<?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-4867198868812773309</id><updated>2024-09-05T22:24:56.595-07:00</updated><category term="waking up"/><title type='text'>Cleo Cartel onebadchick!</title><subtitle type='html'>The good the bad and the ugly of being a self made mogul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-4667635900098938432</id><published>2015-10-22T13:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-22T13:19:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So about this week!</title><content type='html'>This week came with a bang of disappointments! Matter of fact to many to name. &amp;nbsp;Hump day I felt my lowest. This month has been super slow. Yes, I have had some huge accomplishments but I guess I still expect my days to be cracking. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps this is evaluation time, time to take an inventory of what needs to stay and what needs to go. Time to take advantage of some good napping, laughing and maybe some crying to cleanse this soul. &amp;nbsp;Im gonna use this time to clear out some clutter and meditate on God and his goodness. Start getting ready for an amazing 2016. Rotating crops and preparing my soil for a great harvest. So in closing down time means get it together for some positive change. We can all be better!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now that I&#39;m in my fresh years, the years of the best fruit to come. Before my harvest &amp;nbsp;it is important for me to decide what and who I must continue to be in company with because what I put in my soil right now is super important. &amp;nbsp;I would like the fruit I produce to be super rich in nutrients. The conversations we have, the hugs we share, the laughter we create, the experiences that produce the tears that cleanse. &amp;nbsp;The action behind all of it. The support, the loving and encouraging words, the showing up and being present. The ability to be selfless and access that special something in us that makes you check in, that connection of spirit. This post isn&#39;t meant to be super DEEP or soul shaking just saying it becomes important to be aware of the company you keep. Everyone doesn&#39;t always show up and sometimes that&#39;s a good thing. In order for us to be fresh, thrive and be healthy we need a great, loving, healing environment to do so!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here we go! and if you don&#39;t want to grow or what ever your hangup is we perhaps shouldn&#39;t be friends. Have a nice one.&lt;/div&gt;
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My first year of cultivating a garden/farm. What I learned about myself. TRUTH&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GARDENING THING FULL TIME IS NO JOKE. I learned that I am somewhat lazy, a procrastinator, impatient, inconsistent at times, moody! What it has taught me is more patience, a more loving spirit, more patience, sitting still, connecting with my god source, meditating on and with God, forgiving, letting go, when something has served it&#39;s purpose and it&#39;s time to go, let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taught me how I can tighten up a lot of area&#39;s in my other businesses. Funny thing about plants they don&#39;t lie, you can lie to them and neglect them, pretend your gonna be this earthy, aggy, universal spirit until that one crop dies from neglect and your lie and then another and another and then your garden screams &quot;Do I have your attention now&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;Shows you in your face kind of how you are in your relationships. You nurture them they thrive, you abuse them they die!&lt;br /&gt;Becoming this amazing gardener was impossible due to my own health not being optimal? You want healthy fruit but your not fit enough to tend the farm, the farm of love, the farm of life? My garden asked me almost everyday &quot;who are you Cleo Cartel&quot;. I had no idea what I was embarking in on this experience, I was just being obedient to spirit.&lt;br /&gt;The only experience I had in this gardening game was tending to my fathers plants in his greenhouse as a chore and watching my grandmothers in their gardens. I got it, by golly I got it granny. I get what kept you grounded, literally! Why you never let anything sway you from what was real FRUIT! Im laughing and crying as a write this thinking how far i&#39;ve come and how far i&#39;ve got to go.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t profess to be a super genius by far, thought I knew a few things. Come to find out, I have much, much more to learn and experience. This IS my story, my shit, my journey so don&#39;t get it twisted you don&#39;t have to apply this to any part of your being but me personally this here Garden has made me better. peace&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember thinking when I was a younger babe, I will have an amazing life, beautiful family and a wonderful home! I saw all the tv shows, picture books and magazine depict these images and therefore I was sold on it. I also grew up in a picturesque home myself, &amp;nbsp;mom and pop and dad and step mom! Im guessing that having morals has not been the key to having a successful partnership in anything! Business, nope! Friendship, nope! Spiritual, nope! &amp;nbsp;Relationships, hell no! So, lets rethink this I thought a long the way, but I don&#39;t want to be dogmatic or corrupt, mean or cruel, ahhhh or the worse to me a USER in order for me to have working relationships. So let me not get ahead of myself because this post is about something a little different than the picture I&#39;m painting, don&#39;t want to confuse you yet I did need to state the above facts for you to understand where I&#39;m going with this! As I sip on my cocktail&lt;br /&gt;
