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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ux1Rg12b6V86W8CHHT2V3OE2-1M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ux1Rg12b6V86W8CHHT2V3OE2-1M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ux1Rg12b6V86W8CHHT2V3OE2-1M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ux1Rg12b6V86W8CHHT2V3OE2-1M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok I am sure that I am&amp;nbsp; not the only one that have weird quirks. Its a way of life, we are all humans wanting to do things in a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;
I for one cannot read a book or go see a movie that I think will ending badly. Yep its true, &amp;nbsp;I can literally see the wheels turning in your head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is how I think about it, life in general is very stressful and hectic with many ups downs and turnarounds, so why spend money on a movie that has a sad ending. Leaving you to go home feeling crappy, when a a movie with a happy ending will put a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lets face it we all do weird and crazy things that can't be explained, but that is part of who we are as a person. Whether you can only sleep on the left side of the bed, or you feel the need to brush your teeth when you drink a glass of water. These unique yet weird quirks make us who we are and I would not change my quirks for all the tea in China.&lt;br /&gt;
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So from this day forth, I say celebrate your indviduality and your uniqueness, because for me&amp;nbsp;I will&amp;nbsp;forever be known as the crazy girl that does weird things. And I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-2727596871722531676?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/0SN2JN7C6L4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2727596871722531676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2011/06/weird-things-we-do.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/2727596871722531676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/2727596871722531676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/0SN2JN7C6L4/weird-things-we-do.html" title="The Weird Things We Do" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2011/06/weird-things-we-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHRnYzfip7ImA9Wx5TFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-8557152946711906229</id><published>2010-07-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:48:57.886-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-30T10:48:57.886-07:00</app:edited><title>POEM OF THE DAY: DESPAIR</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IC6D4rIh0wSJsyPtSCB6w5KVNA4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IC6D4rIh0wSJsyPtSCB6w5KVNA4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IC6D4rIh0wSJsyPtSCB6w5KVNA4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IC6D4rIh0wSJsyPtSCB6w5KVNA4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;DESPAIR&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The dark dread of the times have left me in contant turmoil&lt;br /&gt;
Blakened my mood, and left my soul bare&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes have shed tears red with the blood of my pain&lt;br /&gt;
My sorrow knows no end, the pain has just begun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a heavy heart I survive, I thrive to do better, to be better&lt;br /&gt;
Life mocks and redicule me with the constant pressure to succeed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try and I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;
I fall, I rise, I wait in vain for my time o shine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
written by: Girl on a rope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-8557152946711906229?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/vvLWx0XBfo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8557152946711906229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2010/07/poem-of-day-despair.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8557152946711906229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8557152946711906229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/vvLWx0XBfo0/poem-of-day-despair.html" title="POEM OF THE DAY: DESPAIR" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2010/07/poem-of-day-despair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BSHw8fyp7ImA9WxFQF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-3876986963465056071</id><published>2010-05-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:32:39.277-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-13T15:32:39.277-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i" /><title>Zumba to the World</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5rgMj6li_1-XsD4BWTXrq90EK_U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5rgMj6li_1-XsD4BWTXrq90EK_U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5rgMj6li_1-XsD4BWTXrq90EK_U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5rgMj6li_1-XsD4BWTXrq90EK_U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I have recently started taking dance classes, Zumba to be more exact. A friend of mine Suzy invited me and I have been to two classes so far and the whole thing seems like fun, its basically dancing to music whether, reggae, salsa hiphop or whichever dance the teacher chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attend classes all over queens, today it's Bayside, tomorrow it's forest hills or Ridgewood. I have aleady started to feel the burn especially in my lower back, sides and feet, but overall this Zumba craze is a lot of fun, and I kind of dont mind the sweating, at least not all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-3876986963465056071?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/nJO38gEgJPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3876986963465056071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2010/05/zumba-to-world.