#39;m Back!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4qFsCVdp7MC9e0mnc-TotZ3DjxVpNnWGmS8mE0GnihdQ83L5GH94eUK3G8QFEXHC-oQNoY80ZE0uKBPr4nVjBF7GHHPyfV_xgsi07mDcRZSrOys-Xn8btnJi-mBfMmaCAJ5d7Y1n4qeH/s72-c/imback.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-7399945660250252539</id><published>2010-06-21T07:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:52:28.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake what ya momma gave ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZWTitZJzrBYbDz_W2HgYbjzk21GMny_VMku-xoetlWbbeGgf_74hzua2Tq53Q4Ur5usDueU1d-BSO41-H9iRemSzmjWHIF_pMFgdJJp8bcDUf6yIQO9J7b1vwuaY6Hs4Lr8AxMb5rGw-/s1600/Old%20Ladies%20Rebellion%20Tea-shirt.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485205317809807650&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZWTitZJzrBYbDz_W2HgYbjzk21GMny_VMku-xoetlWbbeGgf_74hzua2Tq53Q4Ur5usDueU1d-BSO41-H9iRemSzmjWHIF_pMFgdJJp8bcDUf6yIQO9J7b1vwuaY6Hs4Lr8AxMb5rGw-/s320/Old%2520Ladies%2520Rebellion%2520Tea-shirt.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as promised here I am only posting on Mondays. This weekend was an eventful one. For the first time ever I went out with my mom to a club. What I saw was insane.. Yes I have been to a club many a times.. but Saturday night was special..cause I was with the woman who brought me into this world.. and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;seeked&lt;/span&gt; desperately to navigate me away from theses places in my late teens and all through my twenties. My mom was on her best behavior and I must say it wasn&#39;t bad at all.. we all had a great time. However I cant speak the same for other people.. I hope it wasn&#39;t your mother I saw out last night with a mini skirt hiked up her butt.. looking for some action.. walking up in the place, rubbing hands together as if she knew she was going to get some.. I was embarrassed for that lady. Actually I was embarrassed for quite a few of them. When is it time to just lay back and relax.. I know about not going gentle into that goodnight.. I have been fighting the battle for a little while now.. I&#39;m just curious when is enough enough!These ladies blessed their heart, looked as if they were regulars in that place(Gran &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;JUBILE&lt;/span&gt;).. And I find nothing wrong with women over 55 getting their grove on.. but come on!!! have some respect! I would never be able to frequent a same social establishment as an 18 year old would.. unless its the library, grocery store, restaurant or hospital..! There is a time for everything in life...so take advantage. just like milk has an expiration date so does the ability of you looking sexy in a too tight skirt in a club!! What was even more &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; is that  these ladies had more energy than me..hahaha..So maybe I am hating just a tad, but &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; serious when I say 55+ have no business up in a club with people half their age. Its wrong and feelings could get hurt! More &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt; it&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah go out and celebrate.. I have no &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;.. but becoming a regular???...you shouldn&#39;t become a regular anywhere, at any age!!! I&lt;em&gt;&#39;ll take knowing when to stop for 300 please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7399945660250252539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/shake-what-ya-momma-gave-ya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7399945660250252539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7399945660250252539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/shake-what-ya-momma-gave-ya.html' title='Shake what ya momma gave ya!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZWTitZJzrBYbDz_W2HgYbjzk21GMny_VMku-xoetlWbbeGgf_74hzua2Tq53Q4Ur5usDueU1d-BSO41-H9iRemSzmjWHIF_pMFgdJJp8bcDUf6yIQO9J7b1vwuaY6Hs4Lr8AxMb5rGw-/s72-c/Old%2520Ladies%2520Rebellion%2520Tea-shirt.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-4639155207335400484</id><published>2010-06-14T12:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:57:42.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVMYTcF5CFag8vUQFJTMBtepNMxUHmifB4mLe8Lp8IzjDCdpTnIZnRdR7_Vq_Rdno8_diR6j7Xi_q7L12nmMqwYHvKMTmCQxPTK90UoqVLVIAWxfi3ETa4iq1FZUn0qVFnjJYnfyb0BAO/s1600/angry_baby_head.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482673854692015858&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVMYTcF5CFag8vUQFJTMBtepNMxUHmifB4mLe8Lp8IzjDCdpTnIZnRdR7_Vq_Rdno8_diR6j7Xi_q7L12nmMqwYHvKMTmCQxPTK90UoqVLVIAWxfi3ETa4iq1FZUn0qVFnjJYnfyb0BAO/s320/angry_baby_head.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I knew the decore blog would be hard.. since I&#39;m a fanatic about interiors and there is just too many possibilities.. So here I am back to my basic blog, about me and everything else I want to speak about! This morning I was overwhelmed thinking that there aren&#39;t enough hours in the day to accomplish everything on my list, as usual.. I start thinking and stressing about absolutely everything. I carry those thoughts into my job where of course they are less receptive and where for the past 2 months threes has been nothing but a negative, fake energy in the air! Mid morning I stop everything, take a deep breath and exhale the longest breath you can possibly imagine. I start to think about all my blessings and my thoughts get interrupted by &quot; I need you to call such and such.....because..such and such is happening&quot; in the nastiest tone. Umm Thanks for interrupting my wusa moment! Particularly coming from one of the people that have been trying to make my work life a living hell..how appropriate! Now if i didn&#39;t know any better i would have thought this girl was premeditating my exact moment of release so she could step in with her request.. I dusted her off, and continued with my duties.. Rhianna&#39;s &quot;I&#39;m so hard&quot; pops up into my Pandora and I&#39;m like &quot;yes, I am so hard&quot; hahahah.. back to me! Now this could have gone completely the other way where I could have spazed on her.. which she rightfully deserves, for all these months of antagonizing me!but i held my composure and didn&#39;t allow her to see that she affected me in any way. We sometimes let people affect us in a negative way and we end up hurt, angry , or stressed out.. Not me, not anymore.. I&#39;m letting many things and people sliiddddddddddddddddeeeeeeee! Cause at the end of the day, my moments and time are important to only me. I can choose to be happy or I can choose to get upset.. its in my hands! I am sure this girl was fishing for another outcome.. she didn&#39;t get it., never ever gonna get it! Ill take moments that take your breath away for 400 please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4639155207335400484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/breath-easy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/4639155207335400484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/4639155207335400484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/breath-easy.html' title='Breath Easy!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVMYTcF5CFag8vUQFJTMBtepNMxUHmifB4mLe8Lp8IzjDCdpTnIZnRdR7_Vq_Rdno8_diR6j7Xi_q7L12nmMqwYHvKMTmCQxPTK90UoqVLVIAWxfi3ETa4iq1FZUn0qVFnjJYnfyb0BAO/s72-c/angry_baby_head.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-7530505551720586311</id><published>2010-06-06T13:45:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:09:08.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar Head!</title><content type='html'>As promised this blog will be about decore and all the awesome little pretty kick ass things that fancy me! Lately Im into jars, all sorts of interesting ones..that inspire me and take me to another time and place. These cute jars are great to store everything from your jewlery to your teabags!! I picked some up at Anthropologie, where prices range from $18-$28 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7th2pCPs7z93pvv2byRON56iwiIPqAJ0WKz_UBNGDLmXvDp63cvrYBtgUUs60MZBj7vctcU2_F5DWfOmGk2pzxTrQ7GY5aFL9ThszQVvcaLP-H6slA8IBX-Aw2K2SMJOrbjBcJQj0oSX2/s1600/690035_one_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479724245942531650&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7th2pCPs7z93pvv2byRON56iwiIPqAJ0WKz_UBNGDLmXvDp63cvrYBtgUUs60MZBj7vctcU2_F5DWfOmGk2pzxTrQ7GY5aFL9ThszQVvcaLP-H6slA8IBX-Aw2K2SMJOrbjBcJQj0oSX2/s320/690035_one_b.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Dycu-zVbkNRhma4lIAsyeS3hG_Hyb83Oo6nYvctY5Jw2g42RmanNM203OtGhYQ164-ObNS3lZUKwb-bHoVikUW35MBokbn9ukG1zyfXK6QWvCLfW3hE_pxdo_I9bXZwevgpKG7cFA_ZU/s1600/690036_one_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479724309441493666&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Dycu-zVbkNRhma4lIAsyeS3hG_Hyb83Oo6nYvctY5Jw2g42RmanNM203OtGhYQ164-ObNS3lZUKwb-bHoVikUW35MBokbn9ukG1zyfXK6QWvCLfW3hE_pxdo_I9bXZwevgpKG7cFA_ZU/s320/690036_one_b.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdPqyZXvR3fDAiyu6ReXNl4NTYveUkXdDgcGoe8apILfQfMKrKBIMIkQ5YRI-YQnLwwIk36ys3afSHLZCJUoMOyVBi1V2fhnTHxLdsYdM0P85At3QpXcHS4RfW5mlI3FHcJvOHdCpT_HL/s1600/893114_cle_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479725458913812770&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdPqyZXvR3fDAiyu6ReXNl4NTYveUkXdDgcGoe8apILfQfMKrKBIMIkQ5YRI-YQnLwwIk36ys3afSHLZCJUoMOyVBi1V2fhnTHxLdsYdM0P85At3QpXcHS4RfW5mlI3FHcJvOHdCpT_HL/s320/893114_cle_b.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absoloutely love them, they even come in a scented candle option for double the pleasure.. I have these around the house in my bedroom and livingroom, makes for some great decore as well! You can also check out my friends spot &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theinglenookdecor.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.theinglenookdecor.com/&lt;/a&gt; Where she also carries some cool ones as well!  