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yes one was needed as I get real personal with this one. By the way Shellback clear rum is amazing, &amp;nbsp;yes it is. Back to the post. Ahhh yes He love&#39;s me, He love&#39;s me not! I had the worst marriage ever. I am ok to say it now and it&#39;s the truth. Our friendship was great, marriage a parade of booooooo&#39;s! We had absolutely no business getting married! But we let all the things that people say are great reasons to get married, marry us! &amp;nbsp;Religion, waited to have sex after we were married, credit and money was cool, purchased a home together, all the shit you think is supposed to hold you down. Well I&#39;m here to tell you straight with no chaser, literally, not! &amp;nbsp;None of that shit matters and I mean none of it, if the people involved don&#39;t love God, themselves and EACH OTHER! &amp;nbsp;Sounds simple right, I know everything always does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LOVE, is unconditional and should be non emotional! &amp;nbsp;Love, has nothing to do with what I will and will not do for you. It&#39;s not a tool, commerce, exchange for goods or items!&lt;/div&gt;
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When you know that there is love the environment is a thriving, anything is possible because there is a wonder that exist that can carry you further than one can imagine. LOVE is GOD! We all know when that is present in your spirit, soul and heart all things are possible!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So in my release of this loveless relationship (give thanks) I had my aha moment ( for the record, I dislike that saying, but any who) what if you took some time Cleo to re-discover what was missing and what it is you will need to have better relationships altogether! &amp;nbsp;Yes, let&#39;s do that! For two years I was an understudy of Love (that will be another blog)! In short what I learned, love only needed me! &amp;nbsp;I was busy looking for reciprocation, kinda needy(hey the truth hurts)because that was what I was taught love should be like an exchange, you love me, I love you! &amp;nbsp;Our whole entire worlds would crash if and when we tell someone I love you and they don&#39;t say it back. New day, uh hello. I will never wait again for the &quot;right time to tell someone you love them and then die if they don&#39;t say it back&quot;! Yeah, so never doing that again!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I began to think about a mother and a child in the womb &amp;nbsp;the child knows nothing of this love but the mother automatically loves her unborn child not looking for anything in exchange, it&#39;s actually impossible because that child hasn&#39;t been born to display any feeling yet. Thats super unconditional love! Haaaa! So I said to myself, self my next intimate relationship I will love him like an unborn baby, no expectations! Guess what, it was amazing! It was the best relationship I ever had. &amp;nbsp;Because I decided it wasn&#39;t that important to have conditional Love. It was most important that I was the Love! He saw that and caught on. No traditional mess. Just unconditional love. No picking daises running around singing he love&#39;s me, he love&#39;s me not. &amp;nbsp;I love&#39;d me and then love&#39;d him! ahhhhh, life is good!&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/T1b7OJYiGh0?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My granny used to say, &quot;honey there is not enough makeup in the whole wide world to hide the pain in your eye&#39;s&quot;! I would hear her say that to my aunts as they tried to mask the heartbreak of a relationship gone bad. &amp;nbsp;Today it seems like everyone is hiding behind something. &amp;nbsp;A computer screen, designer shades, tinted windows of a fancy car or a big house in a gated community! You ever think (well let&#39;s say your the one in the conversation or relationship telling the absolute truth) does anyone even care about having authentic conversations or relationships that may show the transperency and vulnerability in one&#39;s core shell to be seen. Should we even be having thought provoking communication with individuals who don&#39;t care enough to let us be our authentic selves even if that means we are having an off day. So if everyone that we surround our selves with has to make it a point to be &quot;ON&quot; all the time or even fake just to be appealing how healthy is that? &amp;nbsp;Why do we hide at all? Aren&#39;t we loved enough to just be ourselves, what ever that is! Well what ever environment you foster is what you will most likely be or become. If it&#39;s a bunch of material ladened energy pushed, what happens when you can no longer produce that, are you still acceptable, RELEVANT? &amp;nbsp;I guess that&#39;s why we have so many toxic sayings like, fell off, wack, no longer hot, how old are they! Yes, this may be a lot to think about since we don&#39;t like to think anymore especially if it means we will have to do some work to do better! Here is a thought though, I am going to make a conscious effort to do and be me, on and off! Believing that the cats I run with will be like, I&#39;m cool with that, Cleo is just being her authentic self!&lt;br /&gt;
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You know sometimes you have to get up out of the bed and say, today I am going to do what feels good to me! Making sure that your spirit and soul is fed is an essential part of your daily get down! Sometimes I just like to lay there in my bed with some soft music playing and think, meditate on what I would like to be and what is possible to be. &amp;nbsp;Some may say I don&#39;t have the luxury of time for that and I say to you that is not a truth! Wake up earlier &amp;nbsp;or go to bed earlier so you can spend some mind time alone. I love massages and they&#39;re so affordable, especially a foot massage. I love museums and galleries. Creative energy stimulates my mind and excites my inner freshness! I love window shopping and a good lunch with a crazy fun friend! You don&#39;t always have to spend a lot of money to feel good either. You can go to a poetry reading or a book signing! Making love is an excellent feel good exercise or cuddling is another way to get those feel good endorphins going, those can last all day well into the week! Community work is an excellent way to get that smile on and not just yours but others, so get out and volunteer! What I&#39;m saying is you have the right to feel good! Now go out and figure what it takes to get you there everyday! 