<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870</id><updated>2024-08-28T21:01:01.240-07:00</updated><category term="Independent Women"/><category term="love"/><category term="brake ups"/><category term="love stories"/><category term="poems about love"/><category term="short stories"/><category term="teen pregnancy"/><category term="turning point"/><title type='text'>W.H.A.T.</title><subtitle type='html'>Why Have All That. &#xa;Meaning no bells and whistles I am more focused on writing what i feel at that moment. A place to vent my frustration, fears and concerns.A place to share my soul. My choice and I love it!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-5970636727456627926</id><published>2010-12-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:42:26.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of living life I was living to stay alive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I blinked and life had consumed me. Instead of living life I was living to stay alive. How did I become a play by the rules type of girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t think I had a spontaneous thought in years. Everything in my world was planed and played out to the tee. I had become the epitome of the kind of women I promised myself I would never be. Little Miss Predictable, Miss A Dime A Dozen. Defiantly replaceable and that was the fatal blow.Things could not continue like this and if they were to change I had to do it today before fear could sneak back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I am going to that Christmas party!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So I hopped out of bed and went to my closet and picked out one of my many black pant suits with a white &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.ck.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Calvin Klein&quot;&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/a&gt; button up shirt. I garbed a pair of my black &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.ninewest.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Nine West&quot;&gt;Nine West&lt;/a&gt; pumps off my rack. Just as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I began to slide my feet into my shoes I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;You thought you would pull me back in that quick? Ha! I got something for you Life.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I ripped off my white shirt and pant suit. I stood in front of my mirror and gave myself a stern talking to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Okay, look today is the day I take life, my life back. I will no longer live life according to what the world thinks is right. I will live by my rules. This is my life, my journey and for now on I will be the only one in the driver seat. Life is to short and way to long for regrets. Only I can determine the kind of me I want to be.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And with that I took a deep breath and let my perfectly sculpted bun down. As I let my hair fall were it may I brushed my lips with my high 18 hour lip gloss. I opened up my makeup case and applied my &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.revlon.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Revlon&quot;&gt;Revlon&lt;/a&gt; mascara and decided to stop with that. This would be part of the new me. No longer spending hours applying makeup that I never even cared for. I replaced my black pant suit and white shirt with my Hot pink Ralph Lauren ruffle front shirt and my cream Calvin Klein pant suite that I had tailored to fit my 5&#39;6&quot; frame perfect. My pants hit my gold Jimmy Choos a quarter of the way down their 4 1/2inch heel. I put on my razor thin gold hoop earrings and tucked my gold &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.betseyjohnson.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Betsey Johnson&quot;&gt;Betsy Johnson&lt;/a&gt; clutch under my arms. I smiled as I took one last look at myself in my hall way mirror. My soft smile begin to light up my face a single tear of joy slid down my cheek. I had not seen this women in years. A feeling of relief consumed me as I wiped away my tear and blew myself a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Welcome back girl, now lets go live.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I closed the door behind me and presented the new me, the real me to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As I was writing this I couldn&#39;t help but think of all the spontaneous moments I have day to day that I allow to wash away with the lack of time left on my daily planer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;8:30am make breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;9:00am work out with Jenny on the &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://wii.nintendo.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Wii&quot;&gt;Wii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;9:45am shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;10:15am .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This story did not start out with me writing about me and my life but as I think about it our life&#39;s run parallel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;today is the day I take life, my life back. I will no longer 
live life according to what the world thinks is right. I will live by my
 rules. This is my life, my journey and for now on I will be the only one
 in the driver seat. Life is to short and way to long for regrets. Only I
 can determine the kind of me I want to be.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-a&quot; href=&quot;http://www.zemanta.com/&quot; title=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot; class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-img&quot; src=&quot;http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=cd8ba401-add3-47b9-bd19-296103679140&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none; float: right;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5970636727456627926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/12/instead-of-living-life-i-was-living-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/5970636727456627926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/5970636727456627926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/12/instead-of-living-life-i-was-living-to.html' title='Instead of living life I was living to stay alive....'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-1043709529788664110</id><published>2010-07-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:34:55.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Another Time in Another World 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I got up the next morning and called Detective Wheeler. At first I was 
not going to tell him anything but I figure it can only help me if he locates
 him before I do. Detective Wheeler was so happy after I meet with him.