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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7530505551720586311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/jar-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7530505551720586311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7530505551720586311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/jar-head.html' title='Jar Head!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7th2pCPs7z93pvv2byRON56iwiIPqAJ0WKz_UBNGDLmXvDp63cvrYBtgUUs60MZBj7vctcU2_F5DWfOmGk2pzxTrQ7GY5aFL9ThszQVvcaLP-H6slA8IBX-Aw2K2SMJOrbjBcJQj0oSX2/s72-c/690035_one_b.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-7769932637994843277</id><published>2010-06-03T12:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:29:07.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s Next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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I have a logical and reasonable explanation..I was tired!!!! Life&#39;s day to day has been trying its hardest to get the best of me.. and yesterday I entertained it for a bit! I let it think I was giving in.. But today folks its a different story.. I&#39;m back in full throttle &quot;Multi-Tasking&quot; like ones business! I feel proud to have checked off many things off my to do list. Now I&#39;m the kind of person that keeps adding and adding to my to do list, especially when I see that the list is looking scarce. I need to be busy, I like it, I live for it! However I must admit lately I have been biting more than I can chew, I feel its mental exercise! exercising is healthy right?? My task are never ending..and I feel like I need a stress reliever..something that this blog was supposed to be.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have decided to turn this blog into something a bit different than my usual ranting about my goings on. I will be posting about what I love Interior Design, Restaurants, Favorite sites etc... Once a week I will post about a new product, or new tips on Design and Decore, you can feel free to leave me comments and questions you might have. I will also be adding useful links. to help you out a bit. Since I started this blog the response has been amazing and I thank you all!! I hope you will continue to follow me on this new venture.. However it ill still be called &quot;Little things about Everything, I will still have my occasional rants on my one nonsense. Thanks Much and see ya on Monday with a new kind of &quot;blog&quot;!  What to post for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7769932637994843277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7769932637994843277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7769932637994843277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-next.html' title='What&#39;s Next!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4T9hGqGYM9oiMzxy4AiTTWoivC_7J0PR35TLix2qaz2fb0pp8jj2E44T6FHBUEVoMzMfmgbtmb0o6T1LchDM6ONjWoaVetzKDWf9RD8lIXSPZUWFQRkLkp5KN5HhiqGlQUgvoFl39Yl3/s72-c/funny-pictures-crazy-cat-lady-school.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-4203955601028647079</id><published>2010-06-01T12:13:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:38:48.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Fy2r-IekwLyyJ-4DHkkpjHd0Jrr_En_dWJmRY8Bb8qT09SUUSGY3WiQCVIgVY1fYLPYxcq4XM8csTBSXxuK8sZc92FBqAYdt33nezhG4pPpseDX935U52BhMXGE7qUqQhqkwMl69kVn/s1600/FamilyFrontPage3.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477855270873707490&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Fy2r-IekwLyyJ-4DHkkpjHd0Jrr_En_dWJmRY8Bb8qT09SUUSGY3WiQCVIgVY1fYLPYxcq4XM8csTBSXxuK8sZc92FBqAYdt33nezhG4pPpseDX935U52BhMXGE7qUqQhqkwMl69kVn/s320/FamilyFrontPage3.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So given the lovely weekend I&#39;m glad to say everything went smoothly and with out any issues.Enjoyed my weekend off.. and now back to reality!!! Had sometime to reflect and came to the conclusion that we have the power to make our lives to be what we want it to be. We have the power to control all situations we are in. Recently a friend asked me what would I do if everything I had was taken away. To be honest I was at a lost for words. Instead of saying something like.. Keep it moving, what doesn&#39;t break me will only make me stronger..etc.. I was at a pause. I thought to myself what would I do???? I have so many things I covet, two of those things being my children! Thing 1 and Thing 2..hahaha I couldn&#39;t possibly fathom things or anything I loved being taken away from me. However it put things in perspective for me and I started thinking about all the significant things that really matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found that the list was rather short.. and the only thing I held on to were the people that I couldn&#39;t breath with out my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family(my bubble)is my daily motivation! Just the thought of not having them bring me to tears. The thought of not being able to see my sister dance to house, or my son laugh, my mother worry over me.. those thoughts consume me. I&#39;m extremely sensitive when it comes to family. I don&#39;t know how other people are not. Family is important, to have people that will fight your battles even though you are wrong, to have people that love you unconditionally is a pretty awesome feeling. I thank God daily for all my blessings. I&#39;ll take DNA samples for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4203955601028647079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/possesions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/4203955601028647079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/4203955601028647079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/possesions.html' title='Possessions'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3Fy2r-IekwLyyJ-4DHkkpjHd0Jrr_En_dWJmRY8Bb8qT09SUUSGY3WiQCVIgVY1fYLPYxcq4XM8csTBSXxuK8sZc92FBqAYdt33nezhG4pPpseDX935U52BhMXGE7qUqQhqkwMl69kVn/s72-c/FamilyFrontPage3.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-8032828128932745497</id><published>2010-05-28T09:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:52:42.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWRKSMlWTXTpA7VxABiWfzd83Ao3AYc66yITm7BQh0Hn_vb_g0JxzORWmcmgxp7D1z2BgS2lJa6JwkzfcEBXwL91yKDdMXRTc8fQRfLZv_jBSgTUVVq-XVS2oj-UpA6MIfTY0szyT7SLd/s1600/image.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322031778455250&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWRKSMlWTXTpA7VxABiWfzd83Ao3AYc66yITm7BQh0Hn_vb_g0JxzORWmcmgxp7D1z2BgS2lJa6JwkzfcEBXwL91yKDdMXRTc8fQRfLZv_jBSgTUVVq-XVS2oj-UpA6MIfTY0szyT7SLd/s320/image.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation&#39;s service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. (just some Brief knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day weekend has always been one of my favorite holidays. Just the thought of nothing to do.. just pure relaxation, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;barbecues&lt;/span&gt; and yummy cold drinks ...So this blog will be simply laid back ..just with a lil info on great things to do!!! Have Fun and be well! No Post on Monday!&lt;a href=&quot;http://newyork.timeout.com/&quot;&gt;http://newyork.timeout.com/&lt;/a&gt;( oh you thought I was &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to list one by one??NOT!) See ya next week!!!!! El Sol, la Playa for 300 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8032828128932745497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8032828128932745497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8032828128932745497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWRKSMlWTXTpA7VxABiWfzd83Ao3AYc66yITm7BQh0Hn_vb_g0JxzORWmcmgxp7D1z2BgS2lJa6JwkzfcEBXwL91yKDdMXRTc8fQRfLZv_jBSgTUVVq-XVS2oj-UpA6MIfTY0szyT7SLd/s72-c/image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-5194813019049564617</id><published>2010-05-27T12:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:38:41.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Me Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj_I1MdsKBluPog2XoDq9If3MtC2-LuCb6FACraabA3MXEaHfls2l4q0xNqyZgXajbwwJysSKGkghtTCwkKV2RyTex5RTS3-Uu13chwuZ44NXCI_kw2oOsZ2Ha24gVKjUMWMIZgzLGWSo/s1600/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475990652037792898&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj_I1MdsKBluPog2XoDq9If3MtC2-LuCb6FACraabA3MXEaHfls2l4q0xNqyZgXajbwwJysSKGkghtTCwkKV2RyTex5RTS3-Uu13chwuZ44NXCI_kw2oOsZ2Ha24gVKjUMWMIZgzLGWSo/s320/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYoRFMLEg9rNaorxIOXu9q6HqrcxGYsNo8obHMVdx06S1IP1ajckKc5S39kZBw-SdFmZ4lPp8K61iH85a0wvejtiyGc9fhs_aDHI6bp9ju2RrMutdmvx2Q98LozCfgD_Ip-S1zwAcRH5e/s1600/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today is just going to be BONKERS!!!!! Sex and the City 2 comes out and you know those movie theaters are going to be jammed packed with ladies from all walks of life. However they all have one thin&lt;img class=&quot;gl_photo&quot; alt=&quot;Add Image&quot; src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;g in common...SEX..SEX..SEX. For over ten years us ladies have been living vicariously through each one the characters. I for example feel a solidarity with Miranda and Carrie..not just one character in particular. Now there are many people out there that swear they have never watched it..your lost! These ladies have managed to make me laugh cry..laugh..and cry some more...most importantly they teach valuable lessons on life, love, relationships, friendships etc...Granted they don&#39;t speak on world politics or the dow jones ..but that&#39;s why we read the NY Times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Jan_0g5iMko41-CY12FF2C6QosKz5X1y2mMfw5dcVD5PRjpjdEJ-EI5o0NhE-zdOVLG9fzroU5fLoBiYCrfGrewGFt5zLPU3WUL1sg5qHGQjE7pV9PM35g_cPchq59cQRu_6bjofoeYS/s1600/17870_107535449262779_100000189741639_199103_6510716_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475990538231381714&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Jan_0g5iMko41-CY12FF2C6QosKz5X1y2mMfw5dcVD5PRjpjdEJ-EI5o0NhE-zdOVLG9fzroU5fLoBiYCrfGrewGFt5zLPU3WUL1sg5qHGQjE7pV9PM35g_cPchq59cQRu_6bjofoeYS/s320/17870_107535449262779_100000189741639_199103_6510716_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now there has been a surplus of delicious eye candy throughout the years.. what would we do without all the sexy boys that have participated in the sex.. I have the privilege of knowing one of them. So be on the look out for Jeff Diaz, 29 Dominican(straight), Hottie... you know I had to be specific! Making his debut in Sex and the City 2.. who would have thought Dominicans on SATC!. Fuck it..DSATC!