3L&#39;s love life and laughter!&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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On this beautiful Wednesday God gave most of us life but on this day he called home an amazing being, &quot;The Great Dr. Maya Angelou&quot;! Today we all will say that we were glad to have been in the presence of someone so brilliant! With every written word momma Maya captivated audiences and held minds and hearts in the palm of her hands. &amp;nbsp;A lyricist, griot, word maverick, mother of nation, queen and warrior! She had the energy of a fearless goddess entertaining the likes of champs, presidents, activists and royalty! Without a doubt she was a voice for women of a darker hue as well as voice for the voiceless! Speaking truths of struggle, real beauty and sometimes the pain of &quot;Black America&quot; as some would call and see it! With over 50 years of remarkable written works, Dr. Angelou traveled and lectured extensively almost up until she was called home!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Multi-talented barely seems to cover the depth and breadth of Maya Angelou&#39;s accomplishments. She is an author, actress, screenwriter, dancer and poet. Born Marguerite Annie Johnson, Angelou had a difficult childhood. Her parents split up when she was very young, and she and her older brother, Bailey, were sent to live with their father&#39;s mother, Anne Henderson, in Stamps, Arkansas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;As an African American, Angelou experienced firsthand racial prejudices and discrimination in Arkansas. She also suffered at the hands of a family associate around the age of 7: During a visit with her mother, Angelou was raped by her mother&#39;s boyfriend. Then, as vengeance for the sexual assault, Angelou&#39;s uncles killed the boyfriend. So traumatized by the experience, Angelou stopped talking. She returned to Arkansas and spent years as a virtual mute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Can you be honest and say, so yeah your not the only one or three Im dating. Or do you shut up and don&#39;t say shit! &amp;nbsp;This is seriously new to me because I have only ever dated just one person in hopes that that one person would perhaps become my husband. Well been there done that and it was a complete FAIL! &amp;nbsp;So now I am officially dating like 3 or 4! It&#39;s a lot of work, a lot of emotions and a lot of time! So the one guy that I was really considering making the number one, started acting super weird!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Up until that he was kind, respectful, official! &amp;nbsp;It was okay for him to initiate the dates but the moment I started suggesting things to do, it got different! He was like, ummm, hmmm, yeah so let me see? I was like wtf is this? I was a little tried about it to, so I said fuck it, you do you and Im gonna do me. Low and behold soon as I started being an asshole, it was like what are you doing, where you at, can I see you? &amp;nbsp;Insert &quot;blank stare&quot;? So when I was trying to initiate a more active role you were not feeling me but the minute I say fuck this shit I don&#39;t care one way or the other you&#39;re like wait don&#39;t forget about &quot;ME&quot;! &amp;nbsp;TOTALLY CONFUSED! I want to care but I&#39;m in a space where I don&#39;t understand and I just don&#39;t get It! Now the new guy I&#39;m dating, well let&#39;s just say he can hell of kiss good and you, you may just be on the midnight train to Georgia, solo! &amp;nbsp;In closing I really just want to say, I want to be in a loving space all the time, I don&#39;t want to be an asshole just to get my just due. But don&#39;t force my hand!&lt;br /&gt;
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And the origin of Memorial Day is no different. Some want to say it started out as &quot;Decoration Day,&quot; which was started in northern states in 1868, or that the first Civil War soldier&#39;s grave ever decorated was in Warrenton, Virginia, on June 3, 1861, implying the first Memorial Day occurred there. However, in my opinion laying flowers on a grave doesn&#39;t meet the standard.&lt;/div&gt;
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The overriding consensus is that the first &quot;Memorial Day&quot; was organized and held by former slaves in Charleston, S.C. in 1865 to honor Union troops who lost their lives in the Civil War and were buried nearby. &amp;nbsp;Here&#39;s part of the Wikipedia entry:&lt;/div&gt;
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The first widely publicized observance of a Memorial Day-type observance after the Civil War was in Charleston, South Carolina, on May 1, 1865. During the war, Union soldiers who were prisoners of war had been held at the Charleston Race Course; at least 257 Union prisoners died there and were hastily buried in unmarked graves. Together with teachers and missionaries, black residents of Charleston organized a May Day ceremony in 1865, which was covered by the New York Tribune and other national papers. The freedmen cleaned up and landscaped the burial ground, building an enclosure and an arch labeled, &quot;Martyrs of the Race Course.&quot; Nearly ten thousand people, mostly freedmen, gathered on May 1 to commemorate the war dead. Involved were about 3,000 school children newly enrolled in freedmen&#39;s schools, mutual aid societies, Union troops, black ministers, and white northern missionaries. &amp;nbsp; Most brought flowers to lay on the burial field. Today the site is used as Hampton Park. &amp;nbsp;Years later, the celebration would come to be called the &quot;First Decoration Day&quot; in the North.&lt;br /&gt;
