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This is a friendly reminder to get out and vote. We are all aware that our senators and congressmen make our laws. It is extemely important that we exercise our right to vote in this election as we we did in the Presidential election in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Frederick Douglas says "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NO PROGRESS WITHOUT STRUGGLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" recognizing this simple statement to be true Let us all summon the spirit of PROGRESS by fighting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in the University area early voting is taking place at the University Library off W. T Harris. The dates are October 18-30 Oct 24 which is this Sunday from 1pm to 4pm. If you do not live in the university area please go to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.meckboe.org"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/www.meckboe.org&lt;/a&gt; to find where your early voting location is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm asking you to believe, not just in my ability to bring about real change in Washington…I'm asking you&lt;br /&gt;You to believe in yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BARACK OBAMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3961429698346735708?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3961429698346735708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3961429698346735708&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3961429698346735708?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3961429698346735708?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/MrZYns_y59M/passionate-politician.html" title="Passionate Politician" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2010/10/passionate-politician.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQHc4fyp7ImA9WxBQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-4802700018817518146</id><published>2010-01-14T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:19:01.937-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T13:19:01.937-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Cooking my Way</title><content type="html">Cooking as far as I can remember has been the cornerstone of many family gatherings. It is a cultural pastime that is passed down from generation to generation. There are several techniques to cooking that I have mastered over the years. From my beautiful Grandmother, Mother and many Aunts, I have learned when cooking, timing is everything especially preparing/seasoning, cooking and presentation. Adopting these skills will require attention to detail and practice for most.  For some students this transition to perfect my craft will come naturally. The following passage will illustrate how my cooking experience started, evolved and eventually became a hobby through examples and memories that will enlighten your taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eight years old, the first thing my Mother taught me was how to peel potatoes. At such a young age I thought it was the hardest thing to do. No worries my Mother came equipped with a lot of patience because she was in my place when she herself was eight years old. She explained that after washing the potato holding it firmly will prevent it from slipping because it is still wet. A wet potato she says “helps to soften the hard exterior”. This is called good preparation before boiling or baking. This is my first experience with cooking; looking back today it makes perfect sense. Cooking should be easy, fun and most importantly creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasoning before it is time to cook is being on time in my cooking world. This is another vital lesson I picked up on my journey to my favorite pass time. Seasoning your food such as Turkey, Chicken or Fish one or two days before cooking, is better because it allows the seasoning to absorb thus making the flavor more delicious. With many different spices like thyme, scallion and scotch bonnet peppers are sure to preserve the poultry before it is time to cook and feast. As an adult after having many dinner parties and events at my home, I am often told the favor of my cooking is unmatched. The presentation is also desired because it is imitated at other events held by other friends and yes some family members too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation of my cooked meals almost never goes unnoticed. It is sometimes the smallest detail that says it all. Cooking a dish with love is one thing but presenting it is like the icing on a cake that is pleasing to the eye.  It has been said that people eat with their eyes first so I always pride myself in presenting my meal so that it is appealing and desirable.  After cooking one of my favorite meats Pot Roast, I laid out my sophisticated black and white platter embroidered with leaves. I sliced the roast evenly with an electric knife, poured the thick well seasoned gravy with chopped onions, bell peppers, crushed garlic, scallion, shallots, thyme, tomatoes, scotch bonnet peppers and a dash of ginger. Before laying my Roast on the platter I lined it with fresh clean roman lettuce. I then placed the Roast on top of the lettuce in the platter and lastly garnished it with parsley flakes. Served with seasoned rice and peas with Bok Choy and carrots, it was a delicious meal to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned beforehand timing is everything in my cooking world.  From the early years until now I have come to incorporate modern technology, techniques and time management with my traditional lessons to teach my daughter as well as others how cooking my way is the easiest and the best. As time have changed for me and many other full time working moms I realized that cooking different meals on Sundays and prepping for shorter meals during the week is less time consuming and more feasible. In addition to cooking my way quality is another important ingredient. I can recall cooking for a certain special young man eight years ago not knowing it then the way to a man’s heart is indeed through his stomach. He later became my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-4802700018817518146?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/4802700018817518146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=4802700018817518146&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4802700018817518146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4802700018817518146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/BcpFTSTotKk/cooking-my-way.html" title="Cooking my Way" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooking-my-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQXk_cSp7ImA9WxNUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-6431873518108394100</id><published>2009-10-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:21:10.749-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T17:21:10.749-08:00</app:edited><title>Fab Favorites</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;, often time make us choose more than one, because we like so many things, for so many different reasons.. in fact we like them all- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't we&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this post to choose your favorite you must dig deep to find out why in each category your answer is your favorite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ask&lt;/span&gt; yourself what separates your favorite from your second and third favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My Hope is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; this exercise will challenge you not just to chose your favorite but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; your choice is your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip&lt;/span&gt;: Your answers should be as long or as short as it applies to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;- The Thorn Birds because... It enlightened me about a lot questions concerning religion vs the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Place&lt;/span&gt;- My Home because... This is where my heart is.  I find refuge here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person&lt;/span&gt;- My Mom... because I look forward to her encouragement.  She Loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;- God Don't Like Ugly...because it reminded me that there are consequences when ugly is personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;- Brown Stew Red Snapper Fish... because it taste the best.  