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to tonight with all my beautiful ladies!!! and as Carrie would say“Maybe some women aren&#39;t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.” ...Running Wild Tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5194813019049564617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-me-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5194813019049564617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5194813019049564617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-me-up.html' title='Sex Me Up!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj_I1MdsKBluPog2XoDq9If3MtC2-LuCb6FACraabA3MXEaHfls2l4q0xNqyZgXajbwwJysSKGkghtTCwkKV2RyTex5RTS3-Uu13chwuZ44NXCI_kw2oOsZ2Ha24gVKjUMWMIZgzLGWSo/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-7766702126733292195</id><published>2010-05-26T11:49:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:24:18.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixIdgKy4bTCM4KTeGZuUex185QKrNg3Fh7R8zcon-zWMGhKkTGo3CkjhEVfF_iIZLE2jzGvn0ttqiAQ2_QfcwvVPwasZ_U8WavGwR2WcJoXbGLFpreIiddOZGiU35ExXrScWiRq0774v9y/s1600/59728.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610892194026946&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixIdgKy4bTCM4KTeGZuUex185QKrNg3Fh7R8zcon-zWMGhKkTGo3CkjhEVfF_iIZLE2jzGvn0ttqiAQ2_QfcwvVPwasZ_U8WavGwR2WcJoXbGLFpreIiddOZGiU35ExXrScWiRq0774v9y/s320/59728.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there&#39;s one month left till my vacation. Let the count dowwwwwn begin! 30 days till I&#39;m in Jamrock. However I&#39;m a bit scared knowing the current situation out there. The United States issued a travel alert to warn citizens against visiting the island nation. Now for those of you who are not current events type of people.. and I don&#39;t mean who&#39;s winning American Idol, let me enlighten you with a brief description. 44 dead and 31 injured due to a drug lord being extradited to the US to be tried for crimes committed, he is wanted by the United States for alleged cocaine and arms trafficking. ,. Now we all know if you do the crime you gotta do the time.. or something like that. I am just in aw that people would harbor a criminal. I mean its pretty scary that innocent people have lost their lives with something that shouldn&#39;t even have to be justified. This man is bringing death to the Jamaican people and they still find a way to defend him. Now this is beyond being a Rastafarian, or the white man keeping us down.. Lets not take it personal, hand him over and call it a day! We sit here and listen to the great Bob Marley&#39;s songs and yes he was anti oppression, but he was for the just and what was right no matter what. This would have made him turn in his grave. I mention him cause people seem to associate Bob(and I call him bob, cause we go way back!)with rebellion and standing up for our rights.. but this my friends is rebellion of the wrong kind! My prayers go out to the people of Kingston who have lost loved ones over something so stupid. In the words of the Great Bob Marley “&lt;a class=&quot;sqq&quot; href=&quot;http://thinkexist.com/quotation/life_is_one_big_road_with_lots_of_signs-so_when/143542.html&quot;&gt;Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don&#39;t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don&#39;t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live!&lt;/a&gt;&quot; I&#39;ll take Politics for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7766702126733292195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7766702126733292195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7766702126733292195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-love.html' title='One Love!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixIdgKy4bTCM4KTeGZuUex185QKrNg3Fh7R8zcon-zWMGhKkTGo3CkjhEVfF_iIZLE2jzGvn0ttqiAQ2_QfcwvVPwasZ_U8WavGwR2WcJoXbGLFpreIiddOZGiU35ExXrScWiRq0774v9y/s72-c/59728.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-449816753283526203</id><published>2010-05-24T21:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:13:12.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLr_Moef8oF9gzJ5DFFXI-uPHgvUqMGZz8TA6NYi9gABi3fcH14H_pTQ7jKp409HnXpi-1KZ5ZxYwZ2jQZOIngm6ElhH5L0UaxBPHQI5XLLjI7nBuDL5_3Y5-DdQjcVvBeD1q5H28YMUaP/s1600/funny_kids_pictures_25.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475022083982222914&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLr_Moef8oF9gzJ5DFFXI-uPHgvUqMGZz8TA6NYi9gABi3fcH14H_pTQ7jKp409HnXpi-1KZ5ZxYwZ2jQZOIngm6ElhH5L0UaxBPHQI5XLLjI7nBuDL5_3Y5-DdQjcVvBeD1q5H28YMUaP/s320/funny_kids_pictures_25.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I find myself writing my blog at night, day prior to posting. It&#39;s getting kind of complicated posting day of..especially with &quot;work&quot;.. I mean I am not superwoman...even though I may appear to be. However I will boast that I have become a very good multitasker... Being a mom does that to you. Especially when your 4 year old makes up his own punishments. I get a call from school, teacher wants to speak to me about my child who apparently has taken up the sport of &quot;food &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;flyin&lt;/span&gt;&quot; ..(look it up it&#39;s in the Special Olympics...) So anyway, she calls and tells him I&#39;m on the phone, he walks over to the phone with not a care in the world thinking Mommy dearest is not on the other side of that phone. Well I was.. and right away I asked what was wrong why was he acting up? and his response was&quot; We will talk about it when I get home&quot; Are you fucking kidding me. I was in a stump and I didn&#39;t have a come back! The kid was right! We should talk about it when he gets home! Stupid me for thinking this would get resolved over the phone. Now he is only 4but I feel him as my rival..so here I am all day at work thinking what would be the appropriate punishment for him...while all along he knew what his punishment would be! he storms in and exclaims&quot;I know I know, I had a conversation with my dad..I&#39;m gonna try harder and I&#39;m going to behave&quot; I&#39;m now looking at him as if he has two heads..he looks at me and says&quot; I know I&#39;m in trouble.. I was thinking maybe I won&#39;t go to that birthday party on Saturday&quot; ..Really ...Really... as I gather my thoughts.. I&#39;m thinking that was my punishment....he stole my punishment..angry I reply&quot; guess what you are going to that party&quot; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt; exactly what he wanted to hear..he says&quot; okay only if you want me too&quot; 4 years old...Now ..I&#39;m upset..this little fucker won..but its not over as soon as I see him grin and walk over to his room ..I call him back with determination to make him feel some sort of remorse for his behavior at school... I say&quot; No bike ridding for a month, or until I get 6 greens(behavior color chart @school) from you!&quot;..he walks backs and says&quot;are you kidding me right now, I&#39;m just a kid&quot; Got him!!!! &quot;well then act like one! &quot; I returned it back! 4 days after, 3 greens and one yellow...I&#39;m determined! It&#39;s like playing checkers with a chess playing four year old ,This one is smart really smart.. but not smarter than me!!!! Ill take strategies for 300 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/449816753283526203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/checkmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/449816753283526203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/449816753283526203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLr_Moef8oF9gzJ5DFFXI-uPHgvUqMGZz8TA6NYi9gABi3fcH14H_pTQ7jKp409HnXpi-1KZ5ZxYwZ2jQZOIngm6ElhH5L0UaxBPHQI5XLLjI7nBuDL5_3Y5-DdQjcVvBeD1q5H28YMUaP/s72-c/funny_kids_pictures_25.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-7331538065629956204</id><published>2010-05-24T12:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:30:02.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8D76bjx8x5RHupVEe1DqJxBMLzHylgmaMvMG76dsNeQjnl6zxcPtXcWXm5iulrJ09fvp5lcdOxLjPFSvBCxu81oLV7UWcSBUWMEjetRxVgAn6eZjRZEZHf9deQ0EtqdGfkcYwunb3weFJ/s1600/1alcohol71.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474880411714493314&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8D76bjx8x5RHupVEe1DqJxBMLzHylgmaMvMG76dsNeQjnl6zxcPtXcWXm5iulrJ09fvp5lcdOxLjPFSvBCxu81oLV7UWcSBUWMEjetRxVgAn6eZjRZEZHf9deQ0EtqdGfkcYwunb3weFJ/s320/1alcohol71.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 30&#39;s is not the new 20&#39;s, not in a million years!! I know this cause alcohol tolerance is not what it used to be, not mine anyway. This weekend @ brunch I found myself @ 4.30pm slouched over a communal table intoxicated, completely wasted! Shots, Shots, Shots was not even an option for me. Don&#39;t think I&#39;ll be revisiting Macondo ever again..out of respect for myself and the rest of the spectators. When did this happen? I know when..at the same time I decided to hang out on the couch and live the calm, cool and collected lifestlye. I think I wont be drinking agian.. well not agian..until the next social function..haha, and I promise to show composure..even if its that last thing I do!! Thanks to MercaditoCantina..for the all you can drink brunch for 25 bucks.. prior to Macondo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an interesting weekend.. and I know that even though my tolerence was low, hangin out with Fam and friends felt really great! No wonder I was so drunk..the happier people are the more they drink according to the Science section in the New York Times! So maybe it wasnt my age.. it was the environment I found myself in!!! hahah, yes I will blame it on eveybody around me..and our good times. Happy Birthday to Graciel and Robert God Bless!! Whats your poison for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7331538065629956204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7331538065629956204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/7331538065629956204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-please.html' title='Water Please!