 He could not believe the 
description I was able to give of the faceless man that took my fathers life. &quot; This is wonderful information and with it I know we 
will have this monster off the streets in no time.&quot; I told him&quot; Thank 
you for everything and if anything goes down to please give me a call.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I decided today is the day to take my life back. So as hard as it was I 
got out of bed, jumped in to my running gear and went down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;OMG, picture meeting you for breakfast &quot; Ayla said in a joking voice. &quot;I 
Know. Right!&quot; I said with the smile on my face that has been missing for a
 while.&quot; I think I&#39;ll take a run this morning. I really need to think.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You have been though a lot honey so take your time. There is so much to think about.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m 
just happy to see you out the bed and you know I am here for you if you need me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We sat and talked as we drank a cup of &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_tea&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Green tea&quot;&gt;green tea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I think I&#39;m going to start school on time because I know daddy would not 
approve of this new life I picked up, cutting myself off from the world and 
just sleeping. He worked entirely to hard to get me wear I am for me to disappoint him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot; That is a wonderful idea Nevaeh.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Ayla tried on numerous occasions to
 get me out of the house with no success.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Well I have to go meet Landing and his mother today so I&#39;ll call you when
 we are done so you can meet us for lunch if you feel up to it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Ayla and Landing have been dating for a year now .&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot; So this must be 
getting pretty serious. Is his mom in town or is this a special visit to 
meet you.&quot; I said with a big smile on my face I know how Ayla has been 
feeling Landing for a while and was hoping this was the real thing. According to her response it must be.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;
 This is a special trip just for little oh me&quot; she said with the 
biggest kool-aid smile and sweets twinkle in her eye. I smiled as I 
walked away singing&quot; here comes the bride, here come the bride&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me
 and Jo Jo had a great 5 mile run. At first it was hard for me trying to
 understand how the world seemed to be moving at a normal
 pace and I could barely breathe. I think I cried for the first mile or 
so
 then as I looked around I remembered how much daddy loved life and how 
he would want me to continue to live and that is exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I invested my whole being in to school and came out the head of my class
 and with a job. &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.neimanmarcus.com/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Neiman Marcus&quot;&gt;Neiman Marcus&lt;/a&gt;
 offered&amp;nbsp; me the position for assistant&amp;nbsp; buyer at the Atlanta location .
 This job was great every thing I could ask for. It involved everything I enjoyed doing 
in my free time shopping, fashion and traveling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Good night Ms Songs enjoy your vacation.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; I will and know that I&#39;m only a call away so if you need me call me &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We
 will but 
please make sure to enjoy yourself you deserve this time OFF&quot; Mesha said
 as I grabbed the last of my things and crammed them in my Prada briefcase. Mesha was my assistant, my right hand, and I
 made sure she was aware of it because lord knows good help is so hard 
to 
find.&lt;br /&gt;
I could not get in the car fast enough. I unbuttoned my 
jacket and 
tossed it on the back seat and turned my music up as loud as I could 
without busting my speakers. I love to feel the beat as it crashed into my body. &amp;nbsp;I never needed anything as much as I need this vacation. I 
have been at Neiman Marcus for four years and have only been off four 
days. Two days when I had the flue and two days for Ayla&#39;s wedding.&amp;nbsp; In 
that 
time I have gone from assistant buyer at the Atlanta location to head 
buyer
 for their entire Eastern reign. This success came with enormous 
sacrifices to my now non exciting personal life. Since daddy&#39;s murder eight years ago I haven&#39;t been able to trust people enough to allow anyone close to my hart. The fact that they never caught the bastard that killed my dad made it that much
 harder.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t believe that they could not come up with an arrest with all the 
DNA evidence and my description. Its like this bastard fell off the face 
of the earth. But I keep a copy of a sketch I made of the tattoo he had 
on his shoulder saved to my blackberry. Not that I need it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Nevaeh, hey honey how was you drive.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I know why drive 6 hrs when I can