It is healthier than most other poultry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comedy Show on TV&lt;/span&gt;- The Game...because it depicts real life events that happens in the sports industry and their private lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Reality show on TV&lt;/span&gt;- Real housewives of Atlanta...because I'm addicted to the drama they portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Actress&lt;/span&gt;- Halle Berry...because every role she plays, she captures the essence of her character weather real or fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piece of Clothing&lt;/span&gt;- Jeans...because you can dress it up or down.  It looks great on my buttocks. It never goes out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Person who Inspires me&lt;/span&gt;-Oprah...because she is straight forward.  I admire her commitment to education and children. I also love her no nonsense attitude. She also shares my zodiac sign Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt;-Is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Black &lt;/span&gt;because it is sexy, bold, beautiful, mysterious and Universal. Most people associate this color with death, evil, and darkness. I see it as peaceful and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Device&lt;/span&gt;-Can Opener...because it saved me many nights when, I get home late from work and no time to cook big meals. hooray! to that inventor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexual Position&lt;/span&gt;-On top please...because I have more control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, give me your favorites if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-6431873518108394100?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/6431873518108394100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=6431873518108394100&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/6431873518108394100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/6431873518108394100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/-5U88X-BcGw/fab-favorites.html" title="Fab Favorites" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/10/fab-favorites.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCSH4-fip7ImA9WxNWEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-8295452432649027918</id><published>2009-10-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:04:29.056-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T22:04:29.056-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Oh how I Love thee.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/StFep_qimxI/AAAAAAAAACs/l40yNoTyLMU/s1600-h/PG_500286677_TH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/StFep_qimxI/AAAAAAAAACs/l40yNoTyLMU/s400/PG_500286677_TH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194304496704274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me Shoe you the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-8295452432649027918?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/8295452432649027918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=8295452432649027918&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/8295452432649027918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/8295452432649027918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/gHO4zFBv-xE/shoe-me.html" title="Oh how I Love thee." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/StFep_qimxI/AAAAAAAAACs/l40yNoTyLMU/s72-c/PG_500286677_TH.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoe-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcERXk-eyp7ImA9WxNRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-4521681278782133436</id><published>2009-09-09T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:50:04.753-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T14:50:04.753-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>"We are the Author...</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;recieved this email and I simply had to share. For those of you who recently watched President Obama's Speech on Education. I think this email is a reenforcement of the importance of education, and not just parenting but, good parenting.  With the exception of the spiritual realm. I believe we are the author of our future, our destiny and in some cases our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he Reverend Jesse Jackson almost never gets upstaged and I had never seen the Reverend Jesse Louis Jackson cry in public until last month. Jackson invited Bill Cosby to the annual Rainbow/PUSH conference for a conversation about the controversial remarks the entertainer offered on May 17 at an NAACP dinner in Washington , D.C. When America 's Jell-O Man shook things up by arguing that African Americans were betraying the legacy of civil rights victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;osby said 'the lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for their kids. $500 sneakers for what? But they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics!'Bill Cosby came to town and upstaged the reverend by going on the offense instead of defending his earlier remarks. Thursday morning, Cosby showed no signs of repenting as he strode across the stage at the Sheraton Hotel ballroom before a standing room only crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;porting a natty gold sports coat and dark glasses, he proceeded to unload a Laundry list of black America 's self-imposed ills. The iconic actor and comedian kidded that he couldn't compete with the oratory of the Reverend but he preached circles around Jackson in their nearly hour-long conversation, delivering brutally frank one-liners and the toughest of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he enemy, he argues, is us: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is a time, ladies and gentlemen, when we have to turn the mirror around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Cosby acknowledged he wasn't critiquing all blacks, just the 50 percent of African Americans in the lower economic neighborhood who drop out of school. The alarming proportions of black men in prison and black teenage mothers. The mostly black crowd seconded him with choruses of Amens. To the critics who pose, it's unproductive to air our dirty laundry in public, he responds. "Your dirty laundry gets out of school at 2:30 every day." It's cursing on the way home, on the bus, train, in the candy store. They are cursing and grabbing each other and going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he book bag is very, very thin because there's nothing in it. Don't worry about the white man, he added. I could care less about what white people think about me. . . Let them talk. What are they saying that is so different from what their grandfathers said and did to us? What is different is what we are doing to ourselves. For those who say Cosby is just an elitist who's "got his" but doesn't understand the plight of the black poor, he reminds us that, "We're going to turn that mirror around. It's not just the poor-everybody's guilty. Cosby and Jackson lamented that in the 50th years of Brown vs. Board of Education, our failings betray our legacy. Jackson dabbed away tears as he recalled the financial struggles at Fisk University, a historically black college and Jackson 's Alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen Cosby was done, the 1,000 people in the room all jumped to their feet in ovation. We have shed tears too many times, at too many watershed moments before, while the hopes they inspired have fallen by the wayside. Not this time!...Cosby's plea to parents:"Before you get to the point where you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; can't do nothing with them , do something with them." Teach our children to speak English. There's no such thing as "talking white". When the teacher calls, show up at the school. When the idiot box starts spewing profane rap videos; turn it off. Refrain from cursing around the kids. Teach our boys that women should be cherished, not raped and demeaned. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tell them that education is a prize we won with blood and tears, not a dishonor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop making excuses for the agents and abettors of black on black crime. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It costs us nothing to do these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if we don't, it will cost us infinitely more tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e all send thousands of jokes through e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and sometimes the obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of decency is too often suppressed in the schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the Church say Amen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-4521681278782133436?