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/3876986963465056071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/3876986963465056071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/nJO38gEgJPs/zumba-to-world.html" title="Zumba to the World" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2010/05/zumba-to-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCSH4zeyp7ImA9WxNSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-9159385653498237015</id><published>2009-08-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:52:49.083-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T15:52:49.083-07:00</app:edited><title>Road less travelled</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/os7CM13bUb_qDU5mUgjN7rrlmrg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/os7CM13bUb_qDU5mUgjN7rrlmrg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/os7CM13bUb_qDU5mUgjN7rrlmrg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/os7CM13bUb_qDU5mUgjN7rrlmrg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have anyone ever felt like they need a map, not just any map but one showing their life. Well that is where I am right now I need a map to show me in which direction my life should take, I undestand where I came from, it's where I am heading is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from heartache, pain, sufferation and loneliness, but the road which I want to travel/ or must  travel to make my way in life is still very unclear to me. Sometimes I wonder if I am coming or going, but one thing is for sure I will catch hell getting there because as always I like doing theings my way which is sometimes the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-9159385653498237015?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/DkaYPAhJXMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/9159385653498237015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-less-travelled.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/9159385653498237015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/9159385653498237015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/DkaYPAhJXMA/road-less-travelled.html" title="Road less travelled" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-less-travelled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHQHw-fSp7ImA9WxNREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-6593282535787643838</id><published>2009-06-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:00:31.255-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T15:00:31.255-07:00</app:edited><title>NO CAR, NO LIFE</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H47Lb5UCjKpg-fvbc_cbQFwBnnQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H47Lb5UCjKpg-fvbc_cbQFwBnnQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H47Lb5UCjKpg-fvbc_cbQFwBnnQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H47Lb5UCjKpg-fvbc_cbQFwBnnQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So my husband decide to go out to a party on saturday night and against my wishes he took my car which I have continuously told him not to drive but no he does not listen. So sunday morning at 6:00am he is ringing off my phone he was around the cornr from the house and slid in some water and ran into a tree, so now here I am carless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-6593282535787643838?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/MsyQeFqPwb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6593282535787643838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-car-no-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/6593282535787643838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/6593282535787643838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/MsyQeFqPwb4/no-car-no-life.html" title="NO CAR, NO LIFE" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-car-no-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENQn08cSp7ImA9WxJWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-5044539109190004924</id><published>2009-06-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:31:33.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T19:31:33.379-07:00</app:edited><title>POEM OF THE DAY</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dd6MzHihd2tAuoBQH88oFC2091Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dd6MzHihd2tAuoBQH88oFC2091Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dd6MzHihd2tAuoBQH88oFC2091Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dd6MzHihd2tAuoBQH88oFC2091Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hear voices, my thoughts are not my own&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices, whether I am asleep or awake&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices, some happy some sad&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices, telling me I should be dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-5044539109190004924?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/sugzw9-F1ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5044539109190004924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day_18.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/5044539109190004924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/5044539109190004924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/sugzw9-F1ZM/poem-of-day_18.html" title="POEM OF THE DAY" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day_18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABRXgycCp7ImA9WxJWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-1172139823127612402</id><published>2009-06-17T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:19:14.698-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T16:19:14.698-07:00</app:edited><title>POEM OF THE DAY</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_WoaxhzepZCijtaMxXIAXWefuw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_WoaxhzepZCijtaMxXIAXWefuw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_WoaxhzepZCijtaMxXIAXWefuw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_WoaxhzepZCijtaMxXIAXWefuw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sometimes I cry for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I laugh with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make love with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cook for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I clean for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm angry with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fight with you&lt;br /&gt;But always I will die for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-1172139823127612402?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/rTlgCzVP_KA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1172139823127612402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day_17.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/1172139823127612402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/1172139823127612402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/rTlgCzVP_KA/poem-of-day_17.html" title="POEM OF THE DAY" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day_17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFRn08eSp7ImA9WxJWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-2619914025609741711</id><published>2009-06-16T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:23:37.371-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T19:23:37.371-07:00</app:edited><title>POEM OF THE DAY</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s21IDW39lHt_4GZOu31MOL7zowg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s21IDW39lHt_4GZOu31MOL7zowg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s21IDW39lHt_4GZOu31MOL7zowg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s21IDW39lHt_4GZOu31MOL7zowg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My heart is empty, my soul is impure&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Jesus, but I can't be sure&lt;br /&gt;Life has sent me road blocks, and I have stumbled and fallen&lt;br /&gt;I have always managed to get up, and lift myself high&lt;br /&gt;In the end I hope to survive and live a happy life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-2619914025609741711?