 fly one hour. Its something about turning up the music and feeling the tries clinging to the road as the 
wind blows though my hair that gives me a rush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-a&quot; href=&quot;http://www.zemanta.com/&quot; title=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot; class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-img&quot; src=&quot;http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=8c9efddc-1631-46e2-8f5b-47c10167f5eb&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none; float: right;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1043709529788664110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-another-time-in-another-world-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/1043709529788664110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/1043709529788664110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-another-time-in-another-world-3.html' title='Maybe Another Time in Another World 3'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-6093609400847060016</id><published>2010-07-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:42:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe in Another Time in Another World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Daddy please don&#39;t leave me. Daddy please. I can&#39;t make
 it in this 
world without you. You&#39;re my heart. God please I promise I will live 
right. You already taken my mother from me please lord don&#39;t take my 
daddy 
too&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just then daddy grabbed my hand and put it to his chest I 
swear I could 
see his life leaving his body.I began to sob uncontrollably as the room 
went dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I woke up in the hospital with my best friend
 and next door neighbor asleep in chairs by my bed side. I couldn&#39;t 
remember how I got here or why I was here for that
 matter.&quot; Where was my dad? He would be able to explain everything. What 
the hell is going on?&quot; I said to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just as I was sitting up
 Ayla grabbed my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nevaeh, honey how are you feeling.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From
 the look in her eyes I could 
tell something was seriously wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Were is&amp;nbsp; daddy?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nevaeh,
 honey &amp;nbsp;do you remember what happen?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was the tone in her 
voice that told me something horrible happen to daddy. &quot; No I don&#39;t were
 is my farther&quot; I yelled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nevaeh honey&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot; You honey me 
one more time. &amp;nbsp;Where. is &amp;nbsp;my &amp;nbsp;farther!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Honey&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Before she 
could finish her sentence I shot her a look that could kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Okay&quot;
 she grabbed my had a little tighter. &quot; Its been a terrible 
accident&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My hart dropped it was all coming back to me. I could 
feel my hand start
 to shake the tears began to blur my vision &quot; Oh lord. Daddy. He got 
shot. Is he okay&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;No honey, he didn&#39;t make it.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The whole 
horrendous scene came flashing back. I instantly felt sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;They
 keep me in the hospital till the next morning. Kim arrived just as I
 was signing my discharge papers to take me home. I made Ayla go home to
 shower and rest she had been there with me the whole night. I don&#39;t 
think she slept much, every time I would wake up screaming or crying she
 
would be right there to wipe my tears or just to hold me till I fell 
back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Are you hungry baby?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;No&quot; I said
 and pushed the seat all the way back. I closed my eyes and 
try to block all the memories from flooding in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As we drove home I
 could tell Kim wanted to say something to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ital-inline&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot; onclick=&quot;this.style.backgroundColor=&#39;#b5d5ff&#39;;return hotWord(this);&quot; onmouseout=&quot;this.style.backgroundColor=&#39;transparent&#39;&quot; onmouseover=&quot;this.style.cursor=&#39;default&#39;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; me 
but she just could not find the words. I felt the car stop and heard a
 soft voice say &quot;welcome to burger king may I take your order&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I 
closed my eyes and it happened the image of a lion jumping out of the 
word king flashed before my eyes. I could see it clear as day. I 
couldn&#39;t see the shooters face but I did see his tattoo on &amp;nbsp;his right 
shoulder as he ran to get away from the bullets flying from my .357. 
