<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210</id><updated>2024-11-08T10:36:03.969-05:00</updated><category term="A time to kill"/><category term="adorable"/><category term="babies"/><category term="break-up"/><category term="cats"/><category term="coins"/><category term="eye for an eye"/><category term="females"/><category term="girls"/><category term="harm"/><category term="introduction"/><category term="kittens"/><category term="love"/><category term="money"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="revenge"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="woman"/><title type='text'>She who Listens</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog directed at giving my honest opinion about music artist,their music, as well as highlighting up and coming as well as slept on artist. I do enjoy listening to music and will be very frank if you not rocking, so do not inbox me with music that is not the business.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-5127405574188742449</id><published>2012-09-30T18:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T18:13:39.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K is for Kids</title><content type='html'>I  DON’T UNDERSTAND THE HYPE ABOUT TYPING BOLD OR IN CAPS SO I THINK SINCE PEOPLE THINK I AM SO SOFT SPOKEN THAT I WILL NOW TYPE MY BLOG POST AND OTHER THINGS THAT I WRITE IN CAPS. I BELIEVE THAT K IS FOR KIDS BECAUSE TONIGHT I HAD THE MOST INTERESTING THING SAID TO ME BY A KID.  I THINK WHAT WAS SAID TO ME IN FRONT OF ANOTHER ADULT WAS DIRECTLY SAID IN FRONT OF THE CHILD. IT’S LIKE WHERE THE HELL WOULD SHE HEAR WHAT SHE SAID UNLESS ADULTS WEREN&#39;T TALKING ABOUT IT IN FRONT OF HER.  THE COMMENT MADE ME FEEL LIKE WOW SO EVEN THOUGH A PERSON CAN BE CORDIAL TOWARDS ME YOU STILL FIND TIME TO VOICE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME TO OTHERS.  I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY A CHILD CAN MAKE WHAT AN ADULT SAYS OR IS SAYING SO MUCH MORE SIMPLE AND EASIER TO UNDERSTAND. I THINK I WOULD APPRECIATE ADULTS MORE IF THEY JUST SAID WHAT THEY MEAN AND MEAN WHAT THEY SAY. KIDS IN A WAY HAVE IT UNDERSTOOD BEFORE THEY EVEN KNOW THEY HAVE THAT CONCEPT. I MEAN TONIGHT I TRIED TO MAJORLY DOWN PLAY WHAT THE CHILD SAID BUT HER ADULT CARETAKER MADE A POINT TO CORRECT HER, BY TELLING HER SHE WAS RUDE FOR SAYING WHAT SHE DID. I KNOW THAT THIS LITTLE GIRL  DID NOT JUST GRAB THE CONCEPT FROM THIN AIR. PEOPLE DO NOT REALIZE HOW MUCH CHILDREN PICK UP ON WHAT THEIR LISTENING TO. I WAS TOTALLY SHOCKED AND TAKEN BACK BY THE COMMENT AND JUST WITNESSING OTHER INSTANCES WHERE CHILDREN HAVE REPEATED SOMETHING THEY HEARD HAS SHOWN ME THAT WHENEVER THE GOOD LORD BLESSES ME WITH KIDS I WILL BE NOT ONLY MINDFUL OF WHAT I ALLOW THEM TO SEE AND HEAR BUT MINDFUL OF WHAT  I SAY AROUND THEM. I DO NOT FAULT THE CHILD FOR HER BEING INNOCENT AND WILL TAKE THAT LITTLE GIRLS REQUEST TO HEART. I NOW KNOW THAT I HAVE TO BE THE EXAMPLE THAT MY KIDS WILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO SAY THEY LOOK UP TOO. WITH THAT ALL OFF MY CHEST I FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE SITUATION AND HOPE ANYONE THAT READS THIS GETS SOMETHING OUT OF IT.
CANDY AND HEARTS
STAY SWEET AND LOVED
TREE
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5127405574188742449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2012/09/k-is-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5127405574188742449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5127405574188742449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2012/09/k-is-for-kids.html' title='K is for Kids'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-1411197512731533624</id><published>2011-04-24T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:49:21.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I wake up in a psychiatric ward together. Using 4 words, what would you say to me? Note: And If you comment, you must copy and ask others, so I may comment on yours as well.. Be a good sport and play along... 4 words isn&amp;#39;t easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeText&quot;&gt;You and I wake up in a psychiatric ward together. Using 4 words, what would you say to me? Note: And If you comment, you must copy and ask others, so I may comment on yours as well.. Be a good sport and play along... 4 words isn&#39;t easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeFooter&quot;&gt;    Answer &lt;a href=&quot;http://4ms.me/hBIyVz&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/1411197512731533624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-and-i-wake-up-in-psychiatric-ward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/1411197512731533624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/1411197512731533624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-and-i-wake-up-in-psychiatric-ward.html' title='You and I wake up in a psychiatric ward together. Using 4 words, what would you say to me? Note: And If you comment, you must copy and ask others, so I may comment on yours as well.. Be a good sport and play along... 4 words isn&amp;#39;t easy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-478806458427180282</id><published>2011-04-24T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:49:07.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask and you shall receive... &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/478806458427180282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/478806458427180282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/478806458427180282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme_24.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-8485412982432228139</id><published>2011-04-24T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:49:00.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask and you shall receive... &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/8485412982432228139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/8485412982432228139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/8485412982432228139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-8612933362705627836</id><published>2011-03-31T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:55:03.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask and you shall receive... &lt;a href=&quot;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://formspring.me/TreeWorks&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/8612933362705627836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/8612933362705627836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/8612933362705627836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2011/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-6932709248462162822</id><published>2010-08-27T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:42:48.517-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adorable"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kittens"/><title type='text'>Meet the Newest Additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFIP6OEnYXvOCMELZwq-My3qOzX7dFRyd71rrzEIfPY_BVK7TPz9COia3BKDkYbCM8Upk5rKfrc1gzWwsGvyL-MIZI2RGaPXxH7UjLtm3F_NrrbU37IcJzA_XuAeKHYLDNQYeRNtpA8Tc/s320/08271328.