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/PP09dnF-j1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2619914025609741711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/2619914025609741711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/2619914025609741711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/PP09dnF-j1s/poem-of-day.html" title="POEM OF THE DAY" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHQnc8fip7ImA9WxJXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-4624388422869682356</id><published>2009-06-06T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:27:13.976-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-06T17:27:13.976-07:00</app:edited><title>Babies on the brain</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zyltvlNR66Gm6NSAFoxeF2nNZ3A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zyltvlNR66Gm6NSAFoxeF2nNZ3A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zyltvlNR66Gm6NSAFoxeF2nNZ3A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zyltvlNR66Gm6NSAFoxeF2nNZ3A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I went to babies r us today to get a gift for my friend's baby shower and you could not believe the amount of stuff that a baby need o survive in this day and age, special pillows, diaper covers special mommy pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of having a kid nowadays is like WOW, its seriously has me wondering whether or not kids are right for me not only because of the cost but of the time, I don't know if anyone realizes this but kid are a full time job, feeding, clothing, taking them to the park, piking them up from school yada, yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be selfish but I like to sleep in on my saturday mornings (my only day off), and I would prefer to spend my free times with my husband or with my niece Arielle, and I am not exactly ms. cook everyday I work 12-14 hours per day, I don't have nough time in my days for kid of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken to my sister and asked her if she will share Arielle with me and I my brother has 3 daughters and 2 sons, so I have 4 nieces and 2 nephews. What more could a girl ask for. My husband already has one of each so he is not in any rush to have any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point in my life after been married for 4 years, I have to ask myself am I ready for kids, Will I ever be ready for kids, Will I make a good mother. The questions keep coming, but here are the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-4624388422869682356?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/AHSCdgtVXq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4624388422869682356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/babies-on-brain.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/4624388422869682356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/4624388422869682356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/AHSCdgtVXq8/babies-on-brain.html" title="Babies on the brain" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/babies-on-brain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDQHczfCp7ImA9WxJXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-678017992879823637</id><published>2009-06-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:06:11.984-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T19:06:11.984-07:00</app:edited><title>UNUSUAL READING MATERIAL</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPi_bzSR4QplIiicz68jCud3X18/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPi_bzSR4QplIiicz68jCud3X18/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPi_bzSR4QplIiicz68jCud3X18/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPi_bzSR4QplIiicz68jCud3X18/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everyone knows that I like to read, and over the years my reading preferences have changed " evolved" if you will. Now I am enjoy reading gay erotic stories, what can I say they are fun entertaining and really, really exciting. So what if no one understands why I read them and some might even be offended by them, but what the heck I am a grown woman and I will read whatever I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-678017992879823637?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/wIFahQH3hY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/678017992879823637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/unusual-reading-material.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/678017992879823637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/678017992879823637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/wIFahQH3hY4/unusual-reading-material.html" title="UNUSUAL READING MATERIAL" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/unusual-reading-material.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICR3o_eSp7ImA9WxNREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-8335132801828620759</id><published>2009-05-31T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:46:06.441-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T11:46:06.441-07:00</app:edited><title>MONEY AND YOUR RELATIONSHIP</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6f9vHAzZuG6n7TLDXB5sBGqQWA4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6f9vHAzZuG6n7TLDXB5sBGqQWA4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6f9vHAzZuG6n7TLDXB5sBGqQWA4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6f9vHAzZuG6n7TLDXB5sBGqQWA4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At what point in ones relationship should money be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you decide to live together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenyou become engaged&lt;br /&gt;3. After you ar married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the ideal answer to this question would be never, but not everyone likes to bury there head in the sand like me. But seriously they say money is the route of all evil and they are right money should be discussed with your spouse the minute the relationship starts to get serious, and when you decide to move in together or even get married or god forbid get property together everyone needs to be on the same page money wise or it could spell "DISASTER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money wise certain things should be made clear.