That lion was edged in to my memory and at that moment I told my daddy I
 will revenge his murder. The person responsible will pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I
 couldn&#39;t bear the sight of our house so Ayla went and got some of my 
things for me later that night. While she was gone I finally checked my 
voice mail. Everyone from under the sun left a message telling me how 
sorry
 they are and how they will pray for me . I know they mean well but I 
felt worse with each message I listen to.&amp;nbsp; The last message was from 
the detective. &quot;Hi Ms Songs this is detective Wheeler it is extremely&amp;nbsp;
 important that I speak to you as soon as possible. Please give me a 
call at 919-555-3232.&quot;Ayla got back to her house around 10:30 with some 
of my
 things and the bottle of Jamaican rum we had sitting on the bar top. We
 drank a few shots of rum and talked about all the good times 
we had over the years, we laughed about all the&amp;nbsp; times daddy caught us 
doing some off the wall shit. Stuff that we should have gotten our ass 
kicked for but instead daddy had a story so crazy that scared us from 
ever trying it again. We cried as I told Ayla every thing that happen
 that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot; Did you get a look at the guy?&quot; she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Not
 at his 
face but I know he&#39;s about 6&#39;2&quot; and maybe around 180. He has caramel 
skin
 and had his hair braided and on his back right shoulder he has a tattoo
 of a lion coming out of the word king.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well damn, you pretty 
much got
 every thing. Did you tell the detectives yet&quot;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot; No&quot; I replied. I
 guess 
she must have seen it in my eyes because she looked at me and 
said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;NEVAEH don&#39;t do anything crazy.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I laid back on the 
sofa and 
closed my eye and fell asleep.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-a&quot; href=&quot;http://www.zemanta.com/&quot; title=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot; class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-img&quot; src=&quot;http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=049a772a-8a70-4b3e-9023-181266e4311b&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none; float: right;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6093609400847060016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-in-another-time-in-another-world_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/6093609400847060016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/6093609400847060016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-in-another-time-in-another-world_16.html' title='Maybe in Another Time in Another World'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-5256242620037120084</id><published>2010-07-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:24:45.011-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short stories"/><title type='text'>Maybe In Another Time in Another World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Every time I turn around someone is writing a book so I figure i give it a shot on a smaller frame. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Part 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Year 1990&lt;br /&gt;

Tomorrow Ayla &amp;nbsp;and I will be leaving for Tokyo. It was a graduation gift
 from daddy. I was starting The &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.artinstitutes.edu/atlanta/&quot; rel=&quot;homepage&quot; title=&quot;Art Institute of Atlanta&quot;&gt;Art Institute of Atlanta&lt;/a&gt; in two months 
and daddy 
thought it would give me a head start to visit one of the biggest 
fashion capitals of the world. He told me to pick one person to travel 
with me and who other then my road dog Ayla. We have been tearing the 
streets up together since we were 
cubby buddies in kindergarten. I was so excited I could hardly wrap my 
hair right. After about 5 minutes or so I got it wrapped and tied up. I 
was
 just settling in the bed when daddy came in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp;Never thought this would be the last time I would kiss my daddy good 
night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&quot;Good night princes baby&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My dad said as the moon light shined across 
his almond colored skin. He was very hansom man, not the tallest but far
 from short.&amp;nbsp; The ideal man, a single 
dad of a very girly girl. My mom passed away when I was 8 years old in a
 car crash. My mom was an orphan and my dad&#39;s family was back in Jamaica
 so it was he and I left alone to tackle all of my childhood endeavors 
such as getting my period for the first time. One of my may terrifying 
moments moments that would have been great to have a mother. On 
that day he took me to buy my first pack of pads. He knew I was 
embarrassed so he kissed me on my forehead told me to go sit 
in the car and he will take care it. When he came out he had a 
CVS bag and one of the biggest red teddy bear I ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;

&quot; What a wonderful man.&quot; I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&quot;Good night daddy,thank you so much for Tokyo and always being there for
 me. I love you daddy&quot;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&quot;Love you too princes baby&quot; that&#39;s what he always called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

It was at that moment I knew that my husband would have to be a loving 
island man just like daddy.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

That night I fell asleep listening to the quite storm. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Something woke me up out of my sleep I sat straight&amp;nbsp; up as this strange 
feeling swept over me and then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;

The loudest noise I ever heard. It felt like it rippled though out my 
whole body.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jo Jo began growling and barking as if he was going to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I herd my father yell out &quot;Frankie&quot;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

From the sound of his voice I knew something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I heard him say &quot;No&quot; &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and then he yelled out as loud as he could&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot;Frankie, princes baby, Frankie&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Frankie was a code word daddy and I made up as our panic word. I never 
really felt a need for it until I heard him bellowing it that night.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I don&#39;t know how I got down stairs but the next thing I remember was 
standing in the door way of my front door and squeezing the trigger on 
my &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.357_Magnum&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;.357 Magnum&quot;&gt;.357 Magnum&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Click, click.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I was still pulling the trigger of the fully unloaded gun when &amp;nbsp;my next 
door neighbor Kim removed the gun from my hand and wrapped me in her 
arms as tight as she could and dialed 911.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&quot;How could this happen? &amp;nbsp;Who would be so heartless to take away the only
 person on this earth that loved me unconditionally? How could they be 
so selfish to take away my hart?&amp;nbsp; How would I breath.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I jerked away from Kim and fell to my daddy&#39;s side.
