<?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-1060237884080568339</id><updated>2025-12-14T20:05:57.030-08:00</updated><category term="Candy"/><category term="Super Nintendo"/><category term="tv shows"/><category term="10 years ago"/><category term="All my Life"/><category term="BTH"/><category term="Barney"/><category term="Boyz II Men"/><category term="Candy Rain"/><category term="Chris Tucker"/><category term="Doug"/><category term="Down Low Remix"/><category term="Drink"/><category term="Fresh Prince"/><category term="Friday"/><category term="Fruit Stripes"/><category term="Gullah Gullah Island"/><category term="Hand games"/><category term="Hands Down 85"/><category term="I&#39;m back"/><category term="Ice Cube"/><category term="Intro"/><category term="Jada Pinkett"/><category term="KCi and JoJo"/><category term="Living Single"/><category term="Magic School Bus"/><category term="Martin"/><category term="New Banner"/><category term="Nintendo"/><category term="Orbitz"/><category term="Phat"/><category term="Pogs"/><category term="Power Rangers"/><category term="Queen Latifah"/><category term="R.Kelly"/><category term="RnB"/><category term="Rude Boys"/><category term="Set It Off"/><category term="Soul For Real"/><category term="Starburst Fruit Twists"/><category term="Starter Jackets"/><category term="Super Soaker"/><category term="Surge"/><category term="TGIF"/><category term="The Lion King"/><category term="Theme Song"/><category term="Vivica A. Foxx"/><category term="Walker Texas Ranger"/><category term="aaliyah"/><category term="being poor is sad"/><category term="cartoon"/><category term="dominique dawes"/><category term="games"/><category term="gas"/><category term="joke"/><category term="just for me"/><category term="keith sweat"/><category term="myspace"/><category term="new school year"/><category term="pacifiers"/><category term="rumor"/><category term="talking nano baby"/><category term="the cut"/><category term="troll dolls"/><category term="walkman"/><title type='text'>iHEARTtha90s...80&#39;s born 90&#39;s bred.</title><subtitle type='html'>Talking about that great decade known as the 90s.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-7207492451434564453</id><published>2008-12-22T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:04:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every young black girls nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_w-xnxyS8Vq-n2xfCrLM5YclsgK5UcTTwMwVenhcE9A9KQUzSfMqM4q8YH9LddHjCAe3OSQTnKTHtNre2q20ufcPM9ymf-dY4iyD36QM4zUZmZtE3x5Bihr-jcsgO3yE-8er8UQHX_Fk/s1600-h/hot+comb.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282738590895705410&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_w-xnxyS8Vq-n2xfCrLM5YclsgK5UcTTwMwVenhcE9A9KQUzSfMqM4q8YH9LddHjCAe3OSQTnKTHtNre2q20ufcPM9ymf-dY4iyD36QM4zUZmZtE3x5Bihr-jcsgO3yE-8er8UQHX_Fk/s320/hot+comb.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;It’s time to get your hair straightened with that hot comb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m talking about the one your mama heated up on the stove. That was the scariest thing in the world! Getting burned with that hot combed burned like hell! I never wanted my mother to get the nape of my neck. I was so afraid she would burn me, so what would I do scrunch up my shoulder’s which she hated. She would burn me occasionally. I used to always hold me ears too because I got burned a couple of times on my ears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I know that girls didn&#39;t just get their hair straightened in the 90s, but this whole blog is dedicated to my childhood and the 90s just happened to be then so that&#39;s why I&#39;m talking about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/7207492451434564453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/7207492451434564453?isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7207492451434564453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7207492451434564453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-young-black-girls-nightmare.html' title='Every young black girls nightmare.'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_w-xnxyS8Vq-n2xfCrLM5YclsgK5UcTTwMwVenhcE9A9KQUzSfMqM4q8YH9LddHjCAe3OSQTnKTHtNre2q20ufcPM9ymf-dY4iyD36QM4zUZmZtE3x5Bihr-jcsgO3yE-8er8UQHX_Fk/s72-c/hot+comb.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-601610509305564430</id><published>2008-12-22T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:56:55.735-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for me"/><title type='text'>J-U-S-T-F-O-R-M-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6tmBlux2Ja21MuqneDmGM85NlP93YHNSHIhLD_PmsvXgz2m3Sz7cGUi5XMdsReSShpdhhQv44vnPdxxFXbuEt-xmxAmQETJn8fzX0ap_m1VIpVU7cFUTOeJZdpRwa0Uh9V-ATPaU964/s1600-h/untitled.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282736509745773410&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6tmBlux2Ja21MuqneDmGM85NlP93YHNSHIhLD_PmsvXgz2m3Sz7cGUi5XMdsReSShpdhhQv44vnPdxxFXbuEt-xmxAmQETJn8fzX0ap_m1VIpVU7cFUTOeJZdpRwa0Uh9V-ATPaU964/s320/untitled.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my goodness that was my perm as a child. I loved that perm because of the song and also because in certain boxes the song came on a tape inside.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/601610509305564430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/601610509305564430?