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David W. Blight described the day:&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;This was the first Memorial Day. African Americans invented Memorial Day in Charleston, South Carolina. What you have there is black Americans recently freed from slavery announcing to the world with their flowers, their feet, and their songs what the war had been about. What they basically were creating was the Independence Day of a Second American Revolution.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though I&#39;m a military veteran, I didn&#39;t even know that history until I saw this on Twitter yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;
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KHARY PENEBAKER @kharyp &amp;nbsp;· &amp;nbsp;May 24&lt;br /&gt;
#MemorialDay was started by former slaves on May 1 1865 in Charleston, SC to honor 257 dead Union Soldiers #UniteBlue&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Memorial Day!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I want to talk about practice, no for real! This really is the truth in everything! What ever you want to excel in or have some success it takes practice, consistency, focus! Practice is a trip for a creative individual because it means you must revisit the same material over and over. If your like me that can prove to be boring! Hmmmnnn let&#39;s investigate boring though, boring is some bullshit! I am now convinced in order to get to the promise land of any project you sometimes have to do some boring shit. So there is no way around that, you can&#39;t always have the &quot;no work needed fun&quot; you must put in some hard work. Practice,&lt;br /&gt;
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it indeed makes perfect!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6216711133973799988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2013/04/been-while-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/6216711133973799988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/6216711133973799988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2013/04/been-while-im-back.html' title='Been a while! Im back!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZIEJFuFspLOVnTrfMivkDtvHvLHc3iIXwYjFGTZOtSH53J9aYzXWaR9g4KWwZpzl3pEHkBd-TFOSxIzpJgdLsVVge02FJ8h4w5NE68vpXxlT9tXvpCaoUfXYuedbJ4mtH9Dpn20mZIE/s72-c/398001_10151631409739966_1719668405_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-7181440992996463478</id><published>2012-05-29T12:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:48:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRTIGHT&#39;S REAL REVENGE!</title><content type='html'>This past Memorial day&#39;s festivities was so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;I could not have asked for a better time and well spent! In the Cali Cap we reside (sacramento) the function a bar-b-que @ the MooreHouse with all the members of the infamous Airtight arts Collective except for two, but hey the universe always has her way! Good food, good people and good conversation! Good potato salad, chicken, hot links and fried fish! Chef Parnell came through with the secret sauce that was delish! &amp;nbsp;After being away for three years it was good to see brother Vence aka Imheronlyson and I know I spelled that wrong but I&#39;m recovering from Tequila exhaustion! Oh my Khiry made the Malikers and it was on and poplin, people where leaning to the side., lol! Good times, good times peeps! We most def had our revenge on the town, ONE</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7181440992996463478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/airtights-real-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/7181440992996463478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/7181440992996463478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/airtights-real-revenge.html' title='AIRTIGHT&#39;S REAL REVENGE!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-6784873078573147398</id><published>2012-05-29T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:14:05.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old enough 2know better.</title><content type='html'>Things you should know by the age of thirty! Like if your a woman over thirty with a child over 10 you should be able to prepare 3 decent meals, 1breakfast, 1lunch, 1dinner! &amp;nbsp;Know how to clean a kitchen. Know the difference between Merlot which doesn&#39;t need to be chilled and all whites which should be chilled! The difference between black tie and a casual club outfit. How to put together a dinner party with real food, appetizers and cocktails. How to check the oil in your car! How to clean your car! How to bar-b-que at least a burger! How to talk without saying um a thousand times! I could go on and on, what are some other things?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6784873078573147398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/old-enough-2know-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/6784873078573147398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/6784873078573147398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/old-enough-2know-better.html' title='Old enough 2know better.'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-5837427036682610300</id><published>2012-05-29T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:03:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day that I live for me!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve learned some valuable lesson&#39;s these past month&#39;s! &amp;nbsp;I never really been selfish, my bad! I wish I had a selfish gene maybe I would be where I wanted to be a lot sooner! (maybe not) What I am noticing is that it&#39;s some selfish ass mofo&#39;s! I wanted to add that. In my creative space I will not apologize for the gifts that I have been blessed with! I am going to do them all to some degree, it&#39;s just so much fun! My freedom, my life, the breath I breathe is in my creative expression! I could never understand &amp;nbsp;why people try to convince you to be something your not when clearly you were meant to be exactly what you are! I live to pour out my soul on a canvas. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I can fly after I design and style a look for someone and they feel completely liberated, I did that! There is something about spirit and I&#39;m glad I got it! Im learning some other things like keeping my mouth shut, but also speak up and dare someone to not let me have my freedom of speech! I thank god for provision, yeah buddy! when your right the devil will rear it&#39;s ugly head so that you can see her or he for what they are. You know what I wish there was a retreat to get over a jealous spirit, i&#39;ve got some names for attendee&#39;s!&lt;br /&gt;