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510165665528848354&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ok So I never mentioned my second baby cat that I have loved as a pet and I really do not deal with animals but it is something about kittens. As far as I could remember we had cats the first cat that I had that was all mine was Walker, but I secretly think some &quot;unknown&quot; group of people ate him. But after him, years would go by before I would have another baby cat. When Chewy came into my life he captured my heart. I will do another post on him later on I just wanted to share that before I show you two of the cutest baby cats ever after my love Chewy. Meet White Supremacy and Black Panther Party. They are so adorable. 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The reason for this post is to discuss the topic of revenge.If a person does any thing that I consider &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;elementary acts of fuckery&lt;/span&gt; as people we usually seek out revenge to teach the perpetrator of the bullshit a lesson but have we ever considered the involuntary revenge that is forever embedded within the brain cell walls that literally cause headaches and sleepless nights.I am talking about the revenge after a woman has been raped and she has clearly seen the assailants face, or the revenge when a love one has been murdered or hurt. It&#39;s like something inside clicks and a feeling are not use to consumes you. You familiarize yourself with faces, locations and it&#39;s all involuntary being stored in your brain so one day,you&#39;ll seek for your revenge.Movies like Eye for an Eye starring Sally Field or A Time to Kill starring Samuel L. Jackson depict raw involuntary revenge not for seen until someone is brought harm. I am a strong believer in karma and have received karma and witnessed other&#39;s receive theirs.My thing is as the people we are with all the morals,values,loyalty,and other characters that make us who we are,if you would other wise do the the right thing be it by telling someone they dropped something or helping a struggling person carry something at work.You would normally not have the sudden urge to kill someone but I do believe everyone is capable of killing,it&#39;s just the process of finding what makes a person tick. I want honest comments and opinions about this issue.I was just sitting around talking to friends and my sister, and we got on the topic of current and past hood fights they had or we had seen. A grown ass man twenty-five years of age told my fifteen year old niece he was going to slap the shit out of her. All the men that are either directly kin to her or may it be boyfriends of the woman in her immediate family all have mental pictures of the dude. They all have it made up in their minds to get at him, on their own terms. This really explains why respect is the first thing when dealing with people it&#39;s unspoken,you just know off the back &quot;You respect,me and I&#39;ll respect you.&quot; Everything is copesetic. Even your enemies deep down secretly admire how you, do what you do.Whether it be the way you hold your own or how you run your business. After reading this post if your not equally interested in the idea that mandatory involuntary revenge has never scared the shit outta of you when it came across your mind and you just wanted the thought to leave just as fast as it came. Then you are narrow minded and I seriously hope this post broadens your perspective. Remember police are human too and they maybe bad but the one&#39;s who have familes and haveto deal with telling another family heart wrenching news can relate because 9 times out of 10 they put themselves in others shoes if just for a moment. When in doubt plead self defense because I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll be dealing with a person who is already suspect to be dangerous and they would have killed you if you hadn&#39;t dealt with them yourself. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Kill or be killed.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5987401774014023633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/mandatory-involuntary-revenge-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5987401774014023633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5987401774014023633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/mandatory-involuntary-revenge-for-all.html' title='Mandatory Involuntary Revenge for All?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31AIm16tioMsj_fK4jbgHB0iRjOQHrBijAcLXcoDMZSWxYpxqyVsCIDDjhUgFQisjOus0tRsGXpRaDUhopYO5DT_CHSTd5CiHiU60hL1kzuR3YLCCsHs2sxmWI04m-LcspLZ2B__-iEI/s72-c/swine-flu-bacon-revenge.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-6499217444401663614</id><published>2010-08-27T02:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:41:13.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DSL ServiceProvider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7r5JQflQS5Bcbi7xo0IG6iwDCeOCBPZHed1lF4zufaDiFiD8rZMobBDxs22GDrY3hsWQfxavD5leq1Qqx_k_pzWLqNSxU6DlruarTde2O6_y-m6v439Hhte7zXdrlmd6uQkW2Jp0wpc/s1600/250810_kstacks1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7r5JQflQS5Bcbi7xo0IG6iwDCeOCBPZHed1lF4zufaDiFiD8rZMobBDxs22GDrY3hsWQfxavD5leq1Qqx_k_pzWLqNSxU6DlruarTde2O6_y-m6v439Hhte7zXdrlmd6uQkW2Jp0wpc/s320/250810_kstacks1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509976028288894210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I briefly got on worldstarhiphop and was just searching for the obscene, the ignorant and then just regular shit that interest me, when I came across a video with KatStacks and Soulja Boy. I didn&#39;t watch the video until today but I familiarized myself briefly with the cum catcher because like VH1 Hot Wings said you feel like you have lost brain cells after watching any of this bitch videos.So she is ghetto to say the least and has not an ounce of self respect. She represents so many words that I&#39;m trying to refrain from saying. What stacks do you have? Your clearly a dead beat mother and never once thought about how your son will feel about his mother in the future. Your jaws should be filet, dicks should easily enter and exit. If you have no respect for your self how the hell will anyone respect you. Your not even a video hoe.They get paid and some of them can say they have stacks but if u talking about the stacks of weave u use to create a bang that covers ur badger features then yes hun you have stacks, upon stacks of synthetic disguise covering your face. That&#39;s the bitch you put the paper bag over her face, then remove it to nut on her face. And she don&#39;t do broke niggas but called all the Young Money folks broke but she fucked each and every last one of them.Badger Face Kat Rat need to go eat a dick, like soulja boy was instructed to do. Because she is so fucking annoying.  