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/601610509305564430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/601610509305564430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-u-s-t-f-o-r-m-e.html' title='J-U-S-T-F-O-R-M-E'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6tmBlux2Ja21MuqneDmGM85NlP93YHNSHIhLD_PmsvXgz2m3Sz7cGUi5XMdsReSShpdhhQv44vnPdxxFXbuEt-xmxAmQETJn8fzX0ap_m1VIpVU7cFUTOeJZdpRwa0Uh9V-ATPaU964/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-6229630486145352755</id><published>2008-12-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:05:59.344-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All my Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="KCi and JoJo"/><title type='text'>All My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do ya’ll remember Kci and JoJo’s All My Life.  That was like the couple’s anthem in what ‘98(I think).  That song had to be played @ like everyone’s wedding.  Every time I turned on the radio I remember hearing it even on the YT station.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/GO62fAO8NII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/GO62fAO8NII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/6229630486145352755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/6229630486145352755?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/6229630486145352755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/6229630486145352755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-my-life.html' title='All My Life'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-8547998866201690347</id><published>2008-12-20T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:52:39.269-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gullah Gullah Island"/><title type='text'>Gullah Gullah Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVQYeZFwcNF8R4D0BEOLAp0_HyzTbZjqkYoKjp7zpZzCk0SOzglbf8P968b5ttqj5I9YTE8YKsESe2euWY6OFeDD_Tcs6SwEHhgV6cgw8QXTigHYR8Dfm7rMdSeZSZOPTFzmq5Q_ST3k/s1600-h/gullah+gullah+island.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282032234137730690&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVQYeZFwcNF8R4D0BEOLAp0_HyzTbZjqkYoKjp7zpZzCk0SOzglbf8P968b5ttqj5I9YTE8YKsESe2euWY6OFeDD_Tcs6SwEHhgV6cgw8QXTigHYR8Dfm7rMdSeZSZOPTFzmq5Q_ST3k/s320/gullah+gullah+island.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^^That&#39;s the only picture I could find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my show. I remember I found out about this Nick Jr. show when I was in the 3rd grade. This was great. This show showed an African American family with a mother and a father that lived in Charleston, South Carolina dealing with everyday life by singing. They also had that great little pollywog that could dance its behind off Binyah, Binyah. This show still comes on but @ 4am on Noggin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Wow3g5rGw5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Wow3g5rGw5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/8547998866201690347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/8547998866201690347?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/8547998866201690347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/8547998866201690347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/gullah-gullah-island.html' title='Gullah Gullah Island'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVQYeZFwcNF8R4D0BEOLAp0_HyzTbZjqkYoKjp7zpZzCk0SOzglbf8P968b5ttqj5I9YTE8YKsESe2euWY6OFeDD_Tcs6SwEHhgV6cgw8QXTigHYR8Dfm7rMdSeZSZOPTFzmq5Q_ST3k/s72-c/gullah+gullah+island.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-2124732494198043880</id><published>2008-12-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:15:19.879-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jada Pinkett"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Queen Latifah"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Set It Off"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vivica A. Foxx"/><title type='text'>Movies of the 90’s Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8e1IENZAB5-hrDz6UGlK9oSYSYsUN_K7vJShIvqUjjBCddtry5MljJbO4pEWj_BROzFwxeY8FPUCMe05eoTF4Cg7JkrvxGqYIKAbdUsXh6mWnwDXoCianhVYxy9cGB120zrmwvUKMFKo/s1600-h/set+it+off.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282030126674666562&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8e1IENZAB5-hrDz6UGlK9oSYSYsUN_K7vJShIvqUjjBCddtry5MljJbO4pEWj_BROzFwxeY8FPUCMe05eoTF4Cg7JkrvxGqYIKAbdUsXh6mWnwDXoCianhVYxy9cGB120zrmwvUKMFKo/s320/set+it+off.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a great movie. I loved watching it. This movie made you laugh, cry, and cheer. This movie was the one they solidified the thoughts in the people’s minds that yeah Queen Latifah aka Cleopatra liked them girls. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen this movie so you don’t have to pay attention to my synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of 4 inner city women tired of their jobs of being janitors, so they come up with the plan of robbing banks. They robbed a few and got away with it but soon the evidence turned to them&lt;br /&gt;**Yeah I know that was short but that was all I could think of!**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/2124732494198043880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/2124732494198043880?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2124732494198043880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2124732494198043880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies-of-90s-part-2.html' title='Movies of the 90’s Part 2'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8e1IENZAB5-hrDz6UGlK9oSYSYsUN_K7vJShIvqUjjBCddtry5MljJbO4pEWj_BROzFwxeY8FPUCMe05eoTF4Cg7JkrvxGqYIKAbdUsXh6mWnwDXoCianhVYxy9cGB120zrmwvUKMFKo/s72-c/set+it+off.