&lt;br /&gt;1. Not because the husband makes more mone does not mean he should contribute more t the household expenses.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each person should have a separate account from the other.&lt;br /&gt;3. A jint accunt where they both contribute to each month "equally amounts" which is then used for every and all expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a couple is upfront with each other regarding there money situation when they get into a relationship, whether the husband has student loans or the wife is in credit card debt, then they should have no money difficulties when everything is out in the open and nobody is hiding from the other how much they actually make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-8335132801828620759?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/PbUuSu6AVDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8335132801828620759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-your-relationship.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8335132801828620759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8335132801828620759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/PbUuSu6AVDs/money-your-relationship.html" title="MONEY AND YOUR RELATIONSHIP" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-your-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFRXo_eSp7ImA9WxVVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-341256151510240944</id><published>2009-03-12T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:50:14.441-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-12T18:50:14.441-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwQHtTJ-L60odU4WtcbehDJPLNg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwQHtTJ-L60odU4WtcbehDJPLNg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwQHtTJ-L60odU4WtcbehDJPLNg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwQHtTJ-L60odU4WtcbehDJPLNg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why is it that  people around me are never satisfied, I give and I give and I give and they just take, take, take like some bleeeping vampires sucking me dry. I have come to the conclusion that not matter how much you do for people they are never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it;s because I have a kind heart, but not by choice I would rather be a Byotch and not give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-341256151510240944?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/Z-6FskQsFZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/341256151510240944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-it-that-people-around-me-are.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/341256151510240944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/341256151510240944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/Z-6FskQsFZo/why-is-it-that-people-around-me-are.html" title="" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-it-that-people-around-me-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDRXoyfyp7ImA9WxVVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-8621719488671369076</id><published>2009-03-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:57:54.497-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-11T14:57:54.497-07:00</app:edited><title>Lonely World</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZfJE1b7nu0_Fe6P0Xy7QppbQDRs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZfJE1b7nu0_Fe6P0Xy7QppbQDRs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZfJE1b7nu0_Fe6P0Xy7QppbQDRs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZfJE1b7nu0_Fe6P0Xy7QppbQDRs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You would think that with all the people surrounding me husband, sister, niece ext. that I would not feel so lonely, but sometimes I just need some time to myself to reflect, reminise about the past and think about what the future will hold for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess most times it's just me, myself and I in this huge giant shell of a world just pondering lifes what ifs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-8621719488671369076?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/kkBZ1TwFWUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8621719488671369076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-world.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8621719488671369076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/8621719488671369076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/kkBZ1TwFWUo/lonely-world.html" title="Lonely World" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSX4yeCp7ImA9WxVSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230302784204651877.post-380621731313413593</id><published>2009-01-12T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:54:58.090-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T12:54:58.090-08:00</app:edited><title>RACISM</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is5ejbRpdofHFigdwhrm7X1oDvg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is5ejbRpdofHFigdwhrm7X1oDvg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is5ejbRpdofHFigdwhrm7X1oDvg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is5ejbRpdofHFigdwhrm7X1oDvg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At what point in our lives do we stop noticing the colour of another person's skin, there religion, and there belief system asnd start seeing them as human beings. In my eyes and in the eyes of other people with brains we are all one created equal by God, but I have high hope that one day everyone will come together all all live in harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230302784204651877-380621731313413593?l=chelsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~4/EY2-3CiwNOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/feeds/380621731313413593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/01/racism.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/380621731313413593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230302784204651877/posts/default/380621731313413593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Uniquegirl/~3/EY2-3CiwNOo/racism.html" title="RACISM" /><author><name>chelsit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHM5p7T_yAs/TQ-hP1Tkv3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/bghQcEuXD78/S220/GetAttachment%255B2%255D.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chelsit.blogspot.com/2009/01/racism.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