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8D76bjx8x5RHupVEe1DqJxBMLzHylgmaMvMG76dsNeQjnl6zxcPtXcWXm5iulrJ09fvp5lcdOxLjPFSvBCxu81oLV7UWcSBUWMEjetRxVgAn6eZjRZEZHf9deQ0EtqdGfkcYwunb3weFJ/s72-c/1alcohol71.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-5680563771531875104</id><published>2010-05-21T09:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:38:17.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippity Hop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDbf7Mp3Z5qzANJMvvB87S5waaJjS4QvCblYYmAHWKEJ2rlvkEjlspGQScCznRXMcZOc5-1hFN6RnIhu0AIYM_mF8XkRTHHFX1solsQB4vfxWS1VRc_GVMcNLyilFV0mOzm-JbWxWhG__/s1600/funny-pictures-rapping-gollum-0D3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473729676328826914&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDbf7Mp3Z5qzANJMvvB87S5waaJjS4QvCblYYmAHWKEJ2rlvkEjlspGQScCznRXMcZOc5-1hFN6RnIhu0AIYM_mF8XkRTHHFX1solsQB4vfxWS1VRc_GVMcNLyilFV0mOzm-JbWxWhG__/s320/funny-pictures-rapping-gollum-0D3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today&#39;s blog will be a bit different I will attempt to rhyme. Since everyone is a rapper now a days here goes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloggin while I&#39;m joggin with my viser on, Skipping while I&#39;m tripping, Get my sippin on. Tryin to catch up.you better man up.before I blow you up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you up for a dare? Teach ya to respect me ,while you hatin on me, its okay to stare, got these numbers  make ya wonder who&#39;s that girl right there. You see Im humble while you stumble..man I&#39;m floating on air.I&#39;m commin with it, get your glasses and prepare for the glare. I feel the tention, did I mention. I ain&#39;t goin no where! hahahahaha...and I&#39;m a leave it right there...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see it can&#39;t possibly be that difficult..wheres my bling bling.. and my bentley Ill be waiting for it!! Have your people call my people.. pass it along to Jigga.. Im so ready..Now all joking aside I have respect for hip hop. I love it. but what the hell is going on..why everybody and there moma wanna be rappers. Its okay..to stay in school, and get regular 9-5...You don&#39;t have to get that quick cash.. its harder than ya think! Kids its not all what its cracked up to be., dont fall into the hype! Do you. Something Light!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5680563771531875104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/hippity-hop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5680563771531875104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5680563771531875104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/hippity-hop.html' title='Hippity Hop!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDbf7Mp3Z5qzANJMvvB87S5waaJjS4QvCblYYmAHWKEJ2rlvkEjlspGQScCznRXMcZOc5-1hFN6RnIhu0AIYM_mF8XkRTHHFX1solsQB4vfxWS1VRc_GVMcNLyilFV0mOzm-JbWxWhG__/s72-c/funny-pictures-rapping-gollum-0D3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-326865588554691091</id><published>2010-05-20T08:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:13:14.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgw6aAmQLrsNHF-askbbJKglUDeWOJOoIzaHFBWqVw9qG8xM2UYX_m0RzzBnehj6_lvM-znqX1I_3eEyEVIeYC7Ya2eWDqCp0ubOkUXjym_mOm-egxSQeczmkQhyphenhyphenW5tLvRfTA2_xSzVEY/s1600/ghetto_swimming_pool-7065.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473331436205816802&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgw6aAmQLrsNHF-askbbJKglUDeWOJOoIzaHFBWqVw9qG8xM2UYX_m0RzzBnehj6_lvM-znqX1I_3eEyEVIeYC7Ya2eWDqCp0ubOkUXjym_mOm-egxSQeczmkQhyphenhyphenW5tLvRfTA2_xSzVEY/s320/ghetto_swimming_pool-7065.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ghetto! What the hell is Ghetto..many people use that term so loosely. And to tell you the truth I don&#39;t like it. I believe that people are products of society.(thanks to sociology class in college) but who are we to say ghetto. What is ghetto? Can someone please explain. Now I don&#39;t want to front(is that ghetto) I have used that word many a times. Times when I encounter girls that have no self respect..curse out loud in the streets, have more than 3 baby daddys..have those long ass fake nails. Or guys that wear them baggy ass jeans STILL (why do  they wear their pants way off their ass now where they have to walk like ducks?) every other word is bitch when referring to a female, hanging out in street corners (wait those are drug dealers). I don&#39;t know when it should be used..I don&#39;t want to judge people..should I just shake my head and leave it to beaver..should I embrace them and offer advice on &quot;becoming a better  you&quot; who the hell am I to even approach them.  What I&#39;m getting at is if these people have not been outside of what they are used to, if they have not had the opportunity to go beyond a 5 mile radius, if they have not met different kind of people other than their immediate neighbors ...who are we to judge them. Maybe we should just remember that we all have the possibility to be in that predicament.  or are in that position just on a different level. No matter what - we shouldn&#39;t be judging. just thanking god (or whoever you believe in) that we have surpassed that. Now many of them will never get out of that..should we write them off. Not initiate contact? You could learn a lot from that so called Ghetto person. Lets not judge or point fingers, especially if we are not willing to do something positive to help the situation. Ghetto or not we are all brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/326865588554691091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-son.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/326865588554691091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/326865588554691091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-son.html' title='Yo Son!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgw6aAmQLrsNHF-askbbJKglUDeWOJOoIzaHFBWqVw9qG8xM2UYX_m0RzzBnehj6_lvM-znqX1I_3eEyEVIeYC7Ya2eWDqCp0ubOkUXjym_mOm-egxSQeczmkQhyphenhyphenW5tLvRfTA2_xSzVEY/s72-c/ghetto_swimming_pool-7065.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-2583567615827365282</id><published>2010-05-19T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:39:36.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ofdcYIw-wJqaIDhFxY2Ulp_WyQB63wmfu2LUACRmqCqMldqOctRET8di-6_32DPtzqzyRSg48j5Kk0rMYu_dSIRtqqpKlfigcDEAOCBcOpzQywcjQA1JAX4td5GN1Lwh03vQqmYwwcJD/s1600/rockwell_mirror.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472953275694174274&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ofdcYIw-wJqaIDhFxY2Ulp_WyQB63wmfu2LUACRmqCqMldqOctRET8di-6_32DPtzqzyRSg48j5Kk0rMYu_dSIRtqqpKlfigcDEAOCBcOpzQywcjQA1JAX4td5GN1Lwh03vQqmYwwcJD/s320/rockwell_mirror.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships are funny..they have a way of becoming their own entity seperate from the people involved in them. I always hear &quot;the relationship that they had was so fake&quot; or &quot;they put that relationship on pedastal&quot; or my favorite&quot;that relationship is weird&quot; People dwell much on what things are supposed to be like rather than what they are. Relationships of any kind are a blessing. It means a repore has been established, it means you have broken that seal of being protected and guarded and let someone in. Ladies dwell on what is expected from a relationship. It is fine to want things to be a certain way, to have influence over a situation ur involved in. However we need to know that once in a relationship if the desired results don&#39;t match up to your expectations keep it moving cause guess what they never will.Relationships are not their own person..they are attatched to people. People make relationships that&#39;s why when we find ourselves in a relationship that is not working out..most likely it&#39;s cause of the people involved..they are the true culprits..A relationship just doesnt go bad..people make it bad!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2583567615827365282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/mirror-mirror.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/2583567615827365282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/2583567615827365282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror Mirror'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ofdcYIw-wJqaIDhFxY2Ulp_WyQB63wmfu2LUACRmqCqMldqOctRET8di-6_32DPtzqzyRSg48j5Kk0rMYu_dSIRtqqpKlfigcDEAOCBcOpzQywcjQA1JAX4td5GN1Lwh03vQqmYwwcJD/s72-c/rockwell_mirror.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-1399468639209172516</id><published>2010-05-18T09:19:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:58:30.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXLMYMIBgpVc6V2oNzOPZmtQtaPKHZmWGFsk6XGNUvN2gBGmvqyLNLh1GUshs5lDaC5YmmDKDwI_qjSv5Ftbp9k3MxhiCqiikUgK06bHLYin1gISttme2_l14tmKnl2sy3H6LO7CtwrQt/s1600/Grim-Reaper-scythe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472599898142343234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXLMYMIBgpVc6V2oNzOPZmtQtaPKHZmWGFsk6XGNUvN2gBGmvqyLNLh1GUshs5lDaC5YmmDKDwI_qjSv5Ftbp9k3MxhiCqiikUgK06bHLYin1gISttme2_l14tmKnl2sy3H6LO7CtwrQt/s320/Grim-Reaper-scythe.