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-4412044122589623223</id><published>2008-12-20T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:06:59.984-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris Tucker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ice Cube"/><title type='text'>Movies of the 90’s Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5Gd-4lUxjEzNx191IjuvK_W4rL0gMi6tgAvxWLXPunHUGvD5kCb38InDMHbFJK8JSU9EZsMBVngTaQiZcpzfv8-i2YrRsQ0Oc-82mRofIZbA8fU_3RGqcGpHtjKl6zAtgEMVhXn2HvA/s1600-h/friday.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282027961240212130&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5Gd-4lUxjEzNx191IjuvK_W4rL0gMi6tgAvxWLXPunHUGvD5kCb38InDMHbFJK8JSU9EZsMBVngTaQiZcpzfv8-i2YrRsQ0Oc-82mRofIZbA8fU_3RGqcGpHtjKl6zAtgEMVhXn2HvA/s320/friday.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This has got to be my #1 favorite movie. This movie still makes me laugh until this day. Okay I’m going to make my own synopsis but since this is a movie of he 90s I pretty sure you’ve seen this movie more than once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig is a young man that has gotten fired from his job because he got caught on camera stealing boxes(which he claims he didn’t do). Without having a job his best friend Smokey comes over to hang with him and get him high. Craig has never smoked a day in his life(yeah right). Okay, so his friend Smokey who is a drug dealer and smoker gets in trouble with his “boss” Big Worm for doing more smoking than selling and has to come up with $500 dollars by 8pm(I think). Along the way mayhem and funny times occur with Dana, Stanley, Debo, Felicia(The Crack head), and Ezel(the bum).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/4412044122589623223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/4412044122589623223?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4412044122589623223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4412044122589623223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies-of-90s-part-1.html' title='Movies of the 90’s Part 1'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5Gd-4lUxjEzNx191IjuvK_W4rL0gMi6tgAvxWLXPunHUGvD5kCb38InDMHbFJK8JSU9EZsMBVngTaQiZcpzfv8-i2YrRsQ0Oc-82mRofIZbA8fU_3RGqcGpHtjKl6zAtgEMVhXn2HvA/s72-c/friday.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-5807578295678460354</id><published>2008-12-20T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:56:55.559-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Boys"/><title type='text'>It’s written all over your what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Face. I used to love that song. Also, Gerald Levert was on the track and who didn’t love Mr. No Casanova. I’ll say it again music was great in the 90s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cLp0H6ckknc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cLp0H6ckknc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/5807578295678460354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/5807578295678460354?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/5807578295678460354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/5807578295678460354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-written-all-over-your-what.html' title='It’s written all over your what??'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-2382165900760251992</id><published>2008-12-20T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:55:14.493-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Down Low Remix"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="R.Kelly"/><title type='text'>Gotta Keep It</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;On the down low. I remember watching this video because my sister loved the song. I thought the video was funny especially with R.Kelly in the arm sling, but isn’t it sad that Jamie’s Fancy got her behind beat doooown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah “I’m in the front he’s in the back, I’m in the back he’s in the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/maSh3dvQDY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/maSh3dvQDY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/2382165900760251992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/2382165900760251992?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2382165900760251992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2382165900760251992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-keep-it.html' title='Gotta Keep It'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-7694350388269007660</id><published>2008-12-14T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:06:51.752-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I&#39;m back"/><title type='text'>Not since August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven&#39;t posted anything since August!! I have been so busy this year I didn&#39;t know that this semester was going to be extremely busy.  That&#39;s why I loved the 90s I didn&#39;t have to worry about a thing! But since I&#39;m finished with this semster I&#39;ll be posting more about the decade I loved!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/7694350388269007660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/7694350388269007660?