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-a&quot; href=&quot;http://www.zemanta.com/&quot; title=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Enhanced by Zemanta&quot; class=&quot;zemanta-pixie-img&quot; src=&quot;http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=04a7793e-ff12-4fe0-b52c-60cf0e5dd027&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none; float: right;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5256242620037120084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-in-another-time-in-another-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/5256242620037120084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/5256242620037120084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-in-another-time-in-another-world.html' title='Maybe In Another Time in Another World'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-278567791950055068</id><published>2010-07-04T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:56:25.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th and I hope you enjoy yourself and be safe. I love the 4th it reminds me of the good old days cook outs kids playing with the water balloons fresh cold watermelon. Wow good old days.


 Red White and Blue be kind and cherish everyone dear to you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/278567791950055068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-and-i-hope-you-enjoy-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/278567791950055068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/278567791950055068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-and-i-hope-you-enjoy-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-3675740415326356306</id><published>2010-06-23T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:28:22.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;People get married now for the sake of doing it. They don&#39;t understand all the hard work that it take to keep it strong and healthy. Your marriage is like a plant you have to plant the seed in good foundation and give it sun and&amp;nbsp; water to grow. It&#39;s very time consuming but if you put the work in you will get something beautiful out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Is it to much to ask for to want to be touched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; Held and caressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Is this the new us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Is this really as good as it&#39;s suppose to gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Is this the prize for giving your time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your hart is thirsting for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You soul starved for intimacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When did it become&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To just be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You usually don&#39;t ask but give it a try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; For this is what Dr. Phil said is the biggest reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;More and more marriages end in divorce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Because the lack of stepping in and changing the course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So instead of bowing out like a coward and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Choose to stand up for the change that will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3675740415326356306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/3675740415326356306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/3675740415326356306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-lost.html' title='Love Lost'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-4067608702411724023</id><published>2010-06-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:07:58.215-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Independent Women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teen pregnancy"/><title type='text'>P.Y.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Teen pregnancy is growing at a rapid rate and it has to be a reason why. So I have been thinking! Here&#39;s what I came up with....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Our young ladies are lost and in need of love. We live in a world today where physical contact no longer exist. We talk via text and email no one ever really picks up the phone and dials a number. I know I don&#39;t I use speed dial and if for any reason I lose my phone the only number I know is my sister.&amp;nbsp; Did you know you can check if your child made it home with your security system on your cell. It&quot;s an application for it. I feel like our girls are so physically and emotionally detached that the act of having sex is so meaningless to them. To hell with a kiss, most of them have had sex before even experiencing a real kiss.We have to get back in touch with one another, most importantly our young girls. We have to let them know how special they are, and how special your first time is. How that moment should be shared with someone you love very much and loves you in return. We have to instill in them how a real man should and will treat you. We have to let them know that teen pregnancy is not the right choice for them or the unborn child. We have to get back in touch with our young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;P.Y.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pretty young thing just barely 18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The world say you are an adult who can decide for herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But your mind is not able to comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The complexity of a wolf dressed in sheep skins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He tells you he loves you and you think it&#39;s real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So you lie down beside him and close the deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But all of his actions after fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Force your hart to appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So you stop to recap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;This has to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Why would he say these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Send for me&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Lay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tell me it will all be okay&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But you ignore the signs and instead of leaving you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Some time has gone by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And here we are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Making a life changing decision that took two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Two to embrace one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Two to lay with one and other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Create another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;All by yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now you have to decide how to continue on with this emotional ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;All the people you let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;How can I tell them, what will they say&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So you wait and wait as the days fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You finally swallow your pride and come clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;PUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The nurse screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;6lbs 9ozs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You now know what unconditional love truly mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4067608702411724023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/pyt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4067608702411724023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4067608702411724023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/pyt.html' title='P.Y.T.'