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/4521681278782133436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=4521681278782133436&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4521681278782133436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4521681278782133436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/A6YaaBSohik/we-are-author.html" title="&quot;We are the Author..." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-author.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFSHw4fyp7ImA9WxJRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3413064708628126610</id><published>2009-05-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:01:59.237-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T09:01:59.237-07:00</app:edited><title>From A to Z...What comes to mind.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For each letter of the alphabet say the first word that comes to mind. Be honest! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A-pple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;B-ath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;C-apable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D-aring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E-verything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;F-riend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G-od&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-ope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I-llana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;J-umping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K-eeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L-ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M-aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;N-ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O-pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;P-rayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q-uiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R-est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S-tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;T-ake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U-nderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;V-ery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W-isdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;X-tra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y-ummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Z-ebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3413064708628126610?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3413064708628126610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3413064708628126610&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3413064708628126610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3413064708628126610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/829cUaLUwDY/from-to-zwhat-comes-to-mind.html" title="From A to Z...What comes to mind." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-to-zwhat-comes-to-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INSXk7fip7ImA9WxJRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-6308932825259089402</id><published>2009-05-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:26:38.706-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T08:26:38.706-07:00</app:edited><title>Words of Wisdom</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I had to post this message because when I read it, it touched me. So many of us look at life through tanted windows so we become judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;young couple moves into a new neighborhood.The next morning while they are eating breakfast, The young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside."That laundry is not very clean", she said."She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, The young woman would make the same comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bout one month later, the woman was surprised to see aNice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:"Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this."The husband said, "I got up early this morning andCleaned Our Windows." And so it is with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see when watching others Depends on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PURITY OF THE WINDOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; through which we look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LORD, GIVE ME A PURE &amp;amp; CLEAN HEART&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-6308932825259089402?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/6308932825259089402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=6308932825259089402&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/6308932825259089402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/6308932825259089402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/wBYOLA7hlI4/words-of-wisdom.html" title="Words of Wisdom" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-of-wisdom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQHw-fCp7ImA9WxJRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-7082509615507646345</id><published>2009-05-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:29:41.254-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T07:29:41.254-07:00</app:edited><title>The Numbers Game.....Nine to One!</title><content type="html">So, if u don't know, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9 Lasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cigarette: Yuk!!!, Don’t smoke.&lt;br /&gt;2. beverage: Minute made citrus juice.&lt;br /&gt;3. kiss: last night, when I made love to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;4. hug: Last night, from hubby and baby.&lt;br /&gt;5. movie seen: Obsessed..LoVed it!&lt;br /&gt;6. CD played: 90's Reagae hits Mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;7. song listened to: I'm in love with a man nearly twice my age.&lt;br /&gt;8. bubble bath: It's been a while, I take showers.&lt;br /&gt;9. time you cried: watching obsessed at the movie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 Have You Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dated one of your best friends: No&lt;br /&gt;2. skinny dipped: No way!&lt;br /&gt;3. kissed somebody and regretted it: Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. fallen in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. lost someone you loved: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. been depressed: Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. been drunk and threw up: No, I don't drink&lt;br /&gt;8. ran away: Yes, as a teeny bop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 States You've Been To...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. New York&lt;br /&gt;2. Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;3. Florida&lt;br /&gt;4. Georgia&lt;br /&gt;5. North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;6. Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;7. Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6 Things You Did Last Week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lotioned my tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;2. ate lunch with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. bath my daughter and prepared her for daycare.&lt;br /&gt;4. called my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;5. checked my emails.&lt;br /&gt;6. surfed the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Things In No Order...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My Daughter&lt;br /&gt;2. My blackberry&lt;br /&gt;3. My shoes all of them&lt;br /&gt;4. My Car&lt;br /&gt;5. My Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4 People You Last Talked To...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sister&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.crackaudio.com/"&gt;Dru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CrysC&lt;a href="http://defpenradio718.com/blog/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 Wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a best selling auther.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I could own my own publishing company.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish for good health, happiness and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2 Things You Want To Be When You Grow Up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Successful.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 Thing You Regret...Do you all have time?.. nah just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not following my dreams at an early age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-7082509615507646345?