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7694350388269007660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7694350388269007660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-since-august.html' title='Not since August...'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-7795268792826627034</id><published>2008-08-12T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:02:16.445-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Candy Rain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RnB"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Soul For Real"/><title type='text'>My Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops? You&#39;re the same as my &quot;Candy Rain&quot; was that not the joint back in the day and who knew them boys were from Britain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul For Real--Candy Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/Hn8Fs8PtCa/aus=&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/bubbl3z/music/uAuyDlBG/soul_4_real_candy_coated_raindrops/&quot;&gt;Candy Coated Raindrops - Soul 4 Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/v/s4MVKsAIrs/aus=&quot; pv=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/rnbvideos/video/sufTO-rR/soul_for_real_candy_rain/&quot;&gt;Candy Rain - Soul For Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/v/DGD1H_gRWY/aus=&quot; pv=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/rnbvideos/video/vXB0IWdj/soul_for_real_candy_rain/&quot;&gt;Candy Rain - Soul For Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy D&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Soul For Real&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/7795268792826627034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/7795268792826627034?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7795268792826627034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/7795268792826627034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love.html' title='My Love...'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-2757022519045123918</id><published>2008-08-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:27:10.744-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="keith sweat"/><title type='text'>Stupid Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Alright, who killed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Keith Sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;strong&gt;Nobody&lt;/strong&gt;. Get it because that was the name of his song. Forgot where I got that joke from but I thought it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/MDse8MQ1m1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/MDse8MQ1m1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/2757022519045123918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/2757022519045123918?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2757022519045123918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2757022519045123918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-joke.html' title='Stupid Joke'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-5875558494265984273</id><published>2008-08-07T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:28:21.888-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aaliyah"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rumor"/><title type='text'>Rumor, Rumor, Rumor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know about ya&#39;ll but where I&#39;m from when we heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Aaliyah&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &quot;&lt;strong&gt;Are You That Somebody&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; the baby in the background was supposed to be hers and R.Kelly&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/XHnzjV8SaEY&amp;amp;hl=&quot; fs=&quot;1&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/5875558494265984273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/5875558494265984273?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/5875558494265984273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/5875558494265984273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/rumor-rumor-rumor.html' title='Rumor, Rumor, Rumor'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-8813823452135053947</id><published>2008-08-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:06:08.731-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dominique dawes"/><title type='text'>I wanna be like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beautifulblackwomen.net/img/women/dominique-dawes8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.beautifulblackwomen.net/img/women/dominique-dawes8.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dominiquedawes.com/&quot;&gt;Dominique Dawes&lt;/a&gt;. I remember growing up I was a fan of hers. A black girl doing gymnastics. Gotta Love It.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/8813823452135053947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/8813823452135053947?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/8813823452135053947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/8813823452135053947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-be-like.html' title='I wanna be like...'