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-4720534118919121351</id><published>2010-03-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:42:54.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Love Chocolate!    Try my Chocolate Chocolate Cherry Cake recipe it&#39;s wonderful!!!!</title><content type='html'>Please Read before you Start &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1 box of your favorite cake mix and all the ingredients it calls for.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;(I use extra moist Duncan Hines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1 box of chocolate pudding mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2 tub of white chocolate frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1 bar of your favorite dark chocolate bar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1can of cherry pie filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mix all ingredients required by cake mix and add your pudding mix to that. Mix for about&amp;nbsp; 5mins. the longer the better.Make sure to use an electric mixer it will make the cake mix creamy.Shave half of your chocolate bar into the cake mix. Fold in to mix with spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;(Do not use mixer for this part)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Divide mix into 2 cake pans. Bake according to time on box. Let cake cool enough for you to handle it. Cut each cake in half&amp;nbsp; so you have &lt;b&gt;4 round cakes&lt;/b&gt;. Spread 2-3 tbls of frosting on 3 of the 4 cakes and stack them up. Put the last layer on top. Lightly frost the whole cake top and side put it in the refrigerator for about 1hr. After 1 hr frost heavy with 2nd tub of frosting.Take the can of cherry pie filling and cover the top. Take the last half of your chocolate bar and shave it on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;**Note:This recipe is only for the real chocolate lover.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4720534118919121351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-love-chocolate-try-my-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4720534118919121351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4720534118919121351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-love-chocolate-try-my-chocolate.html' title='Do you Love Chocolate!    Try my Chocolate Chocolate Cherry Cake recipe it&#39;s wonderful!!!!'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-7461811325862200578</id><published>2010-03-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:10:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BS Girl</title><content type='html'>Okay I don&#39;t want people to think that I male bash I just feel like women are God&#39;s gift to men . More then often we get over looked on the job when it&#39;s promotion time, and taken for granted in the relationship. Too many times we are the first to come in and the last to leave at the end of the day. We are called in to close the deals and Lord knows we are the glue that holds the family together. I wonder if our successful men who have a wonderful women by their side realize that if we did not do our job in the home or as their support system they could not do their job in the office. I&#39;m a women first before I am a mother, wife, sister or daughter and it hurts me deeply to see women being taken advantage of. So&amp;nbsp; if you don&#39;t remember anything I say remember this BS Girl. This stands for Be Strong, Grow Independent and Respect Love. Be Strong because a woman&#39;s strength can over come any obstacles. When you Grow Independent you control your destiny. Always Respect Love&amp;nbsp; because that can be the last puzzle piece you been&amp;nbsp; looking for.&amp;nbsp; Please know that a strong woman is a good woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;B S&amp;nbsp; G i r l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;Be Strong, Grow Independent and Respect Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7461811325862200578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-i-dont-want-people-to-think-that-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/7461811325862200578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/7461811325862200578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-i-dont-want-people-to-think-that-i.html' title='BS Girl'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-6758147619130153620</id><published>2010-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:08:41.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want to say Thank You for taking the time out to read my blog and comment. If you know anyone that may enjoy reading please pass it on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Once more Thank You &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6758147619130153620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/6758147619130153620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/6758147619130153620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-3534081450140336854</id><published>2010-03-05T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:56:31.113-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brake ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Independent Women"/><title type='text'>My mean time guy called me up the other day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It was kind of strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I was stuck with nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In the past is where he was suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But instead he&#39;s in my present confronting me&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This is some bull shit we could have done with out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Now pump your break before those unresolved feelings come spilling out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So I take a second to get my composure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Think back and remember why it truly was over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just like a tornado the old memories come crashing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tossing my feeling from left to right back left again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m getting light headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I can barely breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Get a hold of yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Your stronger then this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;What happen to all that Independent Women shit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Remember all that dishonesty , lack of commitment and trust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Those were the things that made us a better us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Thanks for having my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I count to ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Take a deep breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;R-e-l-a-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hello Mr.&lt;br /&gt;