If you can&#39;t say something nice don&#39;t say nothing at all, I&#39;m practicing that. &amp;nbsp;Who said that?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5837427036682610300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/today-is-day-that-i-live-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/5837427036682610300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/5837427036682610300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/today-is-day-that-i-live-for-me.html' title='Today is the day that I live for me!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-2731000875887000678</id><published>2012-05-25T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T16:21:27.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For real Eddie and Rocsi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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What in the hell is going on. Does Rocsi from 106 and park date anyone that&#39;s not a celebrity. Next week she&#39;ll be pregnant and Eddie will be denying that baby! Ewww, I hope that this is a farce because I have seen it all. Eddie you need to stop runnin through everyone that will allow you to and just be a great grandpa (lol) cause you looking like you need to slllllllooooooowwwww down! Rocsi&#39;s like a bad dream, you keep trying to wake up but your still in the nightmare! Stay in your lane! What was her talent anyway? She the next LaLa, lol!&amp;nbsp;WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2731000875887000678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/for-real-eddie-and-rocsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/2731000875887000678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/2731000875887000678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/for-real-eddie-and-rocsi.html' title='For real Eddie and Rocsi!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGs44CfOb5hSCamoir2AAuUD573EzqN_B8tyq6SRf5wGIiJfUwlAzUbvhOLxiqdc685HXltrYYnpINk5eAdkiWtBM0R-nxlLXI9pRK95XGP_DR5oXKlGkbLlQmDo4qmIpr_UF61o14Vz4/s72-c/eddierocsi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-390238741806266433</id><published>2012-05-17T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T05:02:43.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not get side tracked! Focus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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You ever feel like you&#39;ve got to put on boxing gloves some days!&amp;nbsp; Some days hell I feel like i&#39;ve got to fight myself!&amp;nbsp; Going to the next level of what ever you are trying to succeed at is a struggle, or at least for me it is. This week has been the worst. Trying to move, can&#39;t move not even sure where im going!&amp;nbsp; Do I have a plan you ask, uh hello? Of course I have a plan, ask the question is my plan working? Ahhh now that&#39;s the question! Am I worried, nope! I have never been so content in my life! My cousin said all screaming, &quot;you need a truck&quot;. I figured hell someone else might need this shit! Where im going im getting all new stuff and it&#39;s just stuff!&amp;nbsp; She also said, this cousin of mine! You don&#39;t want to keep starting over it&#39;s hard so you should just take your stuff!&amp;nbsp; This stuff, has it brought me some type of super natural powers! No not at all, but thinking about this shit day in and day out has most definitely got me side tracked from what my goal is and that&#39;s LEAVING!&amp;nbsp; You know what its like to know you&#39;ve served your purpose in a certain place, space and time!&amp;nbsp; Im almost certain you should never take to much of the old into the new! You know this is a hard pill to swallow sometime you can&#39;t take certain people into your new space too!&amp;nbsp; Focus is an action that you must take very seriously, there will be all sorts of things to try and knock you off your hustle but you must stay focused.&amp;nbsp; Stay focused like a young lion cub eating it&#39;s first prey! It is a jungle out here, put on your boxing gloves, stay focused and don&#39;t get side tracked. Even if you&#39;ve got to fight yourself!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/390238741806266433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/do-not-get-side-tracked-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/390238741806266433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/390238741806266433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/05/do-not-get-side-tracked-focus.html' title='Do not get side tracked! 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Just a few things on this subject because it&#39;s bothering me! Whitney Houston was a grown woman! She lived wreck less and hardheaded also might I add selfishly too! There is only two people that I hold accountable for the death and destruction of one Whitney Houston that&#39;s herself and the drug dealers that continuously sold narcotics to her!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s funny how people want to blame Mr. Brown for his ex wifes addiction yet he has been sober for over 6 years.&amp;nbsp; Was it to hard for the world to except that Whitney was in love with a black man, married him and had black babies.&amp;nbsp; Or would it had been okay if she had married a Caucasian man instead and gotten a pass?&amp;nbsp; I guess everyone needs to find someone to blame for this terrible mess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another thing, why is it&amp;nbsp;everytime&amp;nbsp; an African american celebrity passes the media portrays them as some broke wanna be with so many financial woes that the families can&#39;t carry on with the celebrities affairs.