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-1411897544162333639</id><published>2008-08-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:57:49.473-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hands Down 85"/><title type='text'>One of my favorite games was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;playing Hands Down 85. It was just something fun to do I don&#39;t know what else you would call it because it wasn&#39;t a hand game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Hands Down 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Gonna Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Names Up____(Whatever noun you wanted to put in there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;1 a piece you know a piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;No hesitation, No concentration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Starting With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;________(Your Name Here)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/1411897544162333639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/1411897544162333639?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1411897544162333639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1411897544162333639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-my-favorite-games-was.html' title='One of my favorite games was...'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-1918366216034548960</id><published>2008-08-05T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:53:48.312-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="troll dolls"/><title type='text'>Did you have one?`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://shopping.hobidas.com/image-resources/far-east/GOODS/CHARACTERS/TROLL/TROLL-BANK-GR1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://shopping.hobidas.com/image-resources/far-east/GOODS/CHARACTERS/TROLL/TROLL-BANK-GR1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I know my sister&#39;s friends used to have some. I never had one though them thangs looked funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/1918366216034548960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/1918366216034548960?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1918366216034548960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1918366216034548960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-have-one.html' title='Did you have one?`'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-9155731019759022865</id><published>2008-08-05T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:51:10.645-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doug"/><title type='text'>Killer Tofu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;re wondering what&#39;s up with that title then you must&#39;ve not watched &lt;strong&gt;Doug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this was my show. I loved the story about a boy named &lt;strong&gt;Doug &lt;/strong&gt;who was in love with &lt;strong&gt;Patty Mayonaise&lt;/strong&gt; and had the blue friend named &lt;strong&gt;Skeeter&lt;/strong&gt;. I used to love watching &lt;strong&gt;Doug&lt;/strong&gt; and then the Rugrats M-F @ 7pm on Nickelodeon. Oh and how could I forget about his cool dog Porkchop. I still think to this day that &lt;strong&gt;Skeeter&lt;/strong&gt; was black. I couldn&#39;t stand his sister &lt;strong&gt;Judi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Beebe Bluff&lt;/strong&gt; and of course &lt;strong&gt;Roger&lt;/strong&gt;!! Remember his crazy neighbor &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Dink&lt;/strong&gt; who always bought stupid stuff and it broke on him. I loved the songs that used to be on the show like &quot;I need more allowance&quot; and &quot;Killer Tofu&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/9155731019759022865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/9155731019759022865?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/9155731019759022865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/9155731019759022865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/killer-tofu.html' title='Killer Tofu'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-6716562151645493493</id><published>2008-08-05T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:47:17.309-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pacifiers"/><title type='text'>You are too grown for that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwKJLwJea57d0ajhoQfdau9lTP1ZPwuhMvj1fT1js1DX0jXH4OkymHFAk8KEOS-qvyElSZjHU7dRi0pmW2VnDFqyAzCunPytzxs2G6uAX7gyqztmuepXODN0FcYZMCmUVV2P0GSYZqAA/s1600-h/paciifers.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231229429791778626&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwKJLwJea57d0ajhoQfdau9lTP1ZPwuhMvj1fT1js1DX0jXH4OkymHFAk8KEOS-qvyElSZjHU7dRi0pmW2VnDFqyAzCunPytzxs2G6uAX7gyqztmuepXODN0FcYZMCmUVV2P0GSYZqAA/s320/paciifers.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I remember when my sister and her friends used to walk around w/a pacifier in their mouths. They know they were too grown for that. Teenagers walking around with pacifiers in their mouths and on their keychains. What was the big deal with that trend? I remember my sister got a &quot;glass&quot; one from the hair store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230118384669250&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLJPhX7Z7b6eK6yzpe2uKGEQp2ztepegoR2oFBOFlmv8O3lwxyvWbY6ikFBPjvAzxftnZxX-Bosg23QPPtumooFLAhiBQKYUFfyvgxqI8gWlbCZCoWXo9tY6SSBDwF3UcPGNYtb6ZX7g/s320/pacifierside.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/6716562151645493493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/6716562151645493493?