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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What's going on with marriage today? I must admit I'm utterly confused? Being almost 3 years in, I'm thinking we are invincible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My girlfriend in California is trying the dating thing out there. She's having a great time being single, black, and getting to know herself more as she ages. Occasionally, she'll entertain me with a crazy story with one of her guys she is "talking" to at the moment. This one in particular, Vincent...&amp;nbsp; :::shaking my head::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My girlfriend went out for her birthday, turning 27. She meets a guy coming out of the bar. He's stepping out with his friends, getting into his latest Lexus SUV. He sees my&amp;nbsp;girlfriend walking with her friends. He steps out and catches her before she crosses the street. He asked for her name and began with the 'let me give you a call shepeal' ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While he was talking she peeps into the back seat of the SUV, she saw a car seat AND a booster seat. Two kids, really??. Normally after seeing that she would of passed up automatically, but&amp;nbsp;after a dry spell or two, and experiencing the&amp;nbsp;small pool of men that actually don't want to try forever, she decided to give him a try. They traded numbers, he calls her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vincent is a black, handsome college educated, frat brother in his&amp;nbsp;late twenties... she asks him during the phone conversation about the kiddie caboodle in the back. He said, yea he has kids. He and&amp;nbsp;girlfriend had recently broken up and he was staying with his mother. He has a 4 year old an a 2 month old. A 2 month old is pretty freaking fresh!.. She understood, he was cute, so she gave him a try. After a couple weeks and a steamy unexpected make out session in the the elevator, she&amp;nbsp; fiiinnnaally gave up the cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After all the dates out, many in depth conversations, wine and over nights he started to let his guard down. He sat on the floor with both of his arms perched on top&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the bed. My friend&amp;nbsp;glanced at his left hand and stared at the bright tan line with&amp;nbsp;all the glowing red arrows pointing to it. She leaned on the wall..."Are you married???" Calm and smooth as butter he said, "Nope, it's a birth mark." Inside she was furious because not only was that fucking ridiculous, it&amp;nbsp;was saying she was completely stupid to her face. She wanted his trust to further reveal his lies, so she smirked.. "No, really.. how long have you been married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said 8 years. "We have a wonderful relationship." " I love her and she loves me, I just need to step out once in awhile. Everyone does it, you wouldn't believe who all I know who do this type a thing. Over 90% of married men have cheated or WILL cheat at some time, it's just in our nature" She said, "Does your wife know??" He said, "No, are you crazy. I keep this completely under control." She said, "Why didn't you tell me you was married..???"&amp;nbsp; He then&amp;nbsp;committed to&amp;nbsp;further dig himself into lies, like.... " I really liked you and I didn't&amp;nbsp;want&amp;nbsp;you to find out&amp;nbsp;because I didn't know&amp;nbsp;you was gonna take it??.. you are so smart, and our conversations are just so good, and I can't talk to my wife like I can talk to you.. blah blah blah... fucking blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All the information crept up and came out like vomit. He spewed it everywhere like he was begging to get it out. Usually habitual liars are eventually like that with someone. He said, he purposely got a membership at 24 Hour Fitness because why??...It's open 24 hours and he can say he's there when he's with whichever woman. When he meets girls, he makes up a story about his life, and he uses alot of energy hiding the tan line by sitting on the right side of the girl, so his left arm can be over her shoulder. The whole object was to be good at lying. So then he began confessing a story on his in's and outs on meeting another chick he was currently "talking" to. He said he didn't care about her so he always wore his wedding ring around her. It took her roommate to finally point it out. When it was all out in the open between the 3 of them, he said &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; didn't care one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My friend asked, "Would you be okay if&amp;nbsp;you wife&amp;nbsp;did it to you?" He said, "No... not really. But what I don't know won't hurt me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Are these people crazy!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Needless to say, but she was hurt. Because she allowed herself to trust him with her emotions, to open up to dating a man with kids, and for him not letting her decide on how to feel about him being married. Thank GOD she's totally against it, but what got to her was this &lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;type of man. We're noticing we're not kids anymore, 27 is getting to the age of life consciousnesses. My girlfriend said, she never even thought to examine&amp;nbsp;the wedding finger and who would go to so far links to lie and betray the love of another human being you promised your life too? She said.."This is the crap you see Sunday on Lifetime.. not in my studio Long Beach apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later in the week, at work she started looking at the clients that were men fingers at her job. A man in his 60's hit on her, he asked that she email him sometime. Not call but email. He was coming back from a long trip at a time share.. he kept saying we. She didn't see a ring and didn't think he was married until he called back up there after he left to see if his wife&amp;nbsp;left&amp;nbsp;the garage opener there.. she confirmed it was him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why are so many married men cheating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1775412627297536224?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/UpaxrcFtMoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/UpaxrcFtMoA/infedelity-tan-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/TA8iVEk7f4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/OvoJwtKaD0I/s72-c/IMG_1174.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/06/infedelity-tan-lines.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-2243818010998381524</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-16T02:37:11.446-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Husband's Fair and What Not's</category><title>Lazy Night Time Lover</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so my husband has fully evolved himself into the "this is the way I like it, so deal with it" attitude. We have our weekly random fight over Night time vs. Morning time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S58mjomFPwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Lho5ZXmDGaY/s1600-h/romantic_moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S58mjomFPwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Lho5ZXmDGaY/s200/romantic_moon.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I like to do the dew in the night... makes sense, it's the end of the day, it was stressful, your already tired, now lets relax, kick one off and have some good sleep. Well that's not what he thinks. It's&amp;nbsp;really the total opposite. He's tired, doesn't want to do anything but crash, be fully rested in the morning and kick one off to be ready for his stressful day. Now don't get me wrong mornings aren't bad, but we have to switch it up here a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S58pak431YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qFVvlQCc-HM/s1600-h/sun-illustration2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S58pak431YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qFVvlQCc-HM/s200/sun-illustration2.gif" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus I like to workout in the morning.... early...outside. Sure I mean, that can be a workout but not everyday, plus &lt;a href="http://webmd.comhttp//www.webmd.com/sex-relationships/features/10-surprising-health-benefits-of-sex"&gt;webmd.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;says that in 30 minutes you can burn 85 calories or more. Sorry but working out burns WAY more. Although&amp;nbsp;42 half hour sessions will burn 3,570 calories which is enough to lose a lb.&amp;nbsp;But who has time&amp;nbsp;to crank it out 42 times before they go to work?&amp;nbsp;;o) So.. I guess that is a positive.&amp;nbsp;However though,&amp;nbsp;afterwards I'm like a floating&amp;nbsp;mess in lala land&amp;nbsp;that needs to crash immediately. Now that isn't the mood I want to be in for the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So still we debate. He says he'll plan to wow me after work, but thats if he makes it before he starts snoring or not. I pointed this issue out with my girlfriend and she said she has the same issue. She even gets the&amp;nbsp;occasional "Good Morning" pokes as her notification. I'm like is this a guy thing or what? Have I been living under a rock somewhere? I want to think it differs from guy to guy though. I went to &lt;a href="http://askmen.comhttp//www.askmen.com/dating/love_tip_60/62_love_tip.html"&gt;askmen.com&lt;/a&gt; and it said that men developed nocturnal penile tumescence (NPT) which causes a man to have 3-5 erections as he sleeps. Which&amp;nbsp;severely entices the mood for the morning. Okay.. so I guess I knew that much...but it still doesn't explain the repetition of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I will charge it&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;marital bliss. I'm not starved so I'm not complaining, when it gets to that level&lt;strong&gt; I will&lt;/strong&gt; be on the phone with the next marriage counselor. But for now I'll cherish our special mornings and keep my appreciation for the special nights. They do sparkle when&amp;nbsp;we do&amp;nbsp;have them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-2243818010998381524?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/Fu0QGXSLvuk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/Fu0QGXSLvuk/lazy-night-time-lover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S58mjomFPwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Lho5ZXmDGaY/s72-c/romantic_moon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy-night-time-lover.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-1967505647434007536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T23:02:27.794-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taggin'</category><title>The Happy Award!