Sad but true world star will continue to put ignorance like her on the internet to entertain the masses. Below is the dumb bitches twitter page just reading her status suggest how dumb she is. Her pussy lips gone quiver up and die.Shit I wouldn&#39;t be surprised if she got that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice ewwww&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CI8o0b9CZhc&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dumbness ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/ihatekatstacks&quot;&gt;Kat Stacks (iHateKatStacks) on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/6499217444401663614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/dsl-serviceprovider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/6499217444401663614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/6499217444401663614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/dsl-serviceprovider.html' title='DSL ServiceProvider'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7r5JQflQS5Bcbi7xo0IG6iwDCeOCBPZHed1lF4zufaDiFiD8rZMobBDxs22GDrY3hsWQfxavD5leq1Qqx_k_pzWLqNSxU6DlruarTde2O6_y-m6v439Hhte7zXdrlmd6uQkW2Jp0wpc/s72-c/250810_kstacks1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-2076490735346165308</id><published>2010-08-20T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:07:28.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I breathe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc-KtArYv69d_UTKJqsqaCu6BaHk4hKJ_tDO0F2ZOk7PKihSW94ewdnKXbxghhA2BooW9zZzhV0t_HjPKhnGVrxUyTfx4JVLb-OKB2_8-F2YOhUCKbTG-weCe0ee14_AZz05pvlvQOsM/s1600/inhale.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc-KtArYv69d_UTKJqsqaCu6BaHk4hKJ_tDO0F2ZOk7PKihSW94ewdnKXbxghhA2BooW9zZzhV0t_HjPKhnGVrxUyTfx4JVLb-OKB2_8-F2YOhUCKbTG-weCe0ee14_AZz05pvlvQOsM/s320/inhale.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507493438869511490&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe when the world has  sat itself on my chest and forced me to gasp?&lt;br /&gt;How do I exhale if I never can inhale?&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe knowing holding my breathe ensures, I won&#39;t miss a thing?&lt;br /&gt;How do I use my other breathing apparatus, the nose to breathe if its clogged with negativity?&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe knowing as soon as I stop holding my breathe you&#39;ll leave?&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of catching an asthma attack is present, but I can&#39;t breathe knowing the world will still go on without me.&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe when I can&#39;t enjoy the rays of the sun? while it&#39;s saying Child you can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;For God is the Alpha and Omega and if he didn&#39;t want me to breathe he wouldn&#39;t have brought me this far.&lt;br /&gt;So I inhale like a doctors order while he&#39;s checking my heartbeat and I instinctively exhale knowing. Life is Bitter Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe? Better yet how do you breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something str8 off the dome :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2076490735346165308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-i-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2076490735346165308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2076490735346165308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-i-breathe.html' title='How do I breathe?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc-KtArYv69d_UTKJqsqaCu6BaHk4hKJ_tDO0F2ZOk7PKihSW94ewdnKXbxghhA2BooW9zZzhV0t_HjPKhnGVrxUyTfx4JVLb-OKB2_8-F2YOhUCKbTG-weCe0ee14_AZz05pvlvQOsM/s72-c/inhale.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-3677796334525121913</id><published>2010-08-19T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:56:15.611-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="females"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman"/><title type='text'>Ja said Pain is Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwXw-1mJLxdAtAJHNVBAxjA_QC7Z5LNEvL2Hpz_Vo23DI52ObcB7kQYVud1pXKnwSFDvZiw57xqr8CBV3n8lJa2q96dN10sDEh7ICip6Kgo_q3X8hWli9wEzDQse9VoHbNuM9a6uPgORw/s1600/crying_woman.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwXw-1mJLxdAtAJHNVBAxjA_QC7Z5LNEvL2Hpz_Vo23DI52ObcB7kQYVud1pXKnwSFDvZiw57xqr8CBV3n8lJa2q96dN10sDEh7ICip6Kgo_q3X8hWli9wEzDQse9VoHbNuM9a6uPgORw/s320/crying_woman.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507212176265260578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming from where I&#39;m from and the friends that I have, we have all experienced life with the ups and downs of the relationships we form with others. Similar to what any other human being encounters while out in the world. Today a close friend of mine, found out that her boyfriend and the guy she just discovered she&#39;s pregnant by is cheating on her. To say I wasn&#39;t surprised is an understatement. This is one of a few girls that I always thought looked better than me, who got all the guys attention. Till this day I&#39;m well aware of the attention that these girls still get, but If I could do it all over again, I&#39;d do it the same way. Because with the attention I didn&#39;t get back from the boys I gained in the confident department to feel how I feel today. I am glad I had to find myself first before I got all that unnecessary attention, Now I&#39;m more so humble and or flattered by the gesture of a male trying to &quot;holla at me.&quot; Not to say that sometimes their pick up lines are wtf, never do it again, lines never the less I&#39;m flattered. A person whom always was the center of popularity or chosen over the best of us. Is being put to the ultimate test. I am not glad to know she is experiencing this hardship but this is a wake up to reality that dudes are dudes, are dudes and whether we as woman want to except it. they think with their dicks first and their hearts second. More often when the damage is done. Catya from this seasons bad girls club ( season 5) stated something very true in this weeks episode that &quot; Men know their worth, and as women we need to know ares.&quot; Most females don&#39;t realize that in order to have love and unconditional love they first have to love themselves. How in the heel do you expect this man to be you everything if he can&#39;t even be real with you. I am more sadden that as a female, I know on some levels how she feels. No I don&#39;t have children nor am I expecting in, but I have been deceived by a man and dropped to to rock bottom. It was not until later that I realized, how can i expect anymore of him if I&#39;m not expecting more from myself,  for myself. My feelings go with her in her time of confusion, and hurt. But we as woman must finally say no more. And  me, myself I&#39;ve done that. If with this guy it occurs I know as a woman what I need to do, because it won&#39;t be me. All these years I would have blamed myself for things that were outta my reach, my control and not my  doing. I&#39;ll know all that love that I have given myself will shelter me and have me well equipped to deal with the world as it will be presented to me when  and if it comes to an end. I am blessed to have love, but if love isn&#39;t there anymore. I will be as grateful to have met him. I want to be her friend, but I must be that person on the outside  looking in. If she need me i&#39;ll be there because everybody needs a friend. Pain is not love because love isn&#39;t suppose to hurt</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3677796334525121913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/ja-said-pain-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3677796334525121913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3677796334525121913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/ja-said-pain-is-love.html' title='Ja said Pain is Love.