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/6716562151645493493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/6716562151645493493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-too-grown-for-that.html' title='You are too grown for that!'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwKJLwJea57d0ajhoQfdau9lTP1ZPwuhMvj1fT1js1DX0jXH4OkymHFAk8KEOS-qvyElSZjHU7dRi0pmW2VnDFqyAzCunPytzxs2G6uAX7gyqztmuepXODN0FcYZMCmUVV2P0GSYZqAA/s72-c/paciifers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-111063484199440555</id><published>2008-08-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:46:01.140-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="myspace"/><title type='text'>I&#39;ve come into the new millenium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;and I have a myspace page, so add me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myspace.com/nothingliketheninetys&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;http://myspace.com/nothingliketheninetys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/111063484199440555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/111063484199440555?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/111063484199440555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/111063484199440555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-come-into-new-millenium.html' title='I&#39;ve come into the new millenium'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-2115271506961553882</id><published>2008-08-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:56:17.827-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being poor is sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new school year"/><title type='text'>Start of the new year.</title><content type='html'>I was talking with my friend about how we used to love in elementary school and middle how the beginning of the school year usually started on a Thursday, which meant that you could pretend that you had more clothes than you actually had. Then they ruined it for us all starting school on a Monday!! They knew us poor folk needed to pretend we had money! Boy was I poor, I only got new clothes in August(new school year) and December(Christmas) oh and we always had to get windbreakers and boots. &lt;strong&gt;Being poor is sad&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but remember to be grateful for everything you have because somewhere there is someone worse off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/2115271506961553882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/2115271506961553882?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2115271506961553882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2115271506961553882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-new-year.html' title='Start of the new year.'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-4749011740657646734</id><published>2008-08-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:43:42.817-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Lion King"/><title type='text'>I Hate You SCAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Walt-Disney/The-Lion-King-Poster-C10053913.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Walt-Disney/The-Lion-King-Poster-C10053913.jpeg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Yes, I did! He was so wrong. How are you going to kill your own brother and then tell your nephew that it was his fault! He was a real SOB. If you don&#39;t know what or who I&#39;m talking about then where have you been? In my opinion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;THE LION KING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the best cartoon movie of the &#39;90s I mean it was set in Africa, hello! And it was just a great story overall. Simba was just too cute and so was Nala. Those hyenas were hilarious and everyone couldn&#39;t stand Scar. My favorite part and the saddest part of the movie was when Mufasa got killed(I cried too!) Boy, I need to watch that movie because I haven&#39;t seen it in the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey even though &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan Taylor Thomas&lt;/strong&gt; did the voice of Young Simba did you know who the singing voice of Young Simba was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Weaver&lt;/strong&gt;!!(Smart Guy, ATL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/4749011740657646734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/4749011740657646734?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4749011740657646734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4749011740657646734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-you-scar.html' title='I Hate You SCAR!!'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-3635390285555047431</id><published>2008-08-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:55:20.252-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hand games"/><title type='text'>E.T....E.T....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;E.T from outer space he has an ugly face, sitting in the rocker, eating betty crocker, watching the clock go tick tock, tick tock shawawa(sp)(x2), a-b-c-d-e-f-g betta get your mama off of me, betta get your mama off of me musha, musha, musha, freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^I don&#39;t even know how to spell some of those words. But if you don&#39;t that was a song to a hand game my friends and I used to play. We used to love to play hand games on the playground, in the neighborhood, on field trips. Do girls even play hand games anymore?? I wouldn&#39;t have the slightest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite hand games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slide&lt;/strong&gt;-Slide baby 1, 1 that&#39;s one.