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/7082509615507646345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=7082509615507646345&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7082509615507646345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7082509615507646345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/dIO6J8o2RhY/play-with-me.html" title="The Numbers Game.....Nine to One!" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICSXk5fSp7ImA9WxJRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-1654776687237920469</id><published>2009-05-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:42:48.725-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T08:42:48.725-07:00</app:edited><title>I feel:</title><content type="html">That writing is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tattos are intriging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the media loves drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is hard to lose weight after baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am Sexy and Bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relationships are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love @ first sight still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That making love is for people who are "in love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was famous in another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my mother is very wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my daughter is a special gift (thank God for her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my family should have a reunion in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think I have found my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat do u feel? Tell me, I told you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-1654776687237920469?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/1654776687237920469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=1654776687237920469&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/1654776687237920469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/1654776687237920469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/vzcwIuAvMe4/i-feel.html" title="I feel:" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMRHg5eCp7ImA9WxJSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-700705632158475108</id><published>2009-04-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:54:45.620-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T14:54:45.620-07:00</app:edited><title>Sexy Saturday</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t was early Saturday morning. Sasha barely awake, thought about all the things she had to do today. Her mind was racing, as she tried to complete one thought before racing to the next. Sasha a dark skinned woman had everything going for her. She was beautiful, smart, sexy, slender in height, pretty oval eyes and a smile that can light up a Christmas tree. Sasha quickly sat up in Bed&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oh Sh*t....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she said. She forgot to take out the frozen boneless chicken breast she intended to have for dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brushing her teeth, she quickly ran down stairs to make her daily morning tea and defrost her chicken. As she sat on her chase sipping her favorite tea, she looked through her window and reminisced about her encounter with the gorgeous guy she met at The Spot last night. The Spot is a new night club that opened down town Chicago last week. Her memory was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Hello....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she said. On the other end was a deep, strong, sexy voice that was magnetic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Hey Sasha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the voice said. It was Brian from The Spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly gathered her thoughts as she took another sip from her tea. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh hey Brian, How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I'm good, how are you doing this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He replied. She nervously said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;doing great"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In Sasha's mind she was surprised he called so soon but did not want to convey that in her tone. She wondered if it was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, he could turn out to be a stalker or worst. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Listen, do you have any plans tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She hesitated for a moment remembering her boyfriend Brandon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she replied. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was wondering if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;would like to go to a poetry reading event with me tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; Sasha said. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Great"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Brian replied. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"I'll pick you up at seven, just text me your address when you get a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hung up the phone feeling excited. She couldn't help but think how sexy and attractive Brain was. Their meeting last night was interesting; they danced and talked all night long. She remembered how intriguing and intelligent he was. She smiled and ran upstairs to her closet. What am I going to wear? She said to herself. It was the summer time in Chicago. Sasha was well aware that sunny, warm days don't last very long in the windy city. She figured she will make the best of it by wearing her short denim dress with the back out and the front low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped into the shower, and suddenly her enthusiasm turned grim. She thought about her boyfriend Brandon. She became riddled with guilt and confusion already. The last time she saw Brandon was Thursday night. They had a terrible fight. They argued about everything from sex, money, his recent late hours at work and his so called female friend who just happens to be his co/worker. Hmmm, she was beginning to suspect that he may be cheating on her but, was relieved because she was not in love with him any more. She grew tired of the arguing and found they were not compatible. It seemed they were growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about five o'clock that evening. Sasha had just returned home from the supermarket. She picked up her Christian Dior suit from the cleaners for her promising interview on Monday. Sasha had just graduated law school last month and landed a much coveted interview at one of the most prestigious law firms in down town Chicago. After eight years of school, she finally got an opportunity to make some real money. She was elated. Just as she was putting away her groceries she remembered Brian. She quickly text him her address, before answering her home phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number looked familiar it was her best friend Meagan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Hey girl, whats up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Sasha said to Meagan. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh nothing, on my way home from the mall. Whats up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Replied Meagan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I just got home, I'm going out with some friends tonight. What are you up to tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Tangy said. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh nothing probably lounge around the house, maybe take in a movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know make it &lt;em&gt;a blockbuster night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oooh, sounds like fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said Sasha. (Smiling, in her tone). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey, have you heard anything from Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Meagan asked. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No girl, not sure if I want to either. We had a big fight Thursday night but, I'm not pressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen Ill talk to you later , I gotta get ready for tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said Meagan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha realized she only had an hour to get ready for her date. She quickly straightened her house and showered again. She washed her hair and flat ironed it. Before long the door bell rang. She braced herself before she opened the door. She was a little nervous which is unlike her. She was fully dressed and ready to see Brian again. She opened the door and was greeted by a delightful smile, broad shoulders and fresh flowers. How cliche' she thought but, smiled anyway and greeted him with a short hug. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please come in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she said. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You look beautiful, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he told her as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; walked over to the living room, looking around her house as if he was sight seeing. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nice place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, replied Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood in her living room for a few moments silent as they looked at each other with curiosity and intensity. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you ready? the show starts at eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Brian looked at her with such charm, and she wanted to know more. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yeah let me get my shoes and we can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sasha ran upstairs and grabbed her brown and tan BCBG stilettos, oh yes she thought, a first date is never complete without stilettos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Sasha had a great time at the show. They met new people who seemed interesting and had great conversations. She loved socializing with him by her side. They felt right together much like a power couple. After the show, it was about 10:30pm. The night was still young so they decided to dine at the "Soul, Soul Good" restaurant over looking the lake just right outside of the city. At dinner the conversation was somber, serious and funny. They flirted and between laughs, they lustfully undressed each other with their eyes. They talked about almost everything. Tangy learned that Brian also just graduated law school and was offered a lucrative position at an up and coming law firm in NYC. Brian a native New Yorker longed to return there. They compared childhood stories, likes and dislikes. However there was still, no talk of past relationships or current ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night wore on, it was time for their date to end. On the drive home, the quiet tunes to Kem "Love calls" played softly in the background. Sasha briefly thought about Brandon but failed to mention him. She felt why should she? She did not know Brian well enough to disclose that information to him. Besides, she thought to herself Brandon seems to be on his way out of the picture anyway. Brian pulled up to her house, he opened the car door for her and walked her to the door. Unbenounced, to Sasha there was something brewing and was about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, Sasha gave Brian a glass of wine and preceded upstairs to her bedroom to check her messages. She had four messages from Brandon. Five minutes into her voicemail. She was pleasantly startled by Brian's soft lips on the back of her neck. She knew that she wanted him sexually, but not this soon. Before she could say a word it was too late, she was already melting! The butterflies in her stomach felt so good, she knew she couldn't stop now. As they kissed passionately and moved further towards the bed, Brandon popped into her head again. It was short lived after Brian entered her, it was a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 4:00am that morning, after heavy pillow talk and satisfying sex. They slowly drifted off to sleep. It was a half an hour later and Sasha had an uneasy feeling. She couldn't sleep. Suddenly her bedroom lights went on and there was Brandon standing in her doorway. Oh my God!, she grasp loudly as her heart began to race a thousand beats per minute. Startled, Brain sat up in the bed confused and in disbelief. Before he could say a word. Brandon, much to her surprise very calmly, sat at the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was obviously shocked and at a loss for words. Clinching the sheets over her body, Sasha was saturated with fear. The awkward silence and tension was more than he could stand. Brian then looked at her and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who the f*&amp;amp;k is this?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Brandon replied, as he gently blew smoke from his cigarette. I'm her reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-700705632158475108?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/700705632158475108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=700705632158475108&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/700705632158475108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/700705632158475108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/5-41T7V4EXw/sexy-saturday.html" title="Sexy Saturday" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexy-saturday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQHk7cCp7ImA9WxVVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-7575116816619357533</id><published>2009-03-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:57:11.708-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-11T11:57:11.708-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>So, you think you know me? Huh.</title><content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite day of the week...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday because, it's my day of worship and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;anilla or chocolate...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite season..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Summa, summa time because, I love the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite song......"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I hope you dance" by LeeAnn Wormack because, the words are beautiful, and it specks what is in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite movie..... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm torn between "North and South and The Thorn Birds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;lasses or contacts...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ootball or basketball...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;andals or flip flop...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sandals of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ast song you listened to...... &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;One on One" by Hall and Oates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f you could be a super hero who would it be? ...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bionic woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-7575116816619357533?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/7575116816619357533/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=7575116816619357533&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7575116816619357533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7575116816619357533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/lNXl1kHHi7w/so-you-think-you-know-me-and-why.html" title="So, you think you know me? Huh." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-you-think-you-know-me-and-why.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGRHk4eCp7ImA9WxVVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-2228932897829343708</id><published>2009-03-05T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:35:25.730-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-05T07:35:25.730-08:00</app:edited><title>The right to bare arms.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/03/02/article-1158643-03B17109000005DC-306_468x617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;LIKES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaningful conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bubble baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honesty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intelligent people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot tea in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flirting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DISLIKES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rude people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Limbaugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who drink till they are drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pedophiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugly feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-783479990655549747?