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwXw-1mJLxdAtAJHNVBAxjA_QC7Z5LNEvL2Hpz_Vo23DI52ObcB7kQYVud1pXKnwSFDvZiw57xqr8CBV3n8lJa2q96dN10sDEh7ICip6Kgo_q3X8hWli9wEzDQse9VoHbNuM9a6uPgORw/s72-c/crying_woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-4515349410512730705</id><published>2010-08-11T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:53:39.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catya is a Bad. B.tch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3EdORFLT3OzndZHIjfS8UANe1UMQ6JqEesdWtDedGBrJ8fTW5MN3P8WkaE8-OKvjH2XY2jTkpBtMHhIYfU1aDV52828o-9tKj1nc6w266nPsRapR86VuoVcXHh1fXQR5it1GWcIb0oc/s1600/kat-washington-home-grown-pictures-4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3EdORFLT3OzndZHIjfS8UANe1UMQ6JqEesdWtDedGBrJ8fTW5MN3P8WkaE8-OKvjH2XY2jTkpBtMHhIYfU1aDV52828o-9tKj1nc6w266nPsRapR86VuoVcXHh1fXQR5it1GWcIb0oc/s320/kat-washington-home-grown-pictures-4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507489888053262242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m usually not into following Celebs or Reality Star Folks but, this bitch is a bad bitch after my own heart. Catya is straight to the point no nosense type of female and I respect her for that. Plus her weave make me want to get some wet and wavy hair for school, try something new.She is one of two bad girls that I like out of this seasons. The other  females are childish and catty and #BGC should have considered re doing half their cast. I do like Lea next to Catya but she my thick bitch. She representing for all the Thick Ma&#39;mas out here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/4515349410512730705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/cat-washington-mscat215-on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4515349410512730705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4515349410512730705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/cat-washington-mscat215-on-twitter.html' title='Catya is a Bad. B.tch'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3EdORFLT3OzndZHIjfS8UANe1UMQ6JqEesdWtDedGBrJ8fTW5MN3P8WkaE8-OKvjH2XY2jTkpBtMHhIYfU1aDV52828o-9tKj1nc6w266nPsRapR86VuoVcXHh1fXQR5it1GWcIb0oc/s72-c/kat-washington-home-grown-pictures-4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-7773764401323402136</id><published>2010-08-11T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:29:54.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video: Its So Cold In The D: Thugs Use Ice Cream Truck To Steal Money And Bikes From Kids! &quot;Put Your Bike In The House&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh5Cl5zqlA9Moa8MBu&quot;&gt;Video: Its So Cold In The D: Thugs Use Ice Cream Truck To Steal Money And Bikes From Kids! &amp;quot;Put Your Bike In The House&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/7773764401323402136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/video-its-so-cold-in-d-thugs-use-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/7773764401323402136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/7773764401323402136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/video-its-so-cold-in-d-thugs-use-ice.html' title='Video: Its So Cold In The D: Thugs Use Ice Cream Truck To Steal Money And Bikes From Kids! &quot;Put Your Bike In The House&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-4918962909013342369</id><published>2010-08-11T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:34:04.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Leopard Lady Follow up....0_0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7K9o0ewBWY3oqH8BctoLT2pNHasXW2rmWznhmYE4VMi2pADtqzDJu_75N1eTUlQwNsYXGqmkMmr1-lbL2YFRL2jaz00PmNeS6tinRsqtcYsroMRaUs9WD2hG_zPITMJft1fysrBVPDM/s1600/07301637a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7K9o0ewBWY3oqH8BctoLT2pNHasXW2rmWznhmYE4VMi2pADtqzDJu_75N1eTUlQwNsYXGqmkMmr1-lbL2YFRL2jaz00PmNeS6tinRsqtcYsroMRaUs9WD2hG_zPITMJft1fysrBVPDM/s320/07301637a.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504253227755674370&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so I went to the dermatologist this morning and let&#39;s be mind full that the name is Advanced Dermatology and Cosmetic Surgery. They have brochures about Botox and Lipo and all that jazz,So I&#39;m under the impression that they got their shit together. They have to know something more than a regular E.R or Medical Doctor,because I&#39;m now in their office. The other two proved to be no help. The doctors there have degree&#39;s in science and crap,but when the doctor came in to examine my skin, he proceeded to tell me that some of the rough patches aren&#39;t skin but small hairs that are  raised because we as humans have the same amount of hair as monkeys have. So were primates? Hasn&#39;t this been the debate for how many years? He had lost me there, but I will say they had a nice selection of magazines. I did enjoy the Glamour magazine and have come across interesting things that I will discuss in a later posting. But as he went into the long phrased condition that I resemble but do not have,&quot;it is indeed eczema, He confirmed several times times during the visit. I knew I would never be able to repeat the names of the conditions,not to another doctor, let alone another regular person like myself. I really began to wonder does he know what the hell he talking about . I&#39;ve taken anatomy and we&#39;ve studied from the muscles to the tissues from the areas of the eye&#39;s and I have never heard something like that. Rough patches that I can visually see as rough,dry skin, is really small hairs? Get outta here! He then told me that the areas that are what I call my &quot;leopard lady spots&quot; are blemishes like those of a pimple after you pop it. ok dude I went through puberty and you didn&#39;t have the mark of Buddha in the middle of your forehead in the beginning stages of adolescents. I hadn&#39;t noticed that mark was gone until sophomore year and I believe it was faintly there. He said  they can stay for months,even years. So I conform to full shirts and changing my entire life to accommodate for a skin conditon that came out of no where? Umm the hell ever. I can&#39;t even enjoy Florida summer weather. So with all this  venting and updating going on, I want to launch a campaign for me. I want to change my climate and actually have control over these spots because they will not control me.  I am strong and a young woman here me roar. I have so much of my life ahead of me. I&#39;m not going to bow down to this obstacle, it&#39;s a hurtle that I must jump over and run to the finish line with my arms raised in triumph. I am Woman here me roar. Ready for anything. My plan is simple take me out of my comfort zone and finally do something I say and do it. I want to go someone where&#39;s cold all year and I&#39;ll be able to monitor it closely. Alaska might be in my sights. Hopeful heart and A Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip Leopard Lady</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/4918962909013342369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/chocolate-chip-leopard-lady-follow-up00.