Long time no hear from&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could talk&lt;br /&gt;
But I really got to run&lt;br /&gt;
So I&#39;ll catch you around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Now that&#39;s the way the shit should be done! &lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3534081450140336854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mean-time-guy-called-me-up-other-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/3534081450140336854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/3534081450140336854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mean-time-guy-called-me-up-other-day.html' title='My mean time guy called me up the other day'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-1621025299279103666</id><published>2010-02-22T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:33:02.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being so damn easy!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a friend who would always say&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &quot;If you don&#39;t stand for something you will fall for anything&quot;&lt;/span&gt;. So I&#39;m challenging all my female family and friends and I ask you to challenge someone you
know. Tell a co-worker or email a special friend who may be having a hard
time realizing their self worth. To rise to the occasion and set the bar. Simply take a stand and demand more from your MAN. Begin to assert your self, go back to the check list. Make a list of ten things you look for in a mate and stick with it. Make the first two things deal breakers. What is a deal breaker? The deal breaker is something you can&#39;t live with out. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;They have it or you move on no questions asked.&lt;/span&gt; Lets revisit our morals go back to making him work for your time, your trust and eventually your love. Try the 90 day rule. Make him show you what kind of man he is what he truly have to bring to the table before you take him into your Temple.This next thing should go without saying but unfortunately it can&#39;t,&amp;nbsp; make him take you on a date (taking you to his house or you taking him to your house dose not qualify as a date) and then walk you to the door at the end of the night. Make him pull out the chair and open the door for you. I know this sounds old fashion and you are probably rolling your eyes but if he wants you he will do it and it will be refreshing for him to have a lady that acts as such. We as women determine the quality of our men and its time we take some blame.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; Stop being so damn easy!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then and only then we will begin to see respectful men by the boat load. Until we demand more we will continue to settle for less.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few words I took the time to look up because some times the real meaning of a word can get lost when its mixed in with a bunch of bull.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Assert&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Positive&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Woman&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Man&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Respect&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Set your soul free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we always want whats wrong for us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why set all these standards and boundaries only to give in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is it that the ones who love us are the first to give up hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why pretend love found you when you was searching every corner and den&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why act like things are okay when inside you want to break down and cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why not set your soul free and give it the strength to fly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1621025299279103666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-being-so-damn-easy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/1621025299279103666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/1621025299279103666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-being-so-damn-easy.html' title='Stop being so damn easy!!!'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-9016588624731908860</id><published>2010-02-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:33:53.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s my birthday!!!!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/9016588624731908860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/9016588624731908860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/9016588624731908860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-8094739969024748983</id><published>2010-02-12T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:45:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine&#39;s Day</title><content type='html'>OK &lt;b&gt;V-Day&lt;/b&gt; is here and I know some people are freaking out because they don&#39;t have a valentines, well I say for get it. Be your own valentine! No one can love you better then you love yourself. Here&#39;s what you do.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Valentine&#39;s Day To Do List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You start by sleeping in, get all the beauty sleep you need&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Make yourself a big beautiful fruit salad with nuts&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;( To keep you energized for the day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get dressed comfortable but cute&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get yourself a manicure and pedicure&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;On your way home call&amp;nbsp; in a to go order to your favorite restaurant&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When you get home run yourself&amp;nbsp; a nice hot bubble bath &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;( I like milk baths)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eat your meal to a soft light as you read a few chapters of your favorite book and sip on your favorite wine&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Curl up in your bed or on your coach and watch your favorite move&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;