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/783479990655549747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=783479990655549747&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/783479990655549747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/783479990655549747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/ly3x5SMVVLY/ten-likes-and-dislikes.html" title="Ten Likes and dislikes" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-likes-and-dislikes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEARX8_fCp7ImA9WxVWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3376975353259951759</id><published>2009-02-25T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:27:24.144-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T13:27:24.144-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Reality please Rise</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:RUFKfG2Ji6PoFM:http://api.ning.com/files/khe3hDXhtE7jxjOmWS9VI62D1mmD3s3X3oue9YoaJ"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:RUFKfG2Ji6PoFM:http://api.ning.com/files/khe3hDXhtE7jxjOmWS9VI62D1mmD3s3X3oue9YoaJ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality tv, tru tv, reality shows. Reality, reality, reality &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really???&lt;/strong&gt; (sigh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What's real about it? Real is authentic and cannot be altered, substituted or duplicated. If so then I argue it's not really real. Real is original, rare and very hard to come by especially in this day and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I watch reality tv and sometimes find myself addicted to shows like, Making the band, For the love of Ray J and from G's to Gent's. After engaging in much of the drama that eventually unfolds, I soon realize that none of it is real. I have concluded that while some intentions for the show's agenda may be real or considered to be real, it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because finding love, money, sobriety or class does not happen overnight. There are no short cuts to achieving these goals. Some may agree or disagree but the fact is these things come from within, through hard work, patience, drive, passion and sheer determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. whats your's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3376975353259951759?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3376975353259951759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3376975353259951759&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3376975353259951759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3376975353259951759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/BZ1L6-mvhkw/reality-please-rise.html" title="Reality please Rise" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-please-rise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HSXk5cCp7ImA9WxVXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-4539192173221807114</id><published>2009-02-11T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:47:18.728-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T13:47:18.728-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Dear Kennedy,</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou are a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; surprise&lt;br /&gt;You are the apple of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The joy of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the happiness your heart&lt;br /&gt;and hands can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-4539192173221807114?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/4539192173221807114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=4539192173221807114&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4539192173221807114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4539192173221807114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/laLogdKK6ao/dear-kennedy.html" title="Dear Kennedy," /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kennedy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHQns4fSp7ImA9WxVWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-4424195964504578714</id><published>2009-02-10T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:15:33.535-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T12:15:33.535-08:00</app:edited><title>Made in Marriage</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pDgEptk1WachDM:http://www.shallownation.com/images/barack_obama_michelle_obama_ebony_cover_2009_february.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pDgEptk1WachDM:http://www.shallownation.com/images/barack_obama_michelle_obama_ebony_cover_2009_february.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Union or unity? The words sound and look simular enough, but do they mean the same? What do you think?...Lets take it a part and analyze it. See what we come up with. A union is two or more people who are joined together based on a common goal. Unity is two or more people in sync with each other, on one one accord, one agenda. So, what is the difference? you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The difference is the person or persons in question. Let's take a union such as a marriage. In theory the "union of marriage" is &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;great intensions perhaps&lt;/em&gt;. However, in reality it's the person or persons in the marriage that makes the definition of union true. That is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The fact is there is no union without unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any questions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-4424195964504578714?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/4424195964504578714/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=4424195964504578714&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4424195964504578714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4424195964504578714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/RHNncp54EC0/made-in-marriage.html" title="Made in Marriage" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/02/made-in-marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMR3k_eSp7ImA9WxVXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3105312674300869979</id><published>2009-02-10T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:19:46.741-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T14:19:46.741-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>A Writers World</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wanna be an &lt;em&gt;actress,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;singer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;writer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;decorator,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a designer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;teacher,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a leader,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a journalist....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All in a writers world. Except in my world I can be all those things through writing. With writing imagination meets innovation. Make sense huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What? u think I'm Krazy, lol):- neva dat. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all in a writers world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3105312674300869979?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3105312674300869979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3105312674300869979&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3105312674300869979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3105312674300869979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/NqvsWwaLc4U/writers-world.html" title="A Writers World" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/02/writers-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CSHgyeCp7ImA9WxVXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-7593878615987029387</id><published>2009-02-10T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:26:09.690-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T12:26:09.690-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>And, Life is like a Poem.</title><content type="html">Mr. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;President,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever dream or imagine such a Historic moment. Most would say NO. I say yes, just not in my lifetime. hahaha lol): I'm so thrilled I can't hardly stand it. So what does it mean? I ask my creator. Change... Mr President says. My God tells me true change comes through him. If Mr President is God's vessel then surely change will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At last we have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sinful shame and oppression&lt;br /&gt;At last we have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;overcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brutal battles and regression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen the promise land "said the preacher"&lt;br /&gt;filled with milk, honey and sand&lt;br /&gt;We are our own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;no, more blame to remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The former is still watching and waiting&lt;br /&gt;but, we have control of our own painting&lt;br /&gt;Our names and lives belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;no more fake brushes, no more back of the bus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-7593878615987029387?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/7593878615987029387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=7593878615987029387&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7593878615987029387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/7593878615987029387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/gkCPUl8FuOM/and-life-is-like-poem.html" title="And, Life is like a Poem." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-life-is-like-poem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERX4yfip7ImA9WxRVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3215534266982764837</id><published>2008-11-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:23:24.096-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-08T08:23:24.096-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Values.....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;was given an assignment in school that I think is blog worthy. I am inclined to believe that I am a lover of words and often times inspired by it. There are times when many of us live our lives without much thought about what is truly valuable to us. For me this assignment gave me an opportunity to take stock and evaluate what is important to me. In the process I learned that family and intangible things are most valuable to me. In the spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;of learning and fun, I encourage all of you to participate and engage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because he is the creator of all things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because she gives me purpose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because without it I feel empty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because our bond is unbreakable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for it empowers! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self esteem&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because it speaks of self worth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because it breaks down barriers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because she is the wind beneath my wings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because it broadens the mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I value my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because he keeps me grounded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3215534266982764837?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3215534266982764837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3215534266982764837&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3215534266982764837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3215534266982764837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/V_cCHQ--Alk/values.html" title="Values....." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/11/values.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NQHc9eip7ImA9WxdQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3127546847703807381</id><published>2008-06-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:11:31.962-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T12:11:31.962-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>With Money......</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;share&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; some words of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisdom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with you that was shared with me by a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buya&lt;/span&gt; house but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy a clock but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy a bed but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy a book but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you cans see a doctor but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy a position but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can but sex but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy blood but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to add to the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt; you can buy luxury but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3127546847703807381?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3127546847703807381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3127546847703807381&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3127546847703807381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3127546847703807381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/X2ur73DNoCM/with-money.html" title="With Money......" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/06/with-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcHRn08fCp7ImA9WxdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-3120416376885324263</id><published>2008-06-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:13:57.374-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T12:13:57.374-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>Don't HaTe me because,  I'm BlaCk....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ince&lt;/span&gt;, the recent &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;publicized&lt;/span&gt; issue of race that has unfolded in this weeks political happenings. I felt compelled to write this &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Poem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black is Beautiful why can't you see.&lt;br /&gt;Black is the reason you want to be me&lt;br /&gt;Black is the truth it always stands tall,&lt;br /&gt;It never alters, it never falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sold me to the highest bidder&lt;br /&gt;And stripped &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;all &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;No matter What I will always be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;my body, my beauty, my Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;because you knew one day I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REIGN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"We have all been faced (publicly) with the harsh reality of racism. I have always known it still exist. Behind closed doors perhaps, but nevertheless it remains in our hearts. I suspect there are people maybe many and not few who strongly believe they are still superior to blacks because they are white. Fear and lies are what binds ignorant thoughts and actions. When the stakes are high and power is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt;. We now see racism in an open ugly fashion that I hoped we had progressed from".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Looks like we still have more work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Signed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't hate me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;, I'm black&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-3120416376885324263?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/3120416376885324263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=3120416376885324263&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3120416376885324263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/3120416376885324263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/w2fbx1u9zr4/dont-hate-me-because-im-black.html" title="Don't HaTe me because,  I'm BlaCk...." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-hate-me-because-im-black.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQnkzeyp7ImA9WxdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-2541514041155381726</id><published>2008-06-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:15:03.783-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T12:15:03.783-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>That's  SuM BuLL...isH!