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4918962909013342369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4918962909013342369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/chocolate-chip-leopard-lady-follow-up00.html' title='Chocolate Chip Leopard Lady Follow up....0_0'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7K9o0ewBWY3oqH8BctoLT2pNHasXW2rmWznhmYE4VMi2pADtqzDJu_75N1eTUlQwNsYXGqmkMmr1-lbL2YFRL2jaz00PmNeS6tinRsqtcYsroMRaUs9WD2hG_zPITMJft1fysrBVPDM/s72-c/07301637a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-5937376440428195001</id><published>2010-08-11T04:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:03:38.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They&#39;re so much like me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGBDDjLDVfsr-YNgmEsSPZqVKG8CNUhJ2VWmJ6un2PLwdACxjaHPnCl-YvKU7UaP3f9lwZfH1HVnh4kUCok56GSZc-rEe_OwukhjMiXBLO0iJzmqjdgiW2Q03FLkeMhxDpXLRnJKbEqE/s1600/babes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGBDDjLDVfsr-YNgmEsSPZqVKG8CNUhJ2VWmJ6un2PLwdACxjaHPnCl-YvKU7UaP3f9lwZfH1HVnh4kUCok56GSZc-rEe_OwukhjMiXBLO0iJzmqjdgiW2Q03FLkeMhxDpXLRnJKbEqE/s400/babes.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504925705050778802&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it&#39;s more than necessary to hit again on being a role model to the generation after mine because where I&#39;m at in my life, I know there are no do overs in life. The instance where you say &quot; I&#39;ll never go through that,or my family will never go through that.&quot; I still believe in never say never. The  relevance of that statement proved more than true and it struck home with me. My mind is literally in a million different directions. Part of me is excited to be going out with my boyfriend later tonight and another part of me can&#39;t help but be on this dermatologist appointment I have later this morning. Yes later this morning with that being said what else could have my mind racing at 4:30 in the morning you ask? Nothing but the fact that my fifteen year old niece is pregnant.I&#39;m more so disappointed in her  then mad while my sister,her mom is blaming herself. I have expressed how you can not beat yourself up about it. It isn&#39;t like she hadn&#39;t explained the consequences of your actions when you dibble and dabble in adult things. I think more so in their generation they don&#39;t get that teen pregnancy, aids and many other std&#39;s are real and it seems like it takes for them to experience them to get the big picture. I have three nieces and a nephew ages 8, 15,16,17 and not to mention a two year old God daughter. I feel its my duty as their 20 year old aunt to give them the do&#39;s and don&#39;ts just as their parents have and its up to them whether they want to take that advice. I believe babies are blessings and out of this slip up something remarkable will occur and not so much for our family but for her. The transformation from childhood to adulthood has occurred whether she wanted it to or not an her and mini daddy have to if they don&#39;t already realize that a baby is a big  responsibility, and how well you take care of that baby tell&#39;s exactly what type of people and parents you are. Never mind how their parents raised them or if they didn&#39;t see one parent more than the other. They must take this lesson and not only apply what life was training them for but to learn from it. I see so many young girls not even my age with four kids and I&#39;m like &quot; what the hell,are you serious.&quot; It&#39;s really becoming a epidemic in our society today Babies having Babies and as a young aunt I know they look up to me whether they want to admit it or not. I am a role model but this makes me think was I a good one, No I don&#39;t have kids,yes I have sex,yes i smoke and drink occasionally but not once do I ever say you guys do it its cool. Because I know better than that. They know I tell them to not do as me I&#39;m my own person and it&#39;s ultimately up to me to make a change don&#39;t walk in the same path as me,in life we are made different so we can be individuals. You make your path with choices and I&#39;m gracious and thankful  that the choices I made and didn&#39;t make saved me from a similar path. I am thankful for blogs so I can voice my opinion. The aspirations that my mother had for me and my sisters and the one&#39;s they now have for their kids, I too share in I want mine to be better than me. And exceed me but still be proud that someone came before them so they could prove others wrong. I pray and hope that she is able to get where she needs to be and that  this lesson is learned and not repeated by her or the other three. I am a Role Model... Here Me Roar!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/5937376440428195001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/theyre-so-much-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5937376440428195001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/5937376440428195001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/08/theyre-so-much-like-me.html' title='They&#39;re so much like me...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGBDDjLDVfsr-YNgmEsSPZqVKG8CNUhJ2VWmJ6un2PLwdACxjaHPnCl-YvKU7UaP3f9lwZfH1HVnh4kUCok56GSZc-rEe_OwukhjMiXBLO0iJzmqjdgiW2Q03FLkeMhxDpXLRnJKbEqE/s72-c/babes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-4317631347145571397</id><published>2010-07-30T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:22:53.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Leopard Lady !!!</title><content type='html'>I have severe eczema,it&#39;s so bad now I call myself the human chocolate chip leopard girl. Nothing seems to work and no one has helped or seems to know how to help. The doctors really think we as humans were put on the earth to be their human form guinea pigs. I feel like my family thinks it somewhat is a joke but it affects my entire life.And the one&#39;s who notice it but don&#39;t say anything I know what their thinking &quot;Whats wrong with her?