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4iTLY1AkQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Hsv8IzGaW50/s1600-h/happy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4iTLY1AkQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Hsv8IzGaW50/s320/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Arnetta over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soap-box-diary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This May Sound Crazy But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; awarded me the Happy Award. This is my first award being back in a long time! So THANKS girl! What a way to hop back in the saddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rules are: List 10 things that make you HAPPY. Then tag 10 Happy bloggers you really dig.... ya dig??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Collecting Pens makes me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a weird obsession with collecting pens. Mainly the uni-ball gel ink ones. I never use the old ball point faded looking ones anymore. They no longer suffice. The larger the collection the better. I like all colors with a fine tip, housed in a humorous coffee cup of some kind. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. Happily utilizing my Green Thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I absolutely love gardening. I discovered it after I lost my baby. I wanted to plant some perennials in the fall to come up in the spring in remembrance. I've never thought I would like it but I just&amp;nbsp;fell in love with it. I just hope everything comes up in the spring, that would be the biggest treat this year could offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Converse Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chuck Taylor Converse shoes make me happy. I'm so conservative and by the book and then Friday comes peeking&amp;nbsp;it's head around the corner. I'm the office in my jeans, chucks and feeling nice. I might be pushin 30, but I still feel like the old me. I actually went to a birthday dinner at Fogo de Chao in a 'Sex In The City' Charlotte type knee legnth black&amp;nbsp;skirt, a torqouise cardigan, clutch.....and my chucks. I never been hit on so much in my life! ( I would of had the heelz on, but my dawgs were already barkin from the night before, and you know you can't walk cripple in a sexy pair of pumps!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Happiness is in Arts &amp;amp; Crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I never was in the girl scouts I just stole their badge&amp;nbsp;but Arts and Crafts are SO relaxing. To have the hands on project to help you clear your mind is great. Anything I want to buy to either give to someone or decorate, I ask myself if I can make it first. Recently for Valentines Day me and my 'just as equally crafty' bff made our own red sexy candles. Even decorated them with red ribbon and I&amp;nbsp;orchestrated a blooming red flower on mine with the rose petals we had left over. Good shit, I must tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever I'm not happy.. a good gut bustin chuckle will always get me back on the saddle to happiness. I am a comedic enthusiast. I watch all the comedy specials, shows, movies etc.&amp;nbsp;One time I had such a bad day at work I came home and fell into my hands and started crying, I turned on the TV and America's Funniest Video's came on and I was at first smirken a little bit, then at the middle of the show I chuckilin, then towards the end I was all the way into and laughing at the most stupid stuff, but it surely turned my frown upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There isn't noting like creative writing. I've been drawn to it for forever now. It's a release, creativity, imagination, all in one. I remember when I was in 4th grade I wrote 370+ notebook &amp;amp; pencil pages (which was the very thick lined old school paper lol) about all kinds of short stories. I was a child who enjoyed being alone in my room with my radio playing and writing as much as my mind would allow, or how big the callus was on the inside of my middle finger. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;...but I just adore it. It literally makes the world go round. Makes me still crazy about my husband, makes me call my mom and pet my dog until he falls asleep resting in all my lil nooks and crannies. I call myself the 'Lovers Lover" cause I'm just so bad ass at it. Be careful how close you get cause&amp;nbsp;I just might love you too.. lol &amp;lt;3 The greatest love-John 3:16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. MUSIC is dancing in the happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4rDW4AiRkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0l3i23IVaOE/s1600-h/music20notes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4rDW4AiRkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0l3i23IVaOE/s320/music20notes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Music is my ultimate love that makes me incredibly happy. Songs are like tiny heartbeats that can automatically bring you back to a place you once were.&amp;nbsp;It can captivate you and get you stirred all up, or just having you sit back and fully relaxed. I love it so because at times it can be my emotional tagger. Each person in my life has their own soundtrack of songs that bring me back to them everytime. What a great gift! Plus I love to sing. I swear I was some type of crooner in some smokey bar&amp;nbsp;some place in my lifetime..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since I haven't been back in like, forever.. I'm tagging 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ten&lt;/strike&gt; Five Happy Bloggers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Islandbaby at &lt;a href="http://islandbaby-thenewme.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Beautiful Recovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Her Mommy at &lt;a href="http://embellishmeant.blogspot.com/"&gt;embellish.meant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Errant at &lt;a href="http://myowncircusshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Own Circus Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chole at &lt;a href="http://orchestrateddestiny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of an Ex- Drama Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Natalie at &lt;a href="http://nataliecottrell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Use Your Words, Little Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1967505647434007536?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/rKb6BxTyvH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/rKb6BxTyvH4/happy-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4iTLY1AkQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Hsv8IzGaW50/s72-c/happy.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-award.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-1690530868250886390</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T23:40:10.299-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">On A Mission: like seriously</category><title>Can't Take It Anymore!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4YEc8cD0yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BL4fp5MhL3s/s1600-h/I+QUIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4YEc8cD0yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BL4fp5MhL3s/s320/I+QUIT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I've been talking to my husband about quiting my job. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am by no means a quiter but I can't take the stresses and unbalance of work loads anymore. I've been at the same profession since a year out of college. Actually I stopped school to work there full time, so I've been there ever since 2002. I've moved up and ranked but have yet to be fully satisfied with my working LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do when you make an adquate amount of income but severely depressed about being there? Quit? I'm 27 now, will be 28 in July and I'm having this ora of self worth that keeps tapping me on the head asking me if this is what I was meant to be doing for the rest of m life? Then the RECESSION slug slithers over and says I gotta stay or I won't ever find anything else. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been thinking for a few years now about how I want to start my own business. We've been saving to buy a house, but I think I want to use that money to start up a small restraunt. It has always been a dream and I would consider it doing something I love. I complain I'm stressed now but owning a business can conjure just the same or even more head aches. BUT I will justify it as doing it for something I love doing? Right? &lt;br /&gt;
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Second guessing myself is what I do best. lol Well this is how dreams begin, fueled by pains of instability. If I don't do this than I must do something.. I will personally give myself another year or two then I'm out the door. I must exspirence life with a new challenge, tackel it, kick the shit of out it, and maybe have time for a drink on the beach afterwards. We shall see! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4YKH4imLZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fWDlBrBbeeU/s1600-h/Escape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4YKH4imLZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fWDlBrBbeeU/s320/Escape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1690530868250886390?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/zP3mTj49C9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/zP3mTj49C9w/hello-new-me-nice-to-meet-ya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S4YEc8cD0yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BL4fp5MhL3s/s72-c/I+QUIT.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-new-me-nice-to-meet-ya.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-8790910116591314571</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T00:34:37.187-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Count Your Blessings</category><title>The Kiss of Death</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S15_Q7b0g0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/5cGgHnJxj-Y/s1600-h/Kiss+of+Death.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S15_Q7b0g0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/5cGgHnJxj-Y/s320/Kiss+of+Death.