Violets are blue&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;You must love yourself&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Before someone else can truly love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;PS Happy Valentine&#39;s Day Sweetie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8094739969024748983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/8094739969024748983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/8094739969024748983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentines-day.html' title='My Valentine&#39;s Day'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-4369517634573156650</id><published>2010-02-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:33:18.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is enough ever enough?</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know about you but I am so sick of all these story&#39;s about cheating ass me. How hard is it to just keep it in your pants? When is enough ever enough? But I think the thing that bugs me the most is that we as women have such a hard time just letting go. We think &quot;If I still love him then I can make it work&quot; no you CAN NOT. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just because you love someone dose not mean you have to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a lot of things I have going on inside&lt;br /&gt;
There are a lot of things I just can&#39;t hide&lt;br /&gt;
There are a lot of things I want to express&lt;br /&gt;
There are a lot of things I have to confess&lt;br /&gt;
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The love we shared was never gone&lt;br /&gt;
The love we shared still grows strong&lt;br /&gt;
The love we shared had such an appeal&lt;br /&gt;
The love we shared seemed so unreal&lt;br /&gt;
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I never thought love would be like this&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought we would have our one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought I would lose my friend&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought I would have to start again&lt;br /&gt;
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When it&#39;s time to move on&lt;br /&gt;
When it&#39;s time to be strong&lt;br /&gt;
When it&#39;s time to be sincere&lt;br /&gt;
When it&#39;s time to wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;re the one that pops in my mind&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I&#39;ll remember throughout time&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one, my only ture love&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re the one I&#39;ll always think of&lt;br /&gt;
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Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4369517634573156650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-about-you-but-i-am-so-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4369517634573156650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/4369517634573156650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-about-you-but-i-am-so-sick.html' title='When is enough ever enough?'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-10522185216150671</id><published>2010-02-07T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:17:45.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Boy how times have changed!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember going to the Super Bowl party all dressed up. I would have a few drinks, and get ready for the half time show.This year I&#39;m sitting in my living room with my soon to be three year old son sitting next to me and my two month old hanging from my breast.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Next year I&#39;m making my come back!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/10522185216150671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/10522185216150671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/10522185216150671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389487466604350870.post-831663142171936621</id><published>2010-02-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:25:59.377-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems about love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turning point"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY YOU CAN NEVER TRULY KNOW A PERSON. I&#39;VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT AND IT CAME TO ME TODAY. IT&#39;S NOT THAT YOU DON&#39;T KNOW A PERSON IT MAY BE THAT YOU KNOW THEM TOO WELL AND THE THINGS YOU HATE OR DON&#39;T LIKE YOU CHOSE TO IGNORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;100% NOT HEALTHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;TO ALL MY LADY’S SOMETIMES HE TRULY IS THE MEANTIME GUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;TO: MY MEANTIME GUY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;IT WASN&#39;T UNTIL THE OTHER DAY I WAS ABLE TO UNDERSTAND WHY I CAN&#39;T LET YOU GO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
NOT IN A PHYSICAL SINCE BUT MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
IN THE BEGINNING IT TOOK A LOT OF SELF RESTRAIN TO KEEP ME FROM CALLING YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;THE NIGHTS I FELL ASLEEP HOLDING MY PILLOW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
BUT AS WE BEGAN TO TALK I REALIZED THAT YOU MEAN MORE TO ME&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;BECAUSE YOU ARE MORE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
YOU ARE MY TURNING POINT&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;WHAT THEY CALL A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
AFTER YOU I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
SEE OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS MY GREEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; 
WHERE I NEEDED TO BE AT THAT PARTICULAR TIME OF MY LIFE SO I COULD GROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;GROW INTO A BETTER PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A BETTER WOMEN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
SO I KNOW YOUR THINKING:WHAT DOSE ALL THIS MEAN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
SIMPLY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;THANK YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU,FOR BEING THE TURNING POINT I NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME BECOME A NEW WOMEN, A BETTER WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME TO SEE SOMETIMES NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU WORK&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;OR HOW BAD YOU WANT SOMETHING&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
SOMETHINGS ARE JUST NOT MEANT TO BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; 
BE MEANING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; 
NOT YOURS TO HAVE AND TO HOLD FOR AS LONG AS YOU BOTH SHALL LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; 
BUT YOURS TO HAVE AND TO HOLD IN THE MEANTIME&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;WHILE YOU GROW TO YOUR FULL CAPACITY AS A WOMEN, AND THAT&#39;S OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;

FOR THAT I LOVE YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HART THAT NO ONE CAN FILL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;SO--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;ONCE AGAIN

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;FROM: YOUR FOREVER GRATEFUL GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/831663142171936621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-always-say-you-can-never-truly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/831663142171936621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389487466604350870/posts/default/831663142171936621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsgirlblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-always-say-you-can-never-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>BSGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493966010397560677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>