&quot; but they don&#39;t ask and quite frankly I don&#39;t wanna talk about it. I&#39;m 20 years old and have my whole life ahead of me but I feel like this condition is hindering me. I have tried almost everything and the itch relief oral meds I take are becoming worhless I need help,I&#39;m tired of crying myself to sleep, hoping and praying for help. Is there anyone out there that can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I&#39;m desperate now. I&#39;ve read online about mother&#39;s curing their children or medicines that people have raved about while other&#39;s rated the product a complete fail. I don&#39;t want people to feel sorry for me nor do I want to walk around with the constant reminder that its the summer and I can&#39;t enjoy it and not by choice but because people in todays society are so ignorant that I don&#39;t feel comfortable outside my house and even at home.I feel out of place. I get really upset when my sister talks about a few heat bumps she finds and how they have gone away but I don&#39;t care because every time I look in the mirror I get reminded that mine isn&#39;t going away. It&#39;s to the point that I don&#39;t look in the mirror often unless needed to. My boyfriend for some reason sticks by my side and I am forever grateful for him. I honestly don&#39;t know where I would be without him. When my own mother told me your lucky most dudes wouldn&#39;t have stuck around,He&#39;s a good guy. I fell into a funk about the comment because I know how right she is. He tells me I&#39;m beautiful regardless of how I feel about myself and I can&#39;t fathom why he remains. I&#39;m teary eyed as I write this. I don&#39;t think there&#39;s anyone that fully understands the severity. All those years of building up confidence to be faced with the biggest confidence ever, my physical appearance. Iv&#39;e looked for Dermatologist that would be willing to help me but there all not in to that type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And like most people I know service requires money but Why do lawyers go probono when the court case is severe, my skin is severe but then again, I would just be subjecting myself to be that human guinea pig that I refuse to be. What they test on you could potentially be the end of it all. So no they can&#39;t test products and cremes in hopes that it will work. I&#39;m looking for either it will or will not work not a probably. Felt good to finally get all that off my mind. Hopefully Someone reads it and gives me the comfort I only receive from Him.I thank God everyday for this amazing guy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/4317631347145571397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-chip-leopard-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4317631347145571397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4317631347145571397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-chip-leopard-lady.html' title='Chocolate Chip Leopard Lady !!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-1372927769600947928</id><published>2010-07-22T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:49:27.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather 1H Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITys9vlWGAtxZdUz_G_pJmX7K9qXjQmjxv_Z2JQ0vaBme0HfOcFfwexuBfHIWIHHT9nOFTudiuI1n9QfQSsh_pMCVghkO4xdvS3c5y2PT5Q_71pDu6MdhwBZghKmpDFCdti2M9TvZpMw/s1600/l_96cbfbb0ded849acb4d3b082aa6a4b94.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITys9vlWGAtxZdUz_G_pJmX7K9qXjQmjxv_Z2JQ0vaBme0HfOcFfwexuBfHIWIHHT9nOFTudiuI1n9QfQSsh_pMCVghkO4xdvS3c5y2PT5Q_71pDu6MdhwBZghKmpDFCdti2M9TvZpMw/s320/l_96cbfbb0ded849acb4d3b082aa6a4b94.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507488803569049666&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say ma fie she is. I know if anyone is from the Tampa Bay area or surrounding areas you may or may not know who she is but she is a Rising female rapper, who has undeniable talent. She has a song currently available on myxer.com as a ringtone ddownload titles I Don&#39;t Do You. &quot;I Dont Do You&quot; is a raw uncut ode to females who you once were cool with but for whatever the reason is you two aren&#39;t friends. The song puts any flaw females out on blast and gives you the raunchy realness of a female rapper. But before she released that song I had already heard and started putting other&#39;s on to Ms.1H. Two songs in particular that stick out is &quot;Spend Life With&quot; and &quot;Shit Str8&quot;, both songs show her amazing ability to rhyme and keep shit 100. If you ain&#39;t heard of her you sleep but I&#39;m here to wake you. For any women who can relate to scandalous women trying to claim a man you clearly know is yours,or if it&#39;s clear that everybody know you got your shit str8.1H is the artist to check out,put her in the car and vibe all day,got any type of music player put her on your playlist cause lil mama got her shit str8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further information on Ms. Heather Marie check her out at her official music page http://www.myspace.com/heathermarie727 or follow her on twitter.com/HeatherMarie727</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/1372927769600947928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/heather-1h-marie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/1372927769600947928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/1372927769600947928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/heather-1h-marie.html' title='Heather 1H Marie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITys9vlWGAtxZdUz_G_pJmX7K9qXjQmjxv_Z2JQ0vaBme0HfOcFfwexuBfHIWIHHT9nOFTudiuI1n9QfQSsh_pMCVghkO4xdvS3c5y2PT5Q_71pDu6MdhwBZghKmpDFCdti2M9TvZpMw/s72-c/l_96cbfbb0ded849acb4d3b082aa6a4b94.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-3776109103582911308</id><published>2010-07-22T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:38:35.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Addict!!</title><content type='html'>So I&#39;m completely a music junky and I feed my addiction with my ipod which up until recently worked fine but now I find myself singing more to myself than anyone in particular. I am the self proclaimed walking ipod and whether sad, happy, excited,mad,sleep I listen to music. I&#39;ve decided to do weekly blog post on either up and coming artist or well known and liked artist who either have new music out or songs that are worth sharing with others. I find myself having a song months in advance of it being known by others knowing the song and when it drops,It&#39;s old to me. I know alot of people who aren&#39;t singers,rappers,instrument players, songwriters, or producers that appreciate good music. Music makes the world go around, hope you didn&#39;t think the axis did all the work. But be prepared to be amazed, intrigued and astonished by the music i listen to and how it make&#39;s me feel. You never know you might already like or you may fall in love with the song on the spot. I won&#39;t post anything that I don&#39;t find interesting. Anyone who reads and appreciates music feel free to recommend songs for me to check out and I&#39;ll post a blog or video on my reaction to the song. Let&#39;s make this a cool experiance that I hope alot of people can relate to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3776109103582911308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3776109103582911308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3776109103582911308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-addict.html' title='Music Addict!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-2579020360876399420</id><published>2010-07-19T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:05:56.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RxMyApQeVld2hqfJMeNXH4lS3y0Gr84N-x9R3k4Zjq3tE8FDvF_GD8yJSiYwciwN8OsSg_qYAt9vbZk3t2nJhJlWK5RHQQCLWGP0yhaLqlanPd3zOfPvTkN3fBGGLoF6YhferwQKqKs/s1600/babies-making-babies.