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Here in Kansas City we have a newly renovated downtown called "The Power&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;Light District'. It houses many chic bars, restarurants, clubs and late night concerts. Well my friend and her cousin were going out for the evening. My friend and her cousin are both beautiful, young and vibrant ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;While in the club my friend said to her cousin, "Don't leave me this time, lets stay together tonight! I am not taking a cab home again." The cousin said, "Okay promise." Well after a couple drinks and some long dances the cousin met&amp;nbsp;a guy that visually swept her off her feet. She said he was so sexy, tall and handsome. They kissed and made out during the night.... He asked her if he could take her to his house so they could continue their "love sessions". She said to him that she promised she couldn't leave her cousin alone. He begged and she begged my friend and my friend pleaded NO!... The cousin swapped numbers with him so they could re-ignite their passion elsewhere when they got the chance some other time. The girls went home, exchanged stories of the sexy random with hopes of calling him again sometime during the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;A few days goes by and the cousin gets a painful, blistering type of cold sore on the bottom of her lips. This is extreamly embarrassing because she's fairly attractive. She immediately goes to the Dr. to see what type of sore was growing rapidly on her lips. The Dr. nicely advises her to wait while he runs some quick test to see what exactly what it was. The Dr. came back, completly serious and a tad shaken. He asks her, "Who have you recently been with or kissing to give you this on your face?" Embarrssed she denied no one and just said it grew there. He forces the answer out of her again. She again denied but anxiously wondered what the hell was going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Dr. left the room again. After awhile the Dr. came back escorting 2 male officers. The officers politely greeted her and asked her again. Scared out of her wits she obliged and asked what was going on?? With the Dr. standing by, the officer told her that what she had on her lip was an extreamly deadly fungus, but only found on dead caucuses, or deceased humans. She panicked and began to open up entirely. She told them the whole story of what happen that Saturday night and who she was with. The officers asked if she still had the phone number of the guy she was with. She did and gave it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Days later the officers visited that sexy guy's house. They did a search while he wasn't home. Inside they found 2 dead bodies. Both female victims and about the same age of my friend and her cousin. The man was arrested and has been taken to jail. He hasn't been convicted of anything yet but we know for sure he was into necrophilia with these women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;It was totally traumatic for my friends family. Even for me! This is a true story and I couldn't believe this happened so close to home, or someone I knew. I believe in God and had to immediately pray and give thanks that she wasn't the next victim. Her life has been spared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I had to call my BF in Cali just to let her know the craziness in our lil city and for her to be careful up there. You never know where situations in your life can take you. Hopefully my friends cousin will remember this and choose her surrounding and people wisely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One of the show's I've watching is Tough Love on VH1. These ladies have made many failed attempts themselves at love so they go see Steven Ward a matchmaker who tries to offer them help at finding a partner. What intrigued me with this show is the personalities of some of these ladies. I've seen some of thier traits in my friends, family, co-workers.. hell even me. What I like is the help Steven is givin is foreal. Like MEN DO THINK THIS WAY! oh and also you have to learn to play their GAME. I learned that a loooong time ago. I would like to say that's how I snagged the hubs, but really I think I just know when to keep my mouth shut.... that's really all that matters...sadly. But the advice really is good advice what I do with my friends with the "same situations" is call them up and say.. "Hey have you seen that show Tough Love!? It's pretty interesting you should watch it!" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Other than that I might catch some others on the fly by like Hoarders on A&amp;amp;E. This is so odd to me and I know this is an actual medical mental condition but man it is interesting to watch? Espicially when I need to get my house clean. After watching that it will sure make you get up and get stuff out. These families are effected by a family member who surround themselves with trash/clutter/astronmical shopping and clothes. They have an emotional bond with these items and usually are suffering from some type of emotional trauma. Sad show really, espically when children are involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-6487688130956696951?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/ozLSN3RVUbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/ozLSN3RVUbg/tv-watchin-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S1u4KLk0_QI/AAAAAAAAATQ/88rEeNOeck4/s72-c/Tough+Love.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-watchin-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-2945269465499670357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-18T21:52:22.854-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life is but a Dream</category><title>Back to the Basics</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S1UsHJeGqFI/AAAAAAAAATI/wE9t2E1xFvU/s1600-h/BESThearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S1UsHJeGqFI/AAAAAAAAATI/wE9t2E1xFvU/s320/BESThearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428293427177891922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a long break but I'm back. It was nice coming back and reading every one's updates. I'm finally back at that place where I can happily blog again without saddening my readers. Tears aren't for everybody ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to bigger and better..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful new year, with all kinds of beautiful new stuff to get into. I took my resolution balled it up and did a full fisted slam dunk to the toilet. I don't need anymore stresses in my life, just victories. So therefore, I'm trying my best not to set myself up to fail. Just taking everything as I go with stride &amp; pride and after that call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of today, for a Monday it was glorious. My special half brought me lunch to work and sat there and ate it with me with the biggest smile on his face. Who could ask for anything more? I didn't but when he picked me up from work and after we went to the store he gave me the most sensual, loving, sweetest body massage ever. Candles, soft music and nurturing hands. I don't know why or what made him give me a treat so special, but I LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stoked things are looking up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-2945269465499670357?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/uIiPQUDozDA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/uIiPQUDozDA/back-to-basics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/S1UsHJeGqFI/AAAAAAAAATI/wE9t2E1xFvU/s72-c/BESThearts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-basics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-4468996308920339895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T18:33:35.940-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunrise and Sunset- Death Be It All</category><title>I see LIFE in a whole new light..</title><description>I've been missing all of my cool bloggerific friends, so I decided to come back and read and also give a lil update on how every thing's been going. Not only for you but to myself. Kinda like my way of talking it out.. feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... back in the end of June my grandma passed. All my talking and blogging of not calling her kind of choked me up. Very unexpected, she was only 66.. so I've been dealing with that. Finally got back on my feet and dried my tears until July 27th came, and my water breaks.. I announced on here that I was preggo. I made it all the way to 17 weeks and 3 days and my water fucking breaks. Did you know a baby can't survive without it's amniotic fluid for the rest of the pregnancy.. well it can they said by the grace of God but it would have a multitude of complications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurt like a ton of wrecking balls to the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It as a boy, exactly what I wanted sooo bad, I was going to name him Ellis. Even though he was 9 oz he had so much character in his face, arms and legs long like his Dad's, lips and nose like mine. Even right down to the matching shape of the toes finger nails.. he was going to be so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was July 29th so you know I was damning God for such a wonderful birthday gift, but time has passed and I'm ok, we're okay. We're actually going to wait until our original agreement of 30 to try again.. get some time to get healthier, go to church.. just whatever ever it takes to get a life back on a that positive level..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I'll be back with a new me.. life's too short, all this death has opened me up a lil bit. I'll most definitely have something to blog about now.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-4468996308920339895?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/-C94hBJDvMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/-C94hBJDvMI/i-see-life-in-whole-new-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see-life-in-whole-new-light.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-7592211778171837303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T11:17:15.914-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Becoming a Mommy</category><title>Seeing is Believing..</title><description>and then I almost had a panic attack. NO.. I did have a panic attack.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on babycenter.com to look up information, research mommy details that I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE ABOUT.. like the actual birthing of a baby. I sat here at work, played the video. Didn't look too bad, it was like lady's top part of her body, she was just in pain..screaming a tad. THEN the camera goes way SOUTH. .. my heartbeat races, I'm sweating a little so I take off my sweater, I see the head of the baby, and blood stretching this woman's vulva to complete capacity..my stomach turns, and I start darting my eyes looking for a trash can.. I grab a laminated chart and start to fan myself, close my eyes and breathe deeply..until my heart races slower.. What the hell just happened? Was I that disturbed over having a baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm not such a bitch over slimy, bloody, eerie things, but that got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally clueless on all this stuff and it's starting to stress me out. I think this is where it's coming from. I mean you should see my dreams. Talk about weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been bugging my mom friends with all these questions. I know they are getting so tired of me asking questions that seem so, I dunoo.. dumb!? I call one up and ask about what she does with her kids while she's at work. lol So we talk about Daycare. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT DAYCARE COST?.. it's a whole brand new (LEXUS) car payment a month!!! What a rip off. So, what the hell am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Stay home? Yea right! Who can do that anymore? I think my hubs will have to work nights and I will work mornings.. Good-bye to seeing him anymore.. Guess that's just what having a child is about sacrificing some time together.. ? Whatever. I'm game. Fuckin bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to that video.. go see a baby born and see if you don't lose your lunch. lol   &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/2_natural-birth_3656508.bc"&gt;Mother Giving Birth Epideral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/2_natural-birth_3656508.bc"&gt;Natural Birth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SjqvlH2g_SI/AAAAAAAAATA/c4EU3OJBhJc/s1600-h/mban1112l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SjqvlH2g_SI/AAAAAAAAATA/c4EU3OJBhJc/s320/mban1112l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348780559753608482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-7592211778171837303?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/2nzM7YkZbAk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/2nzM7YkZbAk/seeing-is-believing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SjqvlH2g_SI/AAAAAAAAATA/c4EU3OJBhJc/s72-c/mban1112l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeing-is-believing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-4946514245279887047</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T17:29:56.163-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Becoming a Mommy</category><title>A Stork Has Landed!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Si7ViX3abeI/AAAAAAAAASg/VLRPXSkQFSQ/s1600-h/dre0733l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Si7ViX3abeI/AAAAAAAAASg/VLRPXSkQFSQ/s320/dre0733l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444594234060258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all know what that means now... don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! We're having a baby! My husband and I pregnant! I know I've been absent which I sometimes do, but dealing with new fetus's in your uterus will actually deter you from alot of things. I'm happy, we're happy.. totally was an accident but good things come out those, so hey. We wanted to wait until the big 30, but 27 is close enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to update you I'm 11 weeks, so beginning of the 3rd month. I had a great 2 months, well I won't jump off the hinge and say GREAT, I had some nausea, but I didn't throw up once. Actually if it wasn't for me checking the calendar I wouldn't even of known. All I knew is I wasn't feeling like myself. I kept waking up and saying that, and I had constant butterflies. NAUSEA. Some say that's actually worse than throwing up, but after my favorite treat or two it would go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby is the first on both sides of our families, since we both are the first born grandchildren. So alot of people are excited. Husband is still in agh. He can't believe we're making humans now.. He wants to crash every hobby, fun activity, wish and want in "before the baby comes". I'm like, life isn't over when children come into your life. ...........Right? (totally 2nd guessing) I'm thinking, it's really just beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some fears but don't new mothers all? I wanted to wait to tell people, but 3 months is getting pretty good..if something bad happens then I've rather loved a new baby that's gone then to have never loved a new baby at all... lol (thanks William) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new wondrous experience becoming a new Mommy. I sure don't know what in the hell is next, nor what the hell I'm doing but I'll surly take it. I'm due January 1st, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-4946514245279887047?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/Ya3Sjgm0hqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/Ya3Sjgm0hqI/stork-has-landed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Si7ViX3abeI/AAAAAAAAASg/VLRPXSkQFSQ/s72-c/dre0733l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/06/stork-has-landed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-9169361084841918950</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T13:14:30.657-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taggin'</category><title>Catching Up..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The most &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DELIGHTFUL&lt;/span&gt; Islandbaby, over at &lt;a href="http://tropicalvoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-guess-im-it.html"&gt;Just My Opinion&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for the interesting Tag questions of 8. She was nice enough to tag me, plus I don't have any ravin' cool blogger news going on with me... EVER. So, I thought this would do just fine for today... Thanks again lady &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 Things you are looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Visiting ATL for the first time&lt;br /&gt;* Turning 27, actually&lt;br /&gt;* Moving down the street&lt;br /&gt;* Becoming a Mommy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;* Swimming this summer&lt;br /&gt;* Saving a whole buncha money&lt;br /&gt;* Owning my own business&lt;br /&gt;* Keeping a good out look on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 things you did yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Spent a whole 8 hrs at a team building function w/ my co-workers outside of work&lt;br /&gt;* Took a 2nd shower when I got home cause I couldn't rest &amp;amp; settle&lt;br /&gt;* Finished knitting a 2nd panel of a cabled blanket&lt;br /&gt;* Babied the hubs cause he fell and bopped his head on the concrete while playing basket-ball&lt;br /&gt;* Chatted with the bf for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;* Got on the scale, haven't gained anymore weight! yess!&lt;br /&gt;* Ate left overs&lt;br /&gt;* Played with the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 things you wish you could do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Play the piano, guitar&lt;br /&gt;* Live without working.. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;* Buy and ride a motorcycle..&lt;br /&gt;* Travel, not the world but close to it&lt;br /&gt;* Grow my hair down my back..lol It's been shoulder length forever!!&lt;br /&gt;* Eat whatever I want, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;* Make it to where my house was magically cleaned every time I came home&lt;br /&gt;* Be happy just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 shows you watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Good Morning America&lt;br /&gt;* Medium&lt;br /&gt;* Dancing with the Stars&lt;br /&gt;* Anything on Food Network&lt;br /&gt;* True Blood * NEW SEASON THIS JUNE!!&lt;br /&gt;* Survivor Man&lt;br /&gt;* Everybody Hates Chris&lt;br /&gt;* MARTIN Re-runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-9169361084841918950?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/4AibfHOqlz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/4AibfHOqlz8/catching-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-3797144207347881115</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T10:54:45.558-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family...</category><title>O Granny..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ShLVBGZlbRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jdIWBR0TgbE/s1600-h/ear0634l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ShLVBGZlbRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jdIWBR0TgbE/s320/ear0634l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337562723261967634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to my granny in like 5 months.. I'm surly gonna burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I don't keep in touch with distant relatives. Does that make me narcissistic asshole? To tell you the truth, I really have a reason why I don't call my grandma. The Dr. prescribed her Zoloft because she moved away from majority of her children and was severely going through empty-nest syndrome. During that time I called for sure but when we talked she would crryyyyy and cryyyy, and talk about her hypochondriac ailments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm dying.. did you know that? lol I'm like DAMN Grandma, can you make me anymore sad. So I chalked it up as she was crazy, but when I talked to her for her birthday she was good. Some people just get really sad and say crazy things sometimes. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely talk to my parents. Sometimes though they kidnap me on the phone conference style at work. Talk about embarrassing. I'm like Hi Mom, Hello Dad.. they're both like, "Hello Daughter!!" We thought we'd steal ya for a second before ya go to lunch. (Why wouldn't they harass me on my lunch, in my car, instead for the whole office to hear my moms new lemon grass drink diet plan, and my bowel movements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note. I'm really thankful but maybe something happened to me when I was younger? I don't know.. I better get my act together though before I end up like a reverse of that "Cats in the Cradle" song by Harry Chapin. I'll have kids, and they're not gonna wanna talk to me anymore? Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-3797144207347881115?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/QrRMvxBBCnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/QrRMvxBBCnw/o-granny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ShLVBGZlbRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jdIWBR0TgbE/s72-c/ear0634l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-granny.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-4117130524301354245</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T16:24:39.548-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taggin'</category><title>Cupcakes and Deer</title><description>Wonderful Gabby at &lt;a href="http://gabbyshewrote.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurrah-hurrah.html"&gt;Gabby, she wrote&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for the coolest and oddest lookin tag ever: Since her blog is just as Deer, I have no problem excepting this cool tag award. Cupcake tag award rather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgNHKpNQSnI/AAAAAAAAASI/7gMSx-fg9Qg/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333184631922510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgNHKpNQSnI/AAAAAAAAASI/7gMSx-fg9Qg/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rules: respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one other question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your current obsession?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Capitalizing. I want to capitalize everything in a sentence. and using a million continuation dots..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing now?