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am assuming that my readers are involved or at least abreast of the happenings in this years Presidential election. Given the fact that I am a first time voter. I have never been this heavily involved in politics &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. I'm talking &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;donating&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;volunteering&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;advocating&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;supporting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;emailing&lt;/span&gt; etc. I have taken time out of my busy schedule to do whatever it takes (within reason) to elect &lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/a&gt; as President. So, here's my question to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;........ Why is it that so many Americans both black and white (but mostly white) are willing to vote for George W. Bush surrogate (John McCain) who clearly represents the same failed Bush policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My Answer&lt;/span&gt;.......It so saddens me that folks would much rather have a white man continue to f**k up our country rather than give a black man (who clearly has the potential) a chance to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now, that's sum Bull...ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your answer to this question folks. Speck on it Ya'll...I want to hear from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-2541514041155381726?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/2541514041155381726/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=2541514041155381726&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/2541514041155381726?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/2541514041155381726?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/qXp7WPxt88w/thats-sum-bullish.html" title="That's  SuM BuLL...isH!" /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-sum-bullish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHRHY6eCp7ImA9WxdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-4882544233853075655</id><published>2008-06-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:15:35.810-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T12:15:35.810-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>PleAse DoN't StoP the MuSic....</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.mindbonics.com/"&gt;Crys.C&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, so it’s my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your Music Player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT. After you've answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the MEME themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Come and get me - Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let me luv u - Chingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need em’ – 50 cent lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Make a move- Lloyd Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Bombay - Timbaland (whatttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;I feel Beautiful - Fantasia (as always(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I can’t have - Robin Thicke (w.t.f that mean???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business – black eyed peas (that’s sum bull..ish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Rotten Apple – Lloyd Banks (that’s tru I always think of NY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;We could be – Keysha Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime – Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so sad – Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo - Ashanti (this is so not tru(: I don’t do Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;My weather report – Talib Kweli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ on yo booty – R. Kelly (so not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Pressure – Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Paris, Tokyo – Lupe Fiasco (nice I like it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Sets up- Snoop Dogg (didn't kno I was a gangsta yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly - Shareefa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun Fire – Jim Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Let there be light - &lt;strong&gt;NaS&lt;/strong&gt; (fav rapper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t stop the music - Rhianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How appropriate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, I'm tagging...&lt;br /&gt;But wait a minute I don’t know anybody to tag Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-4882544233853075655?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/4882544233853075655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=4882544233853075655&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4882544233853075655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/4882544233853075655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/zkjkcRtVDfQ/please-dont-stop-music.html" title="PleAse DoN't StoP the MuSic...." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-stop-music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQn4_eyp7ImA9WxdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-816579500945019863</id><published>2008-05-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:16:03.043-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T12:16:03.043-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm such a wordaholic" /><title>ToP TeN Reality TV Shows.....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So we all know that television have seen their share of sitcoms, mini series, special movie events awards shows etc. We also know that those days are a thing of the past. Well, I got succered into the reality TV show era and between school and DVR I'm hooked. The top ten reality TV shows that made my list is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flavor of Love&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Americas next top model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss Rap supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rock of Love II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Viva La Hollywood.....(lol:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tila Tequela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Bacheler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;College Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;American Idol (use to be #1 on my list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-816579500945019863?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/816579500945019863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=816579500945019863&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/816579500945019863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/816579500945019863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/8fJuHti89Rg/top-ten-reality-tv-shows.html" title="ToP TeN Reality TV Shows....." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-reality-tv-shows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBRXgzeyp7ImA9WxdTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996349304988046527.post-1995763226780780585</id><published>2008-05-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:20:54.683-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-14T10:20:54.683-07:00</app:edited><title>Kennedy, Nicole and Dylan...</title><content type="html">&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-86.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068847403910&amp;amp;site=widget-86.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;I know you all were wondering what I look like so here I am with my daughter and Newphew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996349304988046527-1995763226780780585?l=talknotcheap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/feeds/1995763226780780585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996349304988046527&amp;postID=1995763226780780585&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/1995763226780780585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996349304988046527/posts/default/1995763226780780585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalkNotCheap/~3/4MXOrASJH5E/me-my-baby-and-my-nephew.html" title="Kennedy, Nicole and Dylan..." /><author><name>Wordaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12740252705531749288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X2-jRL_YAAU/SCO5iqO0GZI/AAAAAAAAABI/nCo3YonAIDk/S220/P5070591.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://talknotcheap.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-my-baby-and-my-nephew.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