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RxMyApQeVld2hqfJMeNXH4lS3y0Gr84N-x9R3k4Zjq3tE8FDvF_GD8yJSiYwciwN8OsSg_qYAt9vbZk3t2nJhJlWK5RHQQCLWGP0yhaLqlanPd3zOfPvTkN3fBGGLoF6YhferwQKqKs/s320/babies-making-babies.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781580567179202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of that Times Magazine was from 1985 covering the epidemic in teenage pregnancy. After years of turning this around, it&#39;s on the rise again, along with the rate of deadly STDs among children because of policies of the Bush Administration.(Btx3&#39;s Blog http://btx3.wordpress.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to why media portrays teenage pregnancy, which was once Taboo, as a common practice. Shows like, The Secret Life of An American Teenager, 16 and Pregnant, Teen Moms, Maury, and other broad casted shows that are produced to highlight the ultimate consequences of sex a long with STDs tailing right behind the epidemic. Why are television networks parading the issue, showing the trials and tribulations of teenage mother&#39;s, who usually end up single parents or showing how selfish some teenage parents can be while others are self less and consider all possibilities available to deal with an unwanted pregnancy. Even within our own communities whether it be a low, middle, or high class family they all deal with son&#39;s daughters, nieces, nephew&#39;s who one day will be parents much sooner than later and must come together as a family, usually as depicted in fictitious shows,the parents are so understanding and show no real anger towards the situation. In real life we all know how it goes and how parents truly react.I do applaud secret life for ending and cutting between their episodes to inform teenagers, as well as parents the importance of the sex talk. In todays society, it is more than important to start informing children as young as elementary age children the dangers behind sex. They too get pregnant even as young as ten and i find it more informative if sex education is offered before middle school and parents take advantage of the classes added. No Longer is Teenage Mother&#39;s as taboo as they had been back in 1985 but if Britney Spears sister or Bristol Palin can be glossed upon magazines announcing the births of their children. I&#39;m so proud that I have gotten out of the age group to be considered, what so many of my friends became at young ages. Teenage Mothers are still in our countries future, Look OUT World.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2579020360876399420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/mommy-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2579020360876399420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2579020360876399420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RxMyApQeVld2hqfJMeNXH4lS3y0Gr84N-x9R3k4Zjq3tE8FDvF_GD8yJSiYwciwN8OsSg_qYAt9vbZk3t2nJhJlWK5RHQQCLWGP0yhaLqlanPd3zOfPvTkN3fBGGLoF6YhferwQKqKs/s72-c/babies-making-babies.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-2301935655714296984</id><published>2010-07-16T20:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:45:01.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pick good green.</title><content type='html'>First and foremost you don&#39;t wanna be in a situation where you smoking and the green is how would we say it in Florida [garbage,boo boo, or anything that describes bad weed. You want to establish a good enough bond with your weed man that if it is garbage,he would at least tell you.No there not obligated to do so but some of them be cool enough to tell you when it&#39;s fire and when its not.When you get your sack you sniff like a basset hound in the woods because your nose knows. The quality can also be visable to the eye and if it look like some dead grass outta your front yard the crap is garbage and want do much but give you a serious head-ache. You can also taste when it not grade &lt;br /&gt;A it leaves a taste you will only know as bad green.The stronger the scent that makes you turn your head in public when you smell it coming from someone, then you sir or ma&#39;am have yourself some good green and should smoke lovely and good.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2301935655714296984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-pick-good-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2301935655714296984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2301935655714296984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-pick-good-green.html' title='How to pick good green.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-4657834731934717155</id><published>2010-06-19T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:37:27.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Security for th Moola</title><content type='html'>So I went to Hard Rock Casino and not only pissed my boyfriend off in little to no time because to him &quot;I waste money&quot; shit it&#39;s not  really an issue when you have it, it&#39;s when you can&#39;t afford to go because you have no money. So shit I had fun. I wasted bout $42.00 but it was all worth it. I actually can&#39;t wait to train for my Vegas casino run for my 21st birthday. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Immma&lt;/span&gt; stunt so hard that day and be drunk but classy and cute as  I&#39;m doing it. but &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;anywoo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; usually never really mentally on the things &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; going on around me. I&#39;m usually trying to remember to remember something or I&#39;m singing a song so many songs ... :) so they already guard the money as they sweep the floor for the machine&#39;s but the money train it self was already gone. I hate crowed places and the casino is full of every race, creed, background, religion it&#39;s the first place ever I&#39;ve seen almost a complete replica of the Tower of Babble when all the people got placed in their subgroups. but the crowds look full on one side so I relocate. So I see there is hardly any people walking through the middle row but I see people inside the machine&#39;s first thing that c&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;omes&lt;/span&gt; to my mind is don&#39;t use those machines [mental note] their broke. Yet I hear yelling and then realize its coming towards me and my bf &#39;s like you can&#39;t walk that way they getting the money out. Look hell no I wasn&#39;t worried about whatever they were doing I just wanted to go win some monies. If it&#39;s such a big deal block off the area, because there are people who go through their lives not giving two shits about the outside world, besides the shit that&#39;s self conscious the rest that we make up and do for ourselves. A rope anything will help,but don&#39;t get mad &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you guys have sloppy as security methods and If you ask me getting the money outta machines is a bitch job, yo yell at me when you handling one of those tables &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;patna&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; at Hard Rock.