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Work clothes... ACTUALLY we could dress down all this week, so blackwash jeans with cool button pockets in the back, black polkadotte button cami, and black under-tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you nap a lot?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make an effort too, sometimes it just happens while watching TV..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What would you like to learn to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have multiple orgazims that last for 20 minutes each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's for dinner?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is breakfast for dinner. Maple sausage n gravey bisquits, eggs, fruit, and oj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's one of your favorite movies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Forest Gump.. it just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's one thing you're looking forward to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER.. things are just happier. Going home at 5:00pm. Sat &amp;amp; Sun. The future with kiddo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your childhood crush?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BRAD PITT, Patrick Swayze in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Point_Break"&gt;Point Break&lt;/a&gt; , Jon B. and Omar Epps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to pick up a pen, what's the first thing you'd write?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Graphitti style my name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to get rid of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Growing old. Basketball players on TV are younger than me! WTF happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What in life are you waiting on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My period. All this damn muff slick-ness.. and it hasn't came yet! Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tag 5 blogger peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starzgazer &lt;a href="http://starzgazr.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-of-"&gt;Here I Come&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Rambeling Diva at &lt;a href="http://ramblingdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;C'est What??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jewels at &lt;a href="http://www.jewelsdiva.com.au/"&gt;Bitchfest!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chrystina at &lt;a href="http://captchrystina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faith, Trust &amp;amp; Pixie&lt;br /&gt;Dust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Desert Rat at &lt;a href="http://mybuggabutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Runaway Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-4117130524301354245?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/00Z_6X3Reyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/00Z_6X3Reyc/cupcakes-and-deer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgNHKpNQSnI/AAAAAAAAASI/7gMSx-fg9Qg/s72-c/award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcakes-and-deer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-8769072888488502615</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T10:54:34.601-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">To Be A Woman</category><title>Getting Used to my New Snatch..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgIBMVTQlMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BR8LVFgi_aQ/s1600-h/wda1209l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgIBMVTQlMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BR8LVFgi_aQ/s320/wda1209l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332826220148069570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be so damn blunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not very privy to the priveldge of the pussy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words: I FINALLY got a girlie girl shape up. Not like what you think, and no it didn't involve wax. I rather not bleed through my panties to mirror a 12 year old girl. No matter how much grown up pedofile men like it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just decided to free myself from the liberated 1970's woman's movement and really "mow the lawn" so to speak. I guess my husband has had his last teeth flossing and jungle safari. He said.. "Hey woman!, it's a jungle down here!" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends get brazilian's all the time, when they ask me, I just laugh and put my fist in the air. Hence, staying dedicated to my afro look. This time though, my husband brought me a cool neato gadet. A intamte lady shaver... I LOVE IT! It's like girlie pink clippers for that area, you can even do designs! Except, that's pretty creepy.. I've been using it and was afraid if I went to close it would cause a new hair growth itching party in my pants, but IT HASN'T! Yesssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that because when I was in the 5th grade that happened. I shaved it clean off. Hair started to grow back and I was clawing at my coo coo like it was a spawn of satan. So.. I never did it again.. bare-ly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dancing, floating and fancy freeeee... (picture a tampax commercial, that's me) So if you don't like your BUSH (not the politician), then try out a new cool fun shaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O YEA.. here is the cool &lt;a href="http://www.eoutletmall.com/details/916-1681/Panasonic-Womens-Shavers-ES2045P.html"&gt;shaver.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-8769072888488502615?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/XCHV7lqhUJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure type="text/html" url="http://www.eoutletmall.com/details/916-1681/Panasonic-Womens-Shavers-ES2045P.html" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/XCHV7lqhUJM/getting-used-to-my-new-snatch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SgIBMVTQlMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BR8LVFgi_aQ/s72-c/wda1209l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-used-to-my-new-snatch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-1995559550818970162</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T11:28:09.931-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life is but a Dream</category><title>To you 2009 GRADUATES out there</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfsiHv5DfDI/AAAAAAAAARw/oW4QpwTMTsI/s1600-h/graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfsiHv5DfDI/AAAAAAAAARw/oW4QpwTMTsI/s320/graduate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330892100433312818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't ever have anything too exciting to do over the weekend except tend to my dawggie and husband, but this weekend we're taking a small family road trip to his home town for his lil' sister's high school graduation. He's from Junction City, KS. I know that doesn't mean much to you big cities out there, but it's a small humble military town based on Fort Riley. The cool thing about traveling to his home town is... it's 2 hours away. Yess!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's alot of high school graduations this year that many people are tending too, like &lt;a href="http://soggy-doggy-bloggy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soggy Bloggy &lt;/a&gt;and her daughter &lt;a href="http://thewaterbottleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Water Bottle&lt;/a&gt;.. =0) Those are blogs btw. My boss's youngest nephew are graduating and suppose to be my little cousin also but he hasn't decided if wants to leave high school yet or not, so we're still working on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything important to say about starting your life, but all I know it involves alot of thinking. So be ready to use some parts of your brain that normally don't come into play till' around this time. If you go away to school, keep active, stay happy and remember to have fun. School is serious, but not THAT serious. If your not doing the school thing, then start doing SOMETHING. Starting off being a LOAF isn't very life fulfilling. And when you start that something, make it into what makes you happy. Find zeal in doing what you love. If you can turn that into money, then hell: so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 I graduated from High school... when did you all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1995559550818970162?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/plf4KSXLaS0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/plf4KSXLaS0/to-you-2009-graduates-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfsiHv5DfDI/AAAAAAAAARw/oW4QpwTMTsI/s72-c/graduate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-you-2009-graduates-out-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-6038295877331859100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T17:11:02.126-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Husband's Fair and What Not's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">When Things Aren't Up To Par</category><title>Straight Blogger Hiatus</title><description>I know I've been gone, I think this is the longest I've been gone overall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just been sick.. with the SWINE FLU?.. NOPE. it wasn't. Just almost damn near something like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when your sick, you really don't really feel like doing shit! Like, not even thinking. The light to the computer even had me nauseous. It hasn't been the slightest of fun. I can't even imagine the actual Swine Flu victims. It was so funny (well not really) I came to work on Friday, they took one look at me and was like.. GO HOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking this was the best time to be off, and they want me to leave! AND I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooie, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm well now.. Thankfully due to some Sudafed and Night-Quil. The sorry part was HUBS WAS NO HELP!! Isn't your husband suppose to be there for you through thick and thin.. when your sick and unable. Well the whole time he was no help. No chicken noodle soup, no foot rubs, no store runs. Oh wait, except one towards the END!&lt;br /&gt;You know us women, we never forget..... so just WAIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be sick and I'm gonna go get all his fav foods and eat them in front of him, then act like I'm gonna share then take it away and say, "OOPS, can't share germs!" &lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the air on Antarctica, and ask him how's his stuffy nose &amp; congestine doing? while I drink Hot Cocoa with EXTRA MARSHMELLOWS!! (sorry, I'm a little perterbed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all you fellow sicko's out there I bid you well. There's nothing like a terrible flu to get you through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I missed you guys too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfitWIdP1jI/AAAAAAAAARo/usTNdN82WBs/s1600-h/swinki_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfitWIdP1jI/AAAAAAAAARo/usTNdN82WBs/s320/swinki_mini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330200754731865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-6038295877331859100?