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I watched the Dr. Kevorkian story. I wondered how much pain I could tolerate before I would have to ask someone to assist me on taking my own life. I don&#39;t think I would have ever recruited someone with hopes of ending my participation here on earth. I am too chicken,not to mention I glorify life and what it represents. These people were truly desperate. I can&#39;t imagine how it must feel to want to kill yourself because the quality of life is not the same as before. I&#39;m sort of a liberal I&#39;m pro choice, but don&#39;t think I&#39;ll ever agree with ending it all due to poor quality of life. Its a tough call. There are many factors to consider. You see, for me Death has always been a scary topic, something extremely sad and tragic. Something I know, I would not be able to initiate ever! Now its not to say that if I am ever hooked up to life support and a complete vegetable you shouldn&#39;t pull the plug. Yes do it, I&#39;m useless to everybody. I&#39;m not doing anything for myself, not even breathing. It may sound like a double standard but its not. People that were asking to end their lives still had some left in them. I know many would argue this point, and say well let me not suffer, let me just die now before the going gets tough! I&#39;m here to say, I don&#39;t think so. Who the fuck are we to play GOD!, when its are time, it will be our time.. in the mean time. soak it all up, the good and the bad.. its happening for a reason! Not too long ago, I was reflecting on my faith. I have always been a believer, but I needed some reassurance. I started thinking about all this end of the world crap..and it got to me.. I was crying for weeks thinking that my children were going to suffer and that I hadn&#39;t accomplished half of what was on my list...I was a hot mess. I prayed that He would grant me the serenity I needed.. and it has been a month now where I&#39;m happy with my place in life, and I&#39;m playing my position. God has a plan drawn out for us all. Even if we might not know what it is, or whats its for. I look back on all my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and friends that have passed, not ready yet... &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; sure they would have wanted one more hour, one more day.. at least to come to terms or given notice, they would have wanted to say goodbye to their children etc.etc.. People with a terminal disease have a terrible fate granted., but at least they have been given a heads up, their life was just not yanked from underneath them. They have been given an &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to come to terms and reflect. Its a blessing in &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;disguise&lt;/span&gt;.. not the death part, but the awareness. We should not take any moment in our lives for granted. The good times and the bad are what makes us a whole! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated to Edna, Charlie and Joey.(gone too soon)Where ever you may be, may you have peace knowing that you are missed and your lives meant something to us..I love and miss you! See ya when the time is right! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1399468639209172516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/1399468639209172516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/1399468639209172516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXLMYMIBgpVc6V2oNzOPZmtQtaPKHZmWGFsk6XGNUvN2gBGmvqyLNLh1GUshs5lDaC5YmmDKDwI_qjSv5Ftbp9k3MxhiCqiikUgK06bHLYin1gISttme2_l14tmKnl2sy3H6LO7CtwrQt/s72-c/Grim-Reaper-scythe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-46604800642945034</id><published>2010-05-17T09:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:37:58.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Duece:Work With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xwnZCKvGW_3Qjw4BEvBX2TbB8m1O2MujeOKWQFZDjojcHmFQ3rF6GPxg0j8R1ApFlaj9DusIj0gVfAYAkCSZMEtkqo43sxSvsOOvPMrjhkqbCEyFp5ycDGuLF18-xOyGRkjFiRYbain3/s1600/old-people-bird.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472245924501123122&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xwnZCKvGW_3Qjw4BEvBX2TbB8m1O2MujeOKWQFZDjojcHmFQ3rF6GPxg0j8R1ApFlaj9DusIj0gVfAYAkCSZMEtkqo43sxSvsOOvPMrjhkqbCEyFp5ycDGuLF18-xOyGRkjFiRYbain3/s320/old-people-bird.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don&#39;t know if any of you read last weeks blog about me not going gentle in that good night! I have news about that night and my not so gentle ways. It all started about 6:30pm, I was amping myself up, putting on the music, taking care of business with my kids.. etc etc.. I decided to pick out what I was going to wear. My four year old, walks up to me in a very sarcastic tone&quot;oh yeah, yeah right you are going to go out,you&#39;re kidding me right?&quot; Calmly I said &quot;I&#39;m going out with Tia Erica and some friends and you are going to stay home with Tia Lucia and behave like a very good boy&quot;. As I continue picking out a quick outfit, I hear his words &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, this time &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;isn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; my son, but my mind, my mind playing tricks on me! &quot;what are you doing? just stay home and relax.. you are tired, you just had a baby&quot; No!!! not today I became angry and said out loud &quot; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; Going Out&quot; my son &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt;&quot; I know, you told me already..I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; you&quot; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; I was determined to the point of talking to myself. I hear the doorbell ,my sidekick Erica is here, ready to party! At this point &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; on the couch with my 6month old baby..making up excuses why I should not go out. I pull myself together call up Lucia and tell her to come up that I need to get ready.. ( I love Lucia).I hear the keys at the door.. YES! its on.. I have not given my mind enough time to process a new excuse for not going out! &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; in the shower!!! now to get dressed, put on my sparkly face and get the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;steppin&lt;/span&gt;! I overcame this guilt, laziness, at least for tonight. The next part of the night is something kind of different.. We went out to Jersey with a group of friends, whose brother owns a Sports Bar, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;SkyBox&lt;/span&gt; Sports Bar to be exact! Now I know your thinking..who parties in Jersey???? &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;That&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; what I thought... but once there and the DJ Spinning all the classics and new joints.. It was worth the ride! Last thing you need is traveling to a destination unknown (Roselle,NJ)for a not so good time. The people in &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Skybox&lt;/span&gt; were great, the bartenders were really friendly especially the one on the lower level that looked so young I could have passed for her mother! (but &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; not) so pass me the drink sweetie!(water to be exact)! Im not trying to get blasted in Jersey no matter how good the music is! But the atmosphere was cool! and I could deff visit there again! So..... you could say Jersey was the spot to get my motivation going for future outings!!!NO more staying home..I got to get up , get out and get some!!!!(just hope Lucia is up for the challenge!) Places to go for 1000 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/46604800642945034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-duecework-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/46604800642945034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/46604800642945034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-duecework-with-me.html' title='Part Duece:Work With Me'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xwnZCKvGW_3Qjw4BEvBX2TbB8m1O2MujeOKWQFZDjojcHmFQ3rF6GPxg0j8R1ApFlaj9DusIj0gVfAYAkCSZMEtkqo43sxSvsOOvPMrjhkqbCEyFp5ycDGuLF18-xOyGRkjFiRYbain3/s72-c/old-people-bird.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-8080119305841105493</id><published>2010-05-14T09:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:01:31.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zSKgRHMi6xhXHEEnZHSch4rPgRnxPTFCkCUWciUIeO3Z5Om03_e7_ahYNsJ-bo6s3hXI6mJwzcguCZhmTW1zlf73OZOHmB35slLM7mMs7LVjb476PudoAmBz0EKQb1vQwdbn7j4hd5HA/s1600/old-age22.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471120582385145506&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zSKgRHMi6xhXHEEnZHSch4rPgRnxPTFCkCUWciUIeO3Z5Om03_e7_ahYNsJ-bo6s3hXI6mJwzcguCZhmTW1zlf73OZOHmB35slLM7mMs7LVjb476PudoAmBz0EKQb1vQwdbn7j4hd5HA/s320/old-age22.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;So I have made up my mind... tonight I plan to rebel against this age thing! I plan to stay up past 12 am and feel good about it the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I plan to give no justifications or explanations,no extra vitamin  consumption..NOTHING! Since the kids, you can find me in bed at 10pm daily. I always turn in early, not through my own encouragement..but my body&#39;s. Its like I find myself in a constant battle with both body and mind.. I feel like a damn R.Kelly Song in reverse. See, I love the Kels.. but that song right there ,that intro is what I feel in reverse every night!   I try to find a way not to give in.. but its hard.  Work all day, come home and work with the kids.. it has become a bit taxing on me.. I&#39;m only 30 years old.. but I&#39;m pushing 70! I know I&#39;m young..I know I still have a lot in me, its just a matter of letting my body know that I mean business!!!   I ask of it to be tolerant, to be reasonable and to think of what we used to be together.. we were wild and crazy at one point!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;We used to break night all the time, with no regrets.. Now look at what we have become.. divided, lazy, settling... No its not right.. I&#39;m not going to stand for it. We need to meet half way, negotiate..something!  