&amp;nbsp; Case and point&amp;nbsp; Michael Jackson, (clearly that was a lie, he also made more money the week he died than Elvis&#39; whole career), James Brown, Whitney Houston also (clearly a lie, hell Whitney was the freakin producer and owned the rights to several Warner Brother and Disney box office smashes).&amp;nbsp; The list goes on and not to mention the verbal abuse the media casts on the entire name of the celebrity. Must I point it out, okay fine! Amy Winehouse loved her to death but she would be in public shooting up? Was she pinned a financially broken, needle poppin, herion hoe! Uh no, it was more&amp;nbsp;like poor Amy Winehouse???????&amp;nbsp; Did Amy Winehouse even own a home? 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I must admit I should have blogged a thousand times I have been in so many different experiences, situations, spaces and places that I would have tons of things to type about and share. Yet honestly I have been severely numb! You remember last time I turned a beautiful new age! I didn&#39;t celebrate it like I would have liked to I might have been a little sad about that!&amp;nbsp; Im wondering more often and willing to admit it, &quot;what in the hell am I doing?&quot;&amp;nbsp; Recently I&#39;ve become a tequila-ologist,&amp;nbsp;I hated the taste and smell of liquor. Uhh so now I love the taste of liquor, hmmmnn!&amp;nbsp;Im going to call this experimental dabbling, yep thats what it will be! Im surrounded by some very weird happenings. I need a new environment! Slow paced, small town, I can manufacture soap and think some things out? No.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I need to pack a back pack put some shit in storage and go, throw a dart at the world map (Queen Sheba style) and go?&amp;nbsp; Suggestions? I must admit also I am trying everything that I was afraid to do before, except drugs and one sexual position I refuse to try! So what&#39;s going on, when the hell is my aha moment coming or does that only come to middle age, millionaire, white actresses living next door to Oprah?&amp;nbsp; Have had a bunch of ahh hell naws but no aha&#39;s?&amp;nbsp; Ready for what&#39;s next, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
many blessings, babies!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8379757248615197472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/04/since-last-time-i-saw-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/8379757248615197472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/8379757248615197472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2012/04/since-last-time-i-saw-your-face.html' title='Since The last time I saw your face!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-8323203765854491463</id><published>2012-01-29T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T05:02:30.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ARCHITECTS!</title><content type='html'>I was built by THE MASTER PLANNER, early and I mean early as a child my father who was built by the same Master Architect taught my some good stuff that stuck with me and I follow it to a tee!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Be courageous! Un-Afraid of anyone but God!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Be authentic!&lt;br /&gt;
3. Be a woman of your word, even if it hurts or if there is no gain!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Do not compete, there is no competition! God already made me the Best at what I do!&lt;br /&gt;
5. Do not work for money!&lt;br /&gt;
6. Do not be a con, fake or opportunistic- what goes around comes back around- u can run but you can&#39;t hide!&lt;br /&gt;
7. Appreciate, celebrate and be excited about others Greatness- because they to were built by the same Master builder!&lt;br /&gt;
8. If you start something finish it, every lesson or learned thing can be a job or a career. Never stop learning new things and applying those things to your canvas. Those things are the elements that complete you, make you unique!&lt;br /&gt;
9. This one was big in our home as a child! There will be no jealousy in this house, slavery was the only separation we will experience! I will raise a child that is not concerned nor jealous of someones achievements,&lt;br /&gt;
talents or social status! You don&#39;t like what&#39;s going on, then change it!&lt;br /&gt;
10. Responsibility! own it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am an artist! I don&#39;t sculpt but who&#39;s to say that one day I may not try. It just hasn&#39;t been put into my spirit of interest yet! I am a poet, a hair stylist, an architect, a singer, a song writer, a fashion designer, a graphic artist,a make up artist, a music producer and engineer,&amp;nbsp; a creator of concepts, projects and unique brands, I am a chemist, a healer! I believe in my newness I will also be a film maker and a chef why put limits on what God made, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! Yes!&amp;nbsp; I am an individual who does not pattern herself after anyone else because that would be plan boring! Those who know me love me or not! Those who love me know that I will have hair that is long today and then tomorrow I will be bald! I will wear prom dresses with combat boots. Stilettos with pajamas and a fur coat!&amp;nbsp; Table cloths, napkin rings, woven baskets and pillow cases are all accessories if worn properly. Now at 40 years of age I refuse to impress, please or imitate to make one person happy, don&#39;t think so!&amp;nbsp; Baby im a lot and that&#39;s why I can&#39;t just have any old anybody in my circle, man or friend!&lt;br /&gt;
So here is a toast to the Chicks living up to their potential, possibilities and dreams!&lt;br /&gt;
To the individual and last but surely not least, here&#39;s to THE MASTER BUILDER!&lt;br /&gt;
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THE POWER OF SELF-MASTERY, LOL where have I heard that before. There are no mistakes people!&lt;br /&gt;
onebadchick, signing off!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The Power of Self Mastery ...if you 