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/B1iuKjfuPiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/B1iuKjfuPiA/straight-blogger-hiatus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SfitWIdP1jI/AAAAAAAAARo/usTNdN82WBs/s72-c/swinki_mini.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/04/straight-blogger-hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-7586918250725412365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T13:48:03.360-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Entertainment and I</category><title>Where Were You in 1982?</title><description>I was just peeking out of my moms uterus to be welcomed into skinny Levi's, braided plats, head bans and sweaters with alligators on them..lol However much I say I don't like the 80's, I find myself fascinated with that time period, while dealing with how far we're getting away from it. I'm getting older..=0( I mean, =0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted my question was a movie I never seen before, but everyone else had: &lt;strong&gt;Fast Times at Ridgemont High.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd-SIqo2iKI/AAAAAAAAARg/YU9O12e9tTY/s1600-h/fasttimesbig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd-SIqo2iKI/AAAAAAAAARg/YU9O12e9tTY/s320/fasttimesbig.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323133962157459618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came on cable last night, I saw it coming on and was like, do I want to watch this old movie? lol Then I saw what it was, and remembered my uncles and aunts talking about it some years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, and kind of raunchy! It was like our American Pie.. silly with a whole bunch of nudity &amp; smutt talk.. and a whole bunch of actors that I recognise in other current movies. Like of course Sean Penn, Linda Barret, Judge Reinhold, YUMMY Eric Stoltz (From Mr. Jealousy &amp; the bad Dad in Butterfly Effect) and Forrest Whitaker.. Soundtrack was good, one of my fav songs was from Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers! This was just a lil movie time that took me back! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVURKznxCYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVURKznxCYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-7586918250725412365?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/j-Lm6MHPxwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/j-Lm6MHPxwQ/where-were-you-in-1982.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd-SIqo2iKI/AAAAAAAAARg/YU9O12e9tTY/s72-c/fasttimesbig.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-were-you-in-1982.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-8093084915517854826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T17:36:09.615-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2009 Work It All The Way Off Plan</category><title>Getting Down &amp; Getting Ready..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd53gwaU-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/KfheL2OqLb0/s1600-h/mba0471l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd53gwaU-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/KfheL2OqLb0/s320/mba0471l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823214233353202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SUMMER THAT IS!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally can't wait. Spring has been more like winter here in the Midwest. The last snow was just a few weeks ago. It was 75 one day, then in the 20's with a blizzard snow the next! WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in January I was on my quest for better health and jump started my work it all the way off plan. So far I haven't worked it all the way off but I'm getting there. I've lost 20lbs with this weeks weigh in. I'm 10lbs shy of this months goal. Hopefully by the end of April I can get close to 30lbs. I'm very excited with myself that I'm really taking this somewhat seriously. My goal is to get to 140, now I'm 5'2 short and curvy stocky, and dense like a fruitcake. I had to give that image to my husband cause he feels like he can pick me up like I'm a bitesize snicker bar but once he does he's paying for it. I yell, "Put me down before you get hernia or something!" Did you know lifting heavy objects can cause hernia? I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;I know he hates when I say that, but he's like 190lbs toned, and he's practically lifting himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by JULY, which is my birthday month, I would love to have reached my goal. It would be the best summer yet. I would for sure have to buy a real bathing suite instead of surfer shorts lol Nothing wrong with surfer shorts, but mine were never cute. Mine were like on last night's episode of Scrubs when everyone was on the beach vacationing, and they were seeing who's woman looked good in their bathing suite as they walked up to join them in the sand. Donald Faison's wife came floppin up the beach with a sun visor, huge brown shorts, a tank and a big ole bag..lol That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the trek, just trying to make it the finish line. Salads are still doing the trick for me, and calorie restriction. I said that to my mom and she damn near flipped her lid, like "So what, your starving yourself now!" No, just not putting so much shit in my mouth mother! I wanted to say that, but I didn't. I kinda made up my own plan. If I worked out alot more, I'd be where I should be and more, but I had a rough stressful month. It was a busy month at my job.. &lt;a href="http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-shoot-me-now-please.html"&gt;read here to feel my pain&lt;/a&gt;.. They say working out releases stress, but when I've had a shitty day the last thing I want to do is go get on a treadmill and sweat my new perm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month, however.. that will be a different story. More workouts, more water drinking, and more salsa dancing. Dancing really is a great workout if you don't like the same hustle and bustle at the gym. Hopefully by the summer months I can really stick too it, if not I'm still in heading towards the right path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all ... I've kicked 20lb's in it's ass and I'm totally stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-8093084915517854826?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/IuZYgspa9FI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/IuZYgspa9FI/getting-down-getting-ready.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sd53gwaU-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/KfheL2OqLb0/s72-c/mba0471l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-down-getting-ready.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-1044085786693163833</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T13:04:18.039-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">To Be A Woman</category><title>Yea, It's THAT Time</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdTo6TDgo-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2TT7Yc7uZ8E/s1600-h/jdun611l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320133148076450786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdTo6TDgo-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2TT7Yc7uZ8E/s320/jdun611l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did Eve have to eat the apple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn her every time my girlfriend wants to pay a visit. Meaning, the doomed Menstrual Cycles, Periods, "On the Rag" whatever you would like to call it. I call it "Girlfriend", cause even though it's far from hell of being a "friend", I still try to be optimistic and befriend the: bloating, cramping, back aching, boobie tenderness, mood swings, TV show crying, smooth bowels, and sweets scarfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should of paid close attention to the clues last week, but I was in phase mode of working and up keeping the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sign my boobs felt like they were stretched to complete capacity in my bra, and they ached. I snapped at my mom, felt horrible, then came home from work on the same day and slept 6 hours! Yesterday was the Oh great! Your here.. and then the paaaiinn. I already took a 800mg last nite, hoping it will medicate until the next day.. and it didn't. Now I'm at work, back throbbing and I have no bullets and no gun. Ok, totally joking, but I'm not one to be messed with today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my bloggy buddies are ladies, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so do you guys have great menstrual weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or am I the only one clawing up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menstrual Cycles sure can put a damper on your party. I just looked up "On the Rag"and did you know this was where it came from?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pms.about.com/od/myths/a/menstrual_myths.htm"&gt;Answer.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The phrase “on the rag” originated sometime during the late 19th to early 20th century. When a woman was menstruating, she was “on the rag,” a phrase that literally described the way women of the day protected themselves from accidents during menstruation. Each woman had a supply of rags for specific use during menstruation. Women would layer rags together until they were sufficiently thick, then use pins to attach the rags to their panties. After each use, the women would wash the rags and hang them out to dry. Each woman had a special place (usually a bag in her underwear drawer) where she kept her rags for the next time she menstruated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I couldn't imagine!! My mom told me they used to use these belt type thinggys that held a pad in place because the stickie on the back wasn't invented yet. A jock strap for a pad!? Yea, that's REAL sexy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My research came up with this &lt;a href="http://www.powerhousemuseum.com/rags/manufactured_pads.asp"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdTz_H47_hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iSZWHZbe8oA/s1600-h/00221573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320145325606567442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdTz_H47_hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iSZWHZbe8oA/s320/00221573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this how they were worn? Would blood just flow down the legs and onto clothes? I'm so confused!? And this was like 30-35 years ago! So not that long. Oh how I take stickie adhesive for granted. Thank you stickie adhesive makers for allowing me to walk publicly down the street without blood running down my leg, or trying to stuff a whole bed sheet into my panties to catch it. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/2252/who-invented-tampons"&gt;The Stright DOPE!&lt;/a&gt; gave a interesting article on Tampons, I guess women have been make shifting their own for years, even before the belted pads. I know I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently, as time passed, tampons went underground. By the 1930s, when commercial tampons became available, some women were already making their own "out of surgical cotton, cutting strips to size and rolling them tightly for insertion, or they bought natural sea sponges at cosmetics or art supply stores and trimmed them into reusable tampons," Friedman writes. "But these women belonged to an exclusive margin of society; they tended to be actresses, athletes, or prostitutes--all dubious professions, in the eyes of 'respectable' women."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT: according to &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Who_invented_tampons"&gt;Wiki answers&lt;/a&gt;: The tampon with an applicator and string was invented in 1929 and submitted for patent in 1931 by Dr. Earle Haas, an American from Denver, Colorado. Tampons based on Dr. Haas' design were first sold in the U.S. in 1936.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, oh WHY would people wear belts if these things was already patented in 1931!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why, because I started my period when I was 10, and it took me all the way until I was 17 to wear tampons. I thought it was weird with something up there without it feeling good. haha However, currently they are my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough bloody talk. I'm ready to go home, eat my salad, drink my hot tea and hit the sheets! Clean ones, that is. =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdT6Z_ZaGXI/AAAAAAAAARA/mWEuUA7BzZQ/s1600-h/abr1410l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320152384253073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdT6Z_ZaGXI/AAAAAAAAARA/mWEuUA7BzZQ/s320/abr1410l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1044085786693163833?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/ueBOAaSfTbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/ueBOAaSfTbA/yea-its-that-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdTo6TDgo-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2TT7Yc7uZ8E/s72-c/jdun611l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/04/yea-its-that-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-1064243877216404682</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T17:33:21.733-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taggin'</category><title>I'm So Awarded ...</title><description>...if that makes any sense, well last week sometime Ms. Oh so deliciouso &lt;a href="http://gabbyshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gabby&lt;/a&gt; gave me a award. The Proximity award at that. Which I think is pretty cool. I loves spreadin the LOVE, so that's what I'm gonna do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this delightful award?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdKSh18IDMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9fTYVw0c-o0/s1600-h/ProximityAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdKSh18IDMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9fTYVw0c-o0/s320/ProximityAward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319475219990580418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROXIMITY&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;nearness in space, time, and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. Check up on these writers! The rules are: This blog award should be sent to your favorite 8 bloggers, and they, in turn, should forward it to their fave 8. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the cream dela cream of my col-lection'. For now, check em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bon Don at &lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Who Throws A Cupcake, Honestly?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.That Girl at &lt;a href="http://sheissocrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;THAT GIRL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Islandbaby at &lt;a href="http://tropicalvoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/toy-party.html"&gt;Just My Opinion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lil' Honey at The &lt;a href="http://dahoneyspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bee Hive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mrs. Mary Mack at &lt;a href="http://6degreesofcontemplation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thought &lt;br /&gt;of an ADHD Drama Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mich at &lt;a href="http://whoismich.blogspot.com/"&gt;Who is Mich?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Peeps at &lt;a href="http://secretspinelesswhine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spinless Whine&lt;/a&gt;, cause you all know we like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last but not least: Dore GoGo at &lt;a href="http://missdoregogo.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Am Miss Dore GoGo&lt;/a&gt; She's new so hit er up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-1064243877216404682?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/bfgJJ8kKbUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/bfgJJ8kKbUw/im-so-awarded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SdKSh18IDMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9fTYVw0c-o0/s72-c/ProximityAward.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-awarded.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-2497752841670622494</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T16:29:45.268-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Entertainment and I</category><title>Come'on You Scardey Cats..</title><description>There is a new super entirely scary movie out and I want to go see it! Its called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hauntinginconnecticut.com/"&gt;The Haunting in Conneticut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRJA3lN0xCQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRJA3lN0xCQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absoultly LOVE scary movies, and pretty much can handle anything. One of my favorite movies is simply called DEAD. Just a typical zombie flick. But the really eerie haunted ghost ones are always the most hair raising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called all my movie buddy friends up and said, "Hey, lets go watch Haunting in Connecticut this Friday!".. One of my friends said, "No way man! I want to get some sleep tonight!". I'm like ahhh, phooie! Sleep later, be scared toooniight! Another friend just looked at me and rolled her eyes, I didn't even get a verbal no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so scary about scary movies? lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when The Ring first came out, that kinda scared me when I went home. I couldn't look at a blank TV screen for a few weeks..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/strong&gt; is damn near deemed as the ULTIMATE scrary flick. Which is it pretty scary, but some parts of it was almost comical. I grew up deeply in religion and faith and I think why those kind of movies always appeal is because they're spirtually scary which you were taught to stay away from. I still know people who haven't seen it. It's all what your perceptions and beliefs are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sc0-L8Cq-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rcMlVGwZgLc/s1600-h/200px-Dawn_of_the_Dead_2004_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sc0-L8Cq-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rcMlVGwZgLc/s320/200px-Dawn_of_the_Dead_2004_movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317975109811238994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another that I really thought was good was the 2004 remake of &lt;strong&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; If you haven't checked that one out, then it's a Netflix rental for sure. The orginal one from the 70's is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good ones that aren't so scary are: The Others: with Nicole Kidman, I AM LEDGEND: with Will Smith, The Grudge, or any Nightmare on Elm St's with Freddie. Maybe when I was a kid he had me, but he's old news now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some top list of the ScArIeSt Horror Flicks to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/gallery/top_50_scary_movies?pg=50"&gt;Boston.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/100-top-horror-movies.html"&gt;BHM Updated 2009 List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Time-Scary-Movie-List/lm/2LWTGW2L76QEN"&gt;Amazon's Scaries List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Genres/Horror/average-vote"&gt;The Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt; (IMDb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-2497752841670622494?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/JbXYvcMuCwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/JbXYvcMuCwA/comeon-you-scardey-cats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sc0-L8Cq-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rcMlVGwZgLc/s72-c/200px-Dawn_of_the_Dead_2004_movie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/comeon-you-scardey-cats.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-5873702904211460156</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T16:45:05.161-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FOOOOD (Cookie Monster Sound)</category><title>What's For Dinner?</title><description>I'm so hungry right now. It's Monday the start of a new work week and of course I had a shitty day, which of course has me debating: Do I order out? Or cook a home cooked meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the home cooked meal, I can have left overs. Ordering out is dinner for tonight, and lunch for tomorrow. Plus more fating. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this recession talk, and money spending schpiel its probably better I consider some saving and cook like a real wife should. I really do love it, but everything takes SOOO LONG. Like I want to cook meatloaf, with whole green beans, sweet potatoes, and sweet corn on the cob. But I have to go buy it, prep it, cook it, bake for 45, then eat at 9:00pm. How do you cooks do it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat boxed meals like Hamburger Helper, they are good, but the sodium is to die for, literally and I have high blood pressure. =0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do? Got any good quick : fresh : easy dinner suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably just stick it to time, and make something I know I'll like, like:&lt;br /&gt;Shepperd's Pie! It's not too super long, but it's casserole-y and thrown together. Add it with a salad and call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000216easy_shepherds_pie.php"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; I found: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Scf_3TGXL3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/B5VHsY36Zgo/s1600-h/shepherds-pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Scf_3TGXL3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/B5VHsY36Zgo/s320/shepherds-pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316499210619006834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-5873702904211460156?