Its a shame once upon a time we did everything together.. now I find myself on the couch wondering how can I get this body to participate more! Something that used to come so natural has now become sort of a burden. Wish me luck cause tonight..Im gonna show it whose boss!! and from now on..Im not going to be passive with it, no more mrs nice guy!  You&#39;ll see!  Nursing homes for 100 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8080119305841105493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8080119305841105493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/8080119305841105493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-with-me.html' title='Work with me!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zSKgRHMi6xhXHEEnZHSch4rPgRnxPTFCkCUWciUIeO3Z5Om03_e7_ahYNsJ-bo6s3hXI6mJwzcguCZhmTW1zlf73OZOHmB35slLM7mMs7LVjb476PudoAmBz0EKQb1vQwdbn7j4hd5HA/s72-c/old-age22.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-544932170810551311</id><published>2010-05-13T08:28:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:07:23.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever? Forever ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQKip3UXb3UKbMcPpuJPNfCVpbhKR_2XQw9UgMjyCIP0WSwj3I8VnQh5D2H-GQgDyDoD3XkCeFCjRSHc6f3-CwUJeIRW_V_V_22jBP2eqYt18MCu-5a7Qr0zmaVJkfFDJfxs_hhrM37Sv/s1600/wedding.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470740354669626450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQKip3UXb3UKbMcPpuJPNfCVpbhKR_2XQw9UgMjyCIP0WSwj3I8VnQh5D2H-GQgDyDoD3XkCeFCjRSHc6f3-CwUJeIRW_V_V_22jBP2eqYt18MCu-5a7Qr0zmaVJkfFDJfxs_hhrM37Sv/s320/wedding.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Focused&lt;/span&gt; on future wedding plans.. no not my own!..but of someone I hold dear to me! It&#39;s all very premature.. but &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt; and somewhere in my heart I feel this is the one! So back off Sis, I Run This Wedding! With that being said.. I think we never give enough credit to marriage and everything that comes with it... I know the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;DRESS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Dress, the RING, The Reception, all those things are pretty amazing.. but is everyone &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; prepared for what comes afterward. We can all get so &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; up in the planning of the wedding that we sometimes forget the motivation behind it and what our &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to it &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;signifies&lt;/span&gt;! I know marriage is not perfect.. it can&#39;t be(I speak of my own experience)How could it be. We are all different people, that come &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; as one, to live life as one. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;There is&lt;/span&gt; going to be a clash somewhere in there! When I came home from my honeymoon, I cried my eyes out.. I cried..cause I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know what awaited me. I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know what was next..Me ..one of the most selfish people I know..COMPROMISE.?????Would that ever be possible, and how? &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong I knew what I signed up for. But I was scared, and for the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;time felt I like an adult! I was always independent. I did my own laundry, I knew how to cook, clean..etc.etc. But we all know that is not marriage. I have been married almost 6 years and you can actually count my days of cooking and the laundry has always been sent out.. SO THANK GOD marriage is not based on those things! However ,if you ask my husband who knows him best .....and you ask me, you&#39;ll know why we are married! Now its not to say that in 6 years of marriage and 13 years of dating he would have known my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;perfumes,&lt;/span&gt; but he still &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t, &lt;/span&gt;&quot;I&#39;m complicated&quot; and its alright. Cause all that stuff really &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt;..what does &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; is that he&#39;s the one I can count on when &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; sick in bed, he&#39;s the one I trust my insecurities to. Marriage is much more than fancy dinners, honeymoons, vacations.. More about a life long project to accept one another &quot;as is&quot;..now normally you wouldn&#39;t buy a house &quot;as is&quot; or shoes unless there was some sort of discount..With Marriage there &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;isn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; any, what ya see is what ya get..and you have better made sure that what ya see is something you want to see for the long run.. Yes there is always the option of &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Divorce&lt;/span&gt;..but really, when you get married no one aims for a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;divorce&lt;/span&gt;. Unless you are a &quot;Real &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;housewife&lt;/span&gt; of Orange County&quot; or a &quot;Basketball Wife&quot;! So I&#39;ll take wedding songs for 200 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/544932170810551311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/forever-forever-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/544932170810551311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/544932170810551311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/forever-forever-ever.html' title='Forever? Forever ever?'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQKip3UXb3UKbMcPpuJPNfCVpbhKR_2XQw9UgMjyCIP0WSwj3I8VnQh5D2H-GQgDyDoD3XkCeFCjRSHc6f3-CwUJeIRW_V_V_22jBP2eqYt18MCu-5a7Qr0zmaVJkfFDJfxs_hhrM37Sv/s72-c/wedding.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-5032049372908677986</id><published>2010-05-12T08:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:40:15.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Damm It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5nbzV46fNuIxO5erwitpQWeeiXWIUOsgfA8B65gXQVMdAdFlQz_UEqT0lrsjxVoFk17jY0aPGG2HApYFxmSK6uXbaX9e7GAQGUeC3IbNg3YfhUHc2J8wvF-X1BtZS1MbmNJwZgBSRHux/s1600/laughing-buddha-maitreya-cybele-la.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470358968079344130&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5nbzV46fNuIxO5erwitpQWeeiXWIUOsgfA8B65gXQVMdAdFlQz_UEqT0lrsjxVoFk17jY0aPGG2HApYFxmSK6uXbaX9e7GAQGUeC3IbNg3YfhUHc2J8wvF-X1BtZS1MbmNJwZgBSRHux/s320/laughing-buddha-maitreya-cybele-la.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are people funny, I mean &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; that come natural.. like coughing or something? My husband said I should try to liven up my blogs ..since they kind of been on the serious side. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; funny at home.. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; funny, but not smack yourself on the knee funny..So I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; even know how to begin.. Do I start with a knock knock joke?? or perhaps.. poke fun at others and get my funny blog at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; expense.&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; that could work.. but &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know if I&#39;m in that kind of mood! I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know if I want to give others credit on MY blog. I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know how comfortable I feel being &quot;funny&quot;. I mean funny is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..come to think of it funny is settling.. I would like to be Hilarious!!!now &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; Something to talk about. Hello read me &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; Hilarious!! I could live with that.. what I found out is that trying to be anything is way to hard. Like I said, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;shouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; being funny come natural! &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, Give me a break! I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; feel the need to impose my comedic skills on anyone just yet.. however at this time I can recommend a couple of &quot;HILARIOUS&quot; movies.. But knowing my husband.. and his movie downloads he prob.. already saw them. Tough luck Papa maybe next time!Love you though! So here goes.. Top Ten Funnies movies of all times..1. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Co coon&lt;/span&gt; 2. Save Willy 3. Titanic 4.The Green Mile 5. The Exorcist(really funny, so funny its scary) 6. My Sisters Keeper(you know that was so funny it had you crying) 7. Eyes Wide Shut 8.Bambi 9.Holocaust: The Liberation of Auschwitz, last but not least the funniest of them all 10.Born into brothers...There you &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; it.. Go and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;LYAO&lt;/span&gt;..at your own time. Time for the Daily Double!!!!!I&#39;ll take Jaded for 300 please!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5032049372908677986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/laugh-damm-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5032049372908677986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5032049372908677986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/laugh-damm-it.html' title='Laugh Damm It!!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5nbzV46fNuIxO5erwitpQWeeiXWIUOsgfA8B65gXQVMdAdFlQz_UEqT0lrsjxVoFk17jY0aPGG2HApYFxmSK6uXbaX9e7GAQGUeC3IbNg3YfhUHc2J8wvF-X1BtZS1MbmNJwZgBSRHux/s72-c/laughing-buddha-maitreya-cybele-la.