    could have anything you wanted in life by committing to a plan for 30 days, 
    would you take on an audacious challenge? Tao Te Ching once said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Mastering 
    others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.TH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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Book of Galatians&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Life by the Spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29176&quot;&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh&lt;sup class=&quot;footnote&quot; value=&quot;[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-29176a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]&quot;&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians+5&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29176a&quot; title=&quot;See footnote a&quot;&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;; rather, serve one another humbly in love. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29177&quot;&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”&lt;sup class=&quot;footnote&quot; value=&quot;[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-29177b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]&quot;&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians+5&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29177b&quot; title=&quot;See footnote b&quot;&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29178&quot;&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29179&quot;&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; So I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29180&quot;&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;  For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit  what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so  that you are not to do whatever&lt;sup class=&quot;footnote&quot; value=&quot;[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-29180c&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote c&amp;quot;&amp;gt;c&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]&quot;&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians+5&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29180c&quot; title=&quot;See footnote c&quot;&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; you want. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29181&quot;&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29182&quot;&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29183&quot;&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29184&quot;&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;  and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did  before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of  God. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29185&quot;&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red;&quot;&gt; But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29186&quot; style=&quot;background-color: red;&quot;&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red;&quot;&gt; gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29187&quot;&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29188&quot;&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-29189&quot;&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt; Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Unlcle Dad!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3407477204908453638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/fruit-of-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/3407477204908453638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/3407477204908453638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/fruit-of-spirit.html' title='Fruit of The Spirit!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-3661935469466295914</id><published>2011-03-02T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:47:24.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY AT A TIME!</title><content type='html'>Well I have said it, but I don&#39;t think I followed it for myself. ROME WAS NOT BUILT IN ONE DAY. This has to be something that I really do understand but still fall back into! I need some feed back on this one. How much sacrifice does one have to commit to see progress in their projects. Maybe that question is reaching to far into the left field to ever get an answer that will suit me!&amp;nbsp; Let me ask this, is it wrong to want to do better, have a different lifestyle that doesn&#39;t reflect what your regular circumstances have been?&amp;nbsp; Is happiness important or overrated, im asking this because if it is important why don&#39;t the unhappy people change. I have a friend and I don&#39;t think he&#39;ll mind me mentioning his name as a matter of fact I&#39;ll keep him anonymous. Most of you know him he is a well known poet, i&#39;ll say that! We were having breakfast while conversing about life. In the midst of my comedic fest I noticed that he wasn&#39;t perceptive to my funnies and I was like wtf is going on here! But then I seriously started to tune into his emotional state this brotha was a wreck! I asked what was wrong, he replied everything. Whoa, he went into a spill that had to be like 2 hrs in a nut shell no happiness to be found in his world anywhere! How in the hell do we avoid that place.....Im sure as hell not going there anytime soon but have sympathy&amp;nbsp; for him and those who reside in that place regularly.&amp;nbsp; Do some of us like the attention that comes with this type of emotion, the what&#39;s wrong&#39;s, are u okay, can I help you, give me a hug. Am I an asshole for bringing that into play. Im not real needy so I don&#39;t know that&#39;s why im asking? My reasoning for bringing him into this blog is that he couldn&#39;t see his blessings for his own self torment or that he is a blessing.&amp;nbsp; His happiness was right there everyday he just needed to change his mind state and&amp;nbsp; get off that auto pilot misery im a poet in pain shit. Okay that bothered me because if that&#39;s the end results of living out your dreams then damn it we don&#39;t have much to look forward too! Ahhhhhhh revelation, number 1, (side bar, thank you holy spirit)&amp;nbsp; there is a such thing as trying to do to much in one day. Pace yourself friends.