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/zSvyn8-YDyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/zSvyn8-YDyI/whats-for-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Scf_3TGXL3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/B5VHsY36Zgo/s72-c/shepherds-pie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-for-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-39104850970000999</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T15:38:38.990-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live to Work</category><title>Just Shoot Me Now.. Please</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ScP-jdOpLYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PX7vhPyyFjw/s1600-h/mba0332l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ScP-jdOpLYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PX7vhPyyFjw/s320/mba0332l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315371870322240898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been totally gone from my blog, because my "thank god I have a job" job, is driving me entirely up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed isn't even the a word for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for the same company for 7 years in July, but lately I've been starting to think.. Why am I even here? ( O, because the economy is shit, and it'll be like hell to find a new one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss has bit off more than she could chew and it all blew up in her face and scattered to my desk and another co-workers desk recently. She's a control freak who likes to handle EVERYTHING in a 4 1/2 person job. When people do that what does that mean? SOMETHING ISN'T BEING DONE. So after a lecture from our big boss to my boss, things are starting to run a little smoother. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the extra work and long hours, we also have a 50 year old part-timer who doesn't do SHIT but TALK, COMPLAIN, LAUGH, LOOK UP KNITTING SHIT, TALK, BOTHER ME FOR A SEC (to make it look like she's working)THEN TALK SOME MORE. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have good hair I swear I would pull it out! Freakin part-timers.. &lt;~~::mumbling:: Just stay home or go back to your fancy house, rich, still got all your 401K husband, and leave the worker slaves be, cause really, your not helping anything. Just making me more angrier actually.. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today's Friday and I took a deep breath. If I had it I'd roll up a phattie, bake my oatmeal raisin bars and call it a nite. BUT instead, I'm off of work early, I cleaned up the crib, bought a bottle of some Batasiolo Moscato D'Asti, a couple Red Box flicks and invited a couple homegurls over to soothe my aching brain. Ya know a couple of laughs, some drinks, and comfy house shoes will always do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then invite hubs to soothe something else later. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey whatever I need to make this the most anti-stress filled weekend I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-39104850970000999?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/H_yubAjfSZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/H_yubAjfSZM/just-shoot-me-now-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/ScP-jdOpLYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PX7vhPyyFjw/s72-c/mba0332l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-shoot-me-now-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-8490723345427393040</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T15:30:51.756-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Entertainment and I</category><title>What Are You Watching?</title><description>Other than making time to knit for all my winter gifts, and stimulate by reading the next romance- drama- thriller, I also have to make time to get my TV in. 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&lt;br /&gt;Lately, before fall majority of the shows were kinda null, and boring now a whooole slore of shows are on now.. I can't keep up.. 
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&lt;br /&gt;All my co-workers are &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index?pn=index"&gt;LOST&lt;/a&gt; junkies. Now it really is a good show, but if you miss a few seasons, boy do you really get LOST. I tried to catch back on with the little last season review, but still, too LOST.
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&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get enough of &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;br /&gt;I know lately I've been watching re-runds, but it really is a different humor that's HILARIOUS.. and if you really work in a office then you can really under stand some of that get- on - your - nerves crap!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Medium/"&gt;Medium&lt;/a&gt; with Paticia Arquette is a pretty good show, I don't think it will last long because the premise is getting kinda old with her waking up every night because she dreamt pieces of a murder in her sleep. BUT its a pretty good show, and what I LOVE about it is she's a little thickie with some curves and she has this handsome tall Aussie/Brit whatever he is husband who is great to her! When do you ever see that on TV!? Usually it's the heavy set, egotistical, rude husband with a super thin housewife.. ex: "According to Jim" or "King of Queens" (which are both great shows, but nice to see an beautiful average working mom, with a hot ass husband!)
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/everybody-hates-chris"&gt;Everybody Hates Chris&lt;/a&gt;! OMG, can you say so funny! The last episode had me bustin at the seams, only because me and hubs was going through the same thing. I've been on a diet, so that means HE is on a diet, but not by choice.. I just cook less so I don't have more around to eat.. and Chris's mom ( PAM from MARTIN) was doing the same thing.. "Shakes, anyone!?"
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&lt;br /&gt;HBO's &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/eastboundanddown/"&gt;Eastbound &amp; Down&lt;/a&gt; is my husband's show that he has me watching while taking up the TV time. It is kinda funny. This dude though is so mean, and RUDE that I get tired of it, but it's written by Will Ferrell, so you know there has to be some laughs in there somewhere.
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&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it's silly, but HBO's &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/conchords/"&gt;Flight of the Concord&lt;/a&gt; has us rolling.. These English guys do music parodies of their own while tying it to whatever topic their talking about, but the music they do is sooo funny. Sometimes they do R&amp;B like a straight slow jam and its so funny cause it sounds pretty good.. check out what thier about.. 
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-8490723345427393040?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/pKs2ldnQULs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/pKs2ldnQULs/what-are-you-watching.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/SbGBwhgTyOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f9_XX9UP0Z0/s72-c/P7260001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-are-you-watching.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-837126054570632651.post-2508313601881213364</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T08:50:52.062-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life is but a Dream</category><title>Crotch Rocket Anyone?</title><description>Can you imagine it? It's summer time, the warm air blazes through the vents of your jacket. The sun glistens and sparkles on the shiny chrome. Birds chirping, flying with you in the sky..and gas like $15 a tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaa! I want to buy a bike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've always adored motorcycles and crotch rockets, but never really wanted to get one because I didn't want to be selfish to my husband, but WHO CARES! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any kids, the weather is about to look right, and I can save alllooott of money on driving my big ass boat around!.. Ok, I wouldn't like ride everyday to work or anything, it would probably be just for nice days and good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sa7ro397N9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bp7QE5V5EaA/s1600-h/2006-Honda-Interceptora-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sa7ro397N9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bp7QE5V5EaA/s320/2006-Honda-Interceptora-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309440098167371730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Honda Street bikes, Harley's and Choppers are cool, but are not my style. I would want an all black one, then everything I wore would match with it..LOL&lt;br /&gt;(I'm such a girlie girl) I would want a super cool helmet that I would always absolutely wear, and super cool gloves and jacket. I wouldn't do the whole leather looking suite thing unless I was doing some MOTOCROSS! (which that is pretty fun too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad has a bike, it's chromed &amp; studded out. He added some saddle bags on the side, and a couple sound enhancers. He was in a bike club in Seattle for awhile, but learned after it was like a fraternity for 40 + men he got out. All he wanted to do was ride. Me tooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully i'll be able to get my big booty on one soon, before responsibility hits and the thrill is gone. I'll make sure to post some crotch rockin pics if so! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/837126054570632651-2508313601881213364?l=shebloggz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SheBloggs/~4/iy33gDsQce8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SheBloggs/~3/iy33gDsQce8/croch-rocket-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SheBloggs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sXfqQA9D6CE/Sa7ro397N9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/bp7QE5V5EaA/s72-c/2006-Honda-Interceptora-small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://shebloggz.blogspot.com/2009/03/croch-rocket-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