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-5761346646326089217</id><published>2010-05-11T07:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:47:20.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTBW8XsjMnqrhbTQM1kKqKWhbRry8xKcphexJnLwAAATaaRGrRGhBsg3HTZknUjDcxD0-IMRaepaLQzZAVsnpnyfmZoAk3opjBdu07Mwp_WP-1WzlGkGJRi4cDEzFH8w7R1YSDbZwAk4c/s1600/Z6HCD00Z.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469991558251405218&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTBW8XsjMnqrhbTQM1kKqKWhbRry8xKcphexJnLwAAATaaRGrRGhBsg3HTZknUjDcxD0-IMRaepaLQzZAVsnpnyfmZoAk3opjBdu07Mwp_WP-1WzlGkGJRi4cDEzFH8w7R1YSDbZwAk4c/s320/Z6HCD00Z.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning, Warning, Warning!!! To those of you who feel like you are Gods gift to humanity..YOU ARE NOT! and I kind of feel bad letting out that statement, cause I am all for empowering people and helping out individuals with a low self esteem... but what if you are just plain &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;condescending&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; care if your &quot;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&quot; and if you have to tell me your different guess what sweetie.. your not! Sometimes less is more, and I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; firmly that you &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; need public displays of what you own, where ya been, or where ya heading!!! &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; get get me wrong I don&#39;t want to be a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;. I too have a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; page, where i display my vacations, or announce when &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; out!! But there&#39;s a thin line with sharing, and becoming obnoxious. Here in New York we have so many different cultures, so many differences that its awesome how everything rubs off on everybody. We have got to be one of the most dynamic cities ever. So when you tell me your different cause you like &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; films, or different foods, and you shop &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; ..guess what so does everyone else in NY. I think &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; more impressed and intrigued with that silent person that gives no justification, or has no need to inform, or dress any particular way. Shallow individuals are pretty apparent! Give me &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Mayona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on two slices of bread &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt; ill eat it up!!! Ill never forget where I came from and Ill never forget that before I was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;introduced&lt;/span&gt; to all these fancy restaurants, vacations, etc, I was a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; chic! &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Bushwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt;! and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;ain&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; nothing wrong with that! If you forget where you came from how can you possibly know where you are going! Ill sit on a milk crate outside my building, but there is no longer a need cause when I want a better ambiance ill go sit on a couch in a lounge or something. But I&#39;ll never forget that, that was my option growing up!!! So next time you feel your so special for the materialistic things you own or have done, remember that you are not the only one.. We come across &quot;you&quot; daily and sometimes it is better to boast about more important things, like what you have done recently to help out society ..rather than what you have coped to ride through it!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5761346646326089217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-please_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5761346646326089217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/5761346646326089217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-please_11.html' title='Oh Please!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTBW8XsjMnqrhbTQM1kKqKWhbRry8xKcphexJnLwAAATaaRGrRGhBsg3HTZknUjDcxD0-IMRaepaLQzZAVsnpnyfmZoAk3opjBdu07Mwp_WP-1WzlGkGJRi4cDEzFH8w7R1YSDbZwAk4c/s72-c/Z6HCD00Z.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-451940644620853815</id><published>2010-05-10T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:12:20.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Sir, No Sir!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FndoGHnFuyHPkezB_9MYNr8r9cKrw58Y5JOdrFUZNLLyC7jpat-e_DhRdwatO9GPCatPXf1hM9GjoFWbDWHJsuKvGYl0wkT4MpeyxlBQ7LPRHQEnk7w4Y0pJW_rW2TYLxFbtRCJwn-6u/s1600/201501357_3d0045de5b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469488079066896930&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FndoGHnFuyHPkezB_9MYNr8r9cKrw58Y5JOdrFUZNLLyC7jpat-e_DhRdwatO9GPCatPXf1hM9GjoFWbDWHJsuKvGYl0wkT4MpeyxlBQ7LPRHQEnk7w4Y0pJW_rW2TYLxFbtRCJwn-6u/s320/201501357_3d0045de5b.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;So we all have our days, weeks, months, years!!!We all have those moments where we let things slide. We let ourselves just not get involved. Well not me! NOT I SAID THE FLY! I have a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to get over involved, I want to resolve, I need to find a solution, I want to get in between that rock.. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Particularly&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to the people I love the most! I will not let go with out a fight! I have this crazy mother hen complex..to the point where its pretty clear in the group of friends who&#39;s who! What made me this way? Could it have been my dad who left us when I was sixteen, and I grew this urge to protect my sis in every which way I possibly could! What I am getting at is that at some point we must all show resistance. We must become revolutionaries of what we hold dear and sacred to us! We must stand firm in our foundations and not waiver if signs of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;deterrents&lt;/span&gt; come our way! Fuck it !!!We must say ...NO, this is what I want, This is what &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; gonna do to get it.. can you please get the Fuck out of my way!!!! Do not take no for an answer, no is not an option!!!!! You must be willing to fight for what you want and need.. and if you &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; then its really not that important to you. We can&#39;t go through life passively thinking that things will come to us, especially with the things we want! Now &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; not saying to go around badgering and beating up people.. but please hold your ground and let people know you mean business!!! My son said to me&quot; I think I want to color one more picture before I go to bed&quot; I said&quot; no just go to sleep its past your bed time&quot; he said &quot; Really, well I need to color one more picture before I go to bed, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; serious mom, its going to be quick, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; panic, I still wake up early every day!&quot; Hes 4 years old and he answered back, with a logical &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; win, but he tried.. and most of us adults &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; even do that. Why do we take what is handed to us and call it a day? Is that what we have conditioned ourselves to believe, that people can give us shit and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;passively&lt;/span&gt; we can take it!!We must learn to PASS on the shit, Cause &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; when we become full of it! International Cuisine for 600 please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/451940644620853815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes-sir-no-sir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/451940644620853815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/451940644620853815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes-sir-no-sir.html' title='Yes Sir, No Sir!!!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FndoGHnFuyHPkezB_9MYNr8r9cKrw58Y5JOdrFUZNLLyC7jpat-e_DhRdwatO9GPCatPXf1hM9GjoFWbDWHJsuKvGYl0wkT4MpeyxlBQ7LPRHQEnk7w4Y0pJW_rW2TYLxFbtRCJwn-6u/s72-c/201501357_3d0045de5b.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-124834406508071163</id><published>2010-05-07T09:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:53:48.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERevJ5hIAB4nDVvSc0dh_odnsQpXhYbtOnpfsPgkdzxuOJTrKzebjuwQshScuq85mqSuoHY1wBcYsz-MiEZqb321W3URR9gCAdMoVDa9vbW6CET5jMj4BvMguvW1acC8GIJp7w3fUrIXn/s1600/Mothers-Day1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAEYKiRawXXuWzKzpXP-mdoNpgOTpxrHFlZRfseP2cfucbSBpPT-DgJtAQhMQmybhgdbsRTaJ6eJ7LPBSnDpPnqVGqkAN4M4bE2jOVPXpTizZZcngMa7CthLEFEDu5yIfxhpLgESPzvKl/s1600/DSC00809.