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/4657834731934717155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/security-for-th-moola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4657834731934717155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4657834731934717155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/security-for-th-moola.html' title='Security for th Moola'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-2957426725725522010</id><published>2010-06-17T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:58:38.871-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coins"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><title type='text'>More Savings Please</title><content type='html'>Shopping has been since I can remember the haven for getting all frustrations and stress out. Recently  I applied for a J.C Penny credit card, got approved, had my Coochie Mate Dos perturbed that I received a $700 limit, while when she applied way back when she was only given  $500 limit. So since I&#39;ve had the card I had yet to use it on myself. [bad habit] something i need to work on immediately,thinking of other&#39;s and not so much msyself. but anyways its like everytime I go to use it their having major sales and I mean good one&#39;s 30% to like 80% off on stuff... GOOD stuff. I didn&#39;t discover how much of their merchandise I could really fit until I last went to vent at the mall but hell I made a killing the day I went and got more clothes and a pair of shoes then I had ever done before shopping for me. I did better than my own mother would have back in the day when she use to buy my clothes. I felt so accomplished and it&#39;s great to be building up my credit at such the appropriate age. They really need to think of renaming  it a coin more becoming of it. a penny isn&#39;t worth much but a half dollar whoa man ... your cool. Susan B Anthony has graced her silver milk maid dressed ass on my baby picture sense I can remember and she still not worth much but im sitting on her ass with my new j C P gear waiting on her to be worth a great deal. When will money change?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/2957426725725522010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-savings-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2957426725725522010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/2957426725725522010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-savings-please.html' title='More Savings Please'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-4675653797256569643</id><published>2010-06-17T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:07:51.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Pissy Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinaCwBPdnVNuXBj-Lp0bA9bxcU-p7z6CWLWyC9T9SyCYIT_upW_9uBPpBnOqZh0KjoMIw6f7Z7qge0NEtFTWisgVXBSvGlVKQ0UBD69222shtFr4hDGfqSJ9taaL_pB1GymgrEmCNk7Po/s1600/miss+pissy+pussy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinaCwBPdnVNuXBj-Lp0bA9bxcU-p7z6CWLWyC9T9SyCYIT_upW_9uBPpBnOqZh0KjoMIw6f7Z7qge0NEtFTWisgVXBSvGlVKQ0UBD69222shtFr4hDGfqSJ9taaL_pB1GymgrEmCNk7Po/s320/miss+pissy+pussy.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483821372661991682&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who have that one drunk friend that you literally have to pry the liquor from there hands. I&#39; m taking the time to salute the miss pissy pussys, all the times you song slurred rap songs while everyone laughed at you not with you. This blog by me is for you, Thank you for being oto drunk to wanna eat so, my munchies conquered the snack pantry that night. Thank you for getting us kicked outta parties, and the occassional club because no one like&#39;s sweaty male shirts and sweaty swinging female locks. [ewwww] For the times you weren&#39;t just pissy but full of last nights munch attack snacks and decided you wanted me to hold ur hair while you puked up your guts. Just thought i share the idea of that one drunk friend that seem to pee more even after the drinks stopped pouring and remembered less in the morning. To all the random hook up we had to explain to you because you were to plastered to care. We love our pissy pussy friends even if they weren&#39;t lady like majority of the time. &lt;div&gt;To Miss Pissy Pussy may your cup continue to runneth over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/4675653797256569643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-pissy-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4675653797256569643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/4675653797256569643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-pissy-pussy.html' title='Miss Pissy Pussy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinaCwBPdnVNuXBj-Lp0bA9bxcU-p7z6CWLWyC9T9SyCYIT_upW_9uBPpBnOqZh0KjoMIw6f7Z7qge0NEtFTWisgVXBSvGlVKQ0UBD69222shtFr4hDGfqSJ9taaL_pB1GymgrEmCNk7Po/s72-c/miss+pissy+pussy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468495168318562210.post-3616935399918650323</id><published>2010-06-17T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:05:32.262-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introduction"/><title type='text'>Welcoming Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kPsNJje6fU2NThAAl3qFJ1kUPBm9VazquRV0nkByFrdvo6Yvw_H5vIDZJ4vrdFPgPkFiACOhSyT43hUPpEBQkaE3_DCmcDU2UQKGvrvTK7Hb6CWeNGiyjYO8mrF3eTBkiNS-nNCJtVI/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kPsNJje6fU2NThAAl3qFJ1kUPBm9VazquRV0nkByFrdvo6Yvw_H5vIDZJ4vrdFPgPkFiACOhSyT43hUPpEBQkaE3_DCmcDU2UQKGvrvTK7Hb6CWeNGiyjYO8mrF3eTBkiNS-nNCJtVI/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483820770518521602&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Blogs are designed to help people stay connected to the world. Well I suppose it time for me to hop on this era of new technological news transferring,message sending, connection connecting, action. I&#39;m ready I&#39;m ready.So feliz first blog to me. viva la Realness. I&#39;m ready to captivate a few people and confuse the rest. Can&#39;t risk giving all the secrets of the world, to a bunch of anywho&#39;s . &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Yes i said secrets of the world. shhhhh! I know a few things. But we will definitely cover all that when we get there.  Toooooootalouu Motherfuckkkka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Welcome to Myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;                   a caution to the unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/feeds/3616935399918650323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcoming-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3616935399918650323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468495168318562210/posts/default/3616935399918650323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningisshe.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcoming-myself.html' title='Welcoming Myself'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kPsNJje6fU2NThAAl3qFJ1kUPBm9VazquRV0nkByFrdvo6Yvw_H5vIDZJ4vrdFPgPkFiACOhSyT43hUPpEBQkaE3_DCmcDU2UQKGvrvTK7Hb6CWeNGiyjYO8mrF3eTBkiNS-nNCJtVI/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>