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot to be done on your journey and it can be enjoyed to the fullest if you take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)&lt;/u&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &lt;b&gt;Sympathy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;   When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And the river flows like a stream of glass; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;     When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And the faint perfume from its chalice steals — &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know what the caged bird feels!  &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know why the caged bird beats his wing &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;     Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For he must fly back to his perch and cling &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;     And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And they pulse again with a keener sting — &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know why he beats his wing!  &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;     When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When he beats his bars and he would be free; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It is not a carol of joy or glee, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;     But a prayer that he sends from his heart&#39;s deep core, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings — &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know why the caged bird sings!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3661935469466295914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/3661935469466295914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867198868812773309/posts/default/3661935469466295914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleocartelonebadchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-day-at-time.html' title='ONE DAY AT A TIME!'/><author><name>The Yummi Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02312413546276507290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWX2w9way_HDOSXjrPBmvqbYbHRGzQhdIsccvLrUJ-QbbVdcGFYzqRd6hrXjgI40cFHLZwKsStxZsB45Qjl2EoRVfNwm6EUTPSQn49J4bDjk9X678aO7M62LJYLk6CAg/s220/98.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867198868812773309.post-8267519410533289163</id><published>2011-02-08T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:46:59.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this get any easier?</title><content type='html'>Im not complaining, I promise im not! Being a self proclaimed mogul is tough! Where in the hell is your support staff? Uh, hello Cleo that takes money!&amp;nbsp; Where are the graphic teams, the customer service staff? Uh, money! Oh yes that thing, the mighty dollar!&amp;nbsp; The dollar is held tighter than leather gloves in people&#39;s hand this day, but why does it seem to slide out of my hand like sand? This blog I am apologizing&amp;nbsp; in advance because this bad boy is going to become a rant, I can see that already. So get in, buckle up and just take the damn ride already.&amp;nbsp; Many sleepless nights and I do mean many come along with the want to do better! I want to do better, I want to live better, I want to eat better, travel better, look better! I don&#39;t how ever want to freakin struggle as I attempt to do better! Some of you might say &quot;well without struggle there&#39;s no progress&quot; funk that, I know struggle like no bodies business and I am declaring victory over struggling........ The time is here to reap the benefits of sacrifice and struggle. Am I wrong to declare this? I REFUSE TO GO BACK!&amp;nbsp; I say this in the morning, before I go to bed, brushing my teeth, while im working, while im creating. Have you ever felt in your life that there were some things you were just never going to do again. I have several. Live in Sacramento, date a man with locs, wear plastic shoes (except for my plastic chanel flats, I mean come on there hell of fly) eat fast food (lord help me with this one) compromise my feelings for the sake of having a man, fly Delta airlines, pretend to like the sex when in fact I want to throw up, pretend to like your mother, pretend to like your father, pretend to like your sister, ride in a ford focus, ride in a ford focus in the summertime in Sacramento, wear fur boots, bite my tongue when having a heart to heart with a friend.&amp;nbsp; Those are just some of the things I will never go back too!&amp;nbsp; Just for the record I never purchased a ford focus, why did they make this car (lord I am grateful).When I do a job, what ever it is and y&#39;all know that I have a lot of jobs ( got to use all my gifts so that I don&#39;t eva eva eva eva eva eva have to go back to Sacramento ).&amp;nbsp; So why is it that people always want to do you wrong.&amp;nbsp; If someone does a job for you and they finish it even if it is done poorly you must pay them, you just don&#39;t use them again. Do your research, your bad, sorry!&amp;nbsp; Back to does this get any easier, well let&#39;s see! It&#39;s 3 am in the morning and I can hear someone hauling stuff from there back yard, sounds like work to me. Did it get easier for them, apparently not. Leaving you with a few qoutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t wish it were easier, wish you were better. Don’t wish for fewer  problems, wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenges, wish  for more wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Earl Shoaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Every now and then, when the world sits just right, a gentle breath of heaven fills my soul with delight...&quot;  &lt;i&gt;Hazelmarie ‘Mattie’ Elliott&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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