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Zr9nMDzI_olpH0CgCAjFh0WqacPKObf8HT8CcHbGO9huKGyl9qsrLpa4qvEpTnw5KriPJRpg1vxHtH67I7sF4ofahGZU1-DU_xe8fuaB3hbAWaHv4kRJmJcY-eiv4ah4YcN_a41h85UZ/s1600/mothers_day_card1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468216496192704498&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Zr9nMDzI_olpH0CgCAjFh0WqacPKObf8HT8CcHbGO9huKGyl9qsrLpa4qvEpTnw5KriPJRpg1vxHtH67I7sF4ofahGZU1-DU_xe8fuaB3hbAWaHv4kRJmJcY-eiv4ah4YcN_a41h85UZ/s320/mothers_day_card1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;ESPECIALLY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Today&#39;s Blog happens to be very emotional for me. I cant help but feel overwhelmed with the thought that God has blessed me with such a wonderful woman in my life. I mean we all had our issues with our moms..especially in our teenage years but...it was something we had to go through! I am so thankful for having her in my life, I am elated to have this person who I have the privilege of calling my mother. Just think many people aren&#39;t that lucky and for them I pray! 30 years ago I came into this world, and according to my mother I wasn&#39;t kicking nor screaming I was a peaceful little baby and a very easy pregnancy..Maybe I already knew that I had landed into the right womb. Maybe then I knew that coming out I would never have a problem. Maybe I knew that she would ALWAYS have my back. Maybe I knew that she would provide me with additional siblings that have become a very important part of my life and that they too would be there for me. Maybe I knew that she promised to GOD to always watch over me, and mold me into a person that she and I can both feel proud of!!!!or perhaps it was just the way things are supposed to be. Either way I feel blessed! Lets not underestimate our mothers, if you are a mother yourself you know very well what you went through to become a parent and what your still going through cause parenting is job for life.. until death do us part!! No one teaches us to be mothers. They teach us how to bathe a baby, they give us home remedies for colic, etc. etc. But no one teaches you to say that extra I love you in the morning or that random phone call just to make sure everything is ok. With that being said I would like to apologize to my mom for every time I came out my box and disrespected her, or all the times she shed a tear because of me. Now with my own kids I find myself relating more and more to my mother. I now know why there was all of the overprotecting, numerous calls, the yelling to get me to do my chores, the commotion over the tattoos!!!! Children are sacred and our moms knew that from the very beginning. No matter what our mothers approach was they meant well. I once told a friend in anger &quot;you are just like your mother&quot; and felt bad afterwards thinking that what I said offended her. She replied&quot; your right I am just like my mother&quot; and proceeded to name all the good attributes of her mom, the ones I failed to notice cause it was not my mom.. Looking back I regret that statement in anger...cause no matter what, it was her mother who brought her into my life! If not for her mother I wouldn&#39;t have spent numerous sleepovers after clubbing, or all the good times we have shared! Fran I apologize to you again! Your mother is Awesome and I thank you for not getting offended and correcting me right there and then! Mothers are important and we should acknowledge that not just on Mother&#39;s Day but every single day of our life!!! To those who mothers have passed, My prayers are with you on this coming holiday, to those who never knew the love of a mother, my prayers also go out to you, and to those who still have their mothers, be grateful for another day, another opportunity to make it better, another chance to make it right if its not, another day to say I love you, another day to make it count! Don&#39;t hold back, forgive, love, laugh and move forward to the next thing that could potentially be the best thing, that has ever happened to you! Thanking GOD for all our mothers!!!!Blessings for 1000 please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/124834406508071163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/mama-mia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/124834406508071163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/124834406508071163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Zr9nMDzI_olpH0CgCAjFh0WqacPKObf8HT8CcHbGO9huKGyl9qsrLpa4qvEpTnw5KriPJRpg1vxHtH67I7sF4ofahGZU1-DU_xe8fuaB3hbAWaHv4kRJmJcY-eiv4ah4YcN_a41h85UZ/s72-c/mothers_day_card1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-2486283557040212257</id><published>2010-05-06T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:13:03.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Off My Train!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6X-hTSvcB9BiTd465_KGnZsWq6NTP_zHE34-7py3iExwH0X6RQ4ZpiIm0iRRiDDiMIXstbFL0kCSl7LU1OP2W4nXQNWaH8APN4-97_pQiOI1F7HAlWKXz1-aK8kgrKLgS0VgUfiQb7YS/s1600/angry-hobo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467799387926904994&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6X-hTSvcB9BiTd465_KGnZsWq6NTP_zHE34-7py3iExwH0X6RQ4ZpiIm0iRRiDDiMIXstbFL0kCSl7LU1OP2W4nXQNWaH8APN4-97_pQiOI1F7HAlWKXz1-aK8kgrKLgS0VgUfiQb7YS/s320/angry-hobo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsred3kns1C7fUNL1ykDBHQYLtdlZQEz467h8b5vpSWhZvmYFy33O5lo8kiXHA_mxuNBaA-tAxa9sG9mh-P9XnVs7xF1csJSFRLImv7Q1wcXBxtMHqJgiGT3K1VlHWabSYlitoFjyiwKD2/s1600/2009020551171701.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever get so angry you needed to burst into tears???? Tears that are sacred to you, cause you know the only time tears should come out is when they are out of happiness!!! I&#39;m an emotional person, but then again most women are.. The corniest little things make my eyelids rain! Recently a tiff with co-workers made me cry so much and so angry that I let them get the best of me. Never again will those individuals see that they are capable of breaking me down! Since then I have learned lots from that experience. I have learned that sometimes people thrive on others unhappiness. I have learned that at times not everyone is going to be happy for you. What I am getting at is that. People only do what we allow them to do to us. WE HAVE THE POWER!!!! Only through us can they achieve anything that might affect us! With this being said, I have learned to also forgive.. life is too short to hold grudges, don&#39;t get me wrong those slimy nasty wenches, good for nothings, users, posers, that cant coordinate an outfit to save their lives, deserve for me to open up a can of whoop ass on them but....I AM BETTER THAN THAT!!!we all are!! but seriously I learned that people are not always going to love you.that not everybody will treat you like you treat them, that the word loyalty means little now a days. but you should keep allowing yourself to become vulnerable cause not everyone is the same..So next time Misery comes along with her friends Jealousy, and Envy..remember to embrace them cause they have not met your friends..Love, Empathy and Joy!!!Simple and Short.. I&#39;ll take minions for 300 please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2486283557040212257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-off-my-train.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/2486283557040212257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098193477206183472/posts/default/2486283557040212257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-off-my-train.html' title='Get Off My Train!!!!!!'/><author><name>Carmela&#39;s Place</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327047812451226180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516FO1dMVAs/S-ClfRUUlmI/AAAAAAAAACY/8Zysq3Tdli8/S220/spring+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6X-hTSvcB9BiTd465_KGnZsWq6NTP_zHE34-7py3iExwH0X6RQ4ZpiIm0iRRiDDiMIXstbFL0kCSl7LU1OP2W4nXQNWaH8APN4-97_pQiOI1F7HAlWKXz1-aK8kgrKLgS0VgUfiQb7YS/s72-c/angry-hobo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098193477206183472.post-8546795111507396791</id><published>2010-05-05T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:17:21.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1sheep,2sheep,3sheep...4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqFq7ZwFbvHwTn9Szrv96CWbKCyPT5RRFF9qHyU-N1UDYL2iM8ImRi95aqI1Y3Uarh2TrodvK7K1D3RoKb-OYUkAGh0Hq7v7fveSRn8DGDRU7zqmGDxEzzMO6KRfng77oN9f0WhIyjWHl/s1600/counting-sheep-2.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467756009208103602&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqFq7ZwFbvHwTn9Szrv96CWbKCyPT5RRFF9qHyU-N1UDYL2iM8ImRi95aqI1Y3Uarh2TrodvK7K1D3RoKb-OYUkAGh0Hq7v7fveSRn8DGDRU7zqmGDxEzzMO6KRfng77oN9f0WhIyjWHl/s320/counting-sheep-2.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;SO....during all my blog excitement last night I found it hard to sleep wondering what topic would be appropriate for my First official blog.. I think I was so amped about all the topics that I couldn&#39;t find my sleep. Laying there next to Poppa aka. my Husband. I kept telling him my ideas as he tried hard to find his own sleep. I wanted so much to be selfish and wake him, but contained myself. It was an unexplainable anxiety. I felt hungry but I was not about to get up at 2 a.m and gain 4 pounds on an indulgence. Then I thought about a glass of wine, but I&#39;m on antibiotics..so there goes that thought. I was buggin out. I mean seriously. WTF...its just a blog.. NOT! I have the potential to make people laugh, cry, get upset...and whatever else people are into now a days. Why is it that we put the pressure on ourselves to go beyond each and every time. Why are we never satisfied? Is it selfish for wanting more? Don&#39;t we deserve it? And that&#39;s how I found my topic. ..Satisfaction and our constant need for it. I need it, I want it, I gots to have it!!! God forbid you come between me and my wants! How many of us go through life passively, not wanting for a damn thing? I mean, in the constitution one of our rights..is the pursuit of happiness. And unfortunately not all our happiness is based on peace and saving the world. We are materialistic beings. We need objects,materialistic things in order to be happy. Ill feed the homeless, but can I please have my Red lipstick by Nars as well! Now I know I started out with satisfaction and find myself basking in materialistic things but don&#39;t they go hand in hand? Are you going to tell me that all of your satisfaction can be purely based on everything good and humane. Walking&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; annoying 80 year old neighbor down the steps, or countless selfless acts of love towards the next person we encounter? I refuse to believe that..and if you do ..give back those big engagement rings ladies, and the 100,000.00 wedding and fellas what&#39;s the point of fancy cars, 60&quot;flat screens(wait thats a different topic all together)!!! 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