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down Down Baby&lt;/strong&gt;- Down down the roller coaster, sweet sweet baby I&#39;ll never let you go shimmy shimmy cocoa puff, shimmy ow,(x2)(then after that part there were different things girls would say)I like coffee I like tea I like this black boy he likes me so step off white boy you don&#39;t get no shine I&#39;ll get a a black boy to kick your behind--that&#39;s the one I used to say alot and plus I can&#39;t remember the others right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to play &lt;strong&gt;Rockin&#39; Robin&lt;/strong&gt; w/4 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin&#39; Robin tweet twee da lee(sp)(x2) Mama&#39;s in the kitchen cookin rice daddy&#39;s on the corner shootin dice, brother&#39;s in jail raising hell, sister&#39;s on the corner selling fruit cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama&#39;s having a baby&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s going crazy&lt;br /&gt;If it&#39;s a girl I&#39;ll give it a curl&lt;br /&gt;If it&#39;s a boy I&#39;ll give it a toy&lt;br /&gt;If it&#39;s twins I&#39;ll wrap &#39;em up in toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;send them up the elevator&lt;br /&gt;First floor don&#39;t stop&lt;br /&gt;Second floor don&#39;t stop&lt;br /&gt;Third Floor don&#39;t stop till your hands get hot&lt;br /&gt;^^Didn&#39;t know the name of that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophisticated Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sophisticated Lady, that me&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated Mama, that&#39;s you&lt;br /&gt;Well, my name is _________ and I&#39;m foxy fine&lt;br /&gt;If you tip me over I will blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;and that&#39;s all I remember from that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/3635390285555047431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/3635390285555047431?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/3635390285555047431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/3635390285555047431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/etet.html' title='E.T....E.T....'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-2091430357948812497</id><published>2008-08-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:06:45.242-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BTH"/><title type='text'>...and I&#39;m gonna miss everybody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;That video scared the mess out of me everytime I watched it. Yes, I was afraid to watch that video but I did and loved it. I loved the ending when the dude took off his jacket and showed his wings! If you don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about then watch the video below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;That video scared the mess out of me everytime I watched it. Yes, I was afraid to watch that video but I did and loved it. I loved the ending when the dude took off his jacket and showed his wings! If you don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about then watch the video below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/VMYAEHE2GrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/VMYAEHE2GrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;^^Crossroads-Bone-Thugs-and Harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/2091430357948812497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/2091430357948812497?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2091430357948812497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/2091430357948812497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-gonna-miss-everybody.html' title='...and I&#39;m gonna miss everybody.'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-4503040770329763275</id><published>2008-08-02T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:49.130-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic School Bus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv shows"/><title type='text'>So wanted to be on this show.</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m talking about &lt;strong&gt;The Magic School Bus&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraSn_qsCrIK7F5yhiCddfKv8V05SqQN4rdqoBU2pest9rwQm3o5fF4CIWugf4RJMq8hr4muXC8FBFORZYNRCL24KzIasAxC8-OGLoWw1YSsB7EndqLnLJ1nIgLnGYYyaLbBst2MV6utE/s1600-h/the+magic+school+bus.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraSn_qsCrIK7F5yhiCddfKv8V05SqQN4rdqoBU2pest9rwQm3o5fF4CIWugf4RJMq8hr4muXC8FBFORZYNRCL24KzIasAxC8-OGLoWw1YSsB7EndqLnLJ1nIgLnGYYyaLbBst2MV6utE/s320/the+magic+school+bus.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230030375743933218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who didn&#39;t a love the teacher who had a school bus that could transform into anything and travel to different places. That was my show I remember me and my friends actually playing like we were the characters on the show.  Mrs. Frizzle was like the coolest everrrrrrrr. Like oh my gosh who didn&#39;t want the Friz as there teacher. Mrs. Frizzle had that cute little lizard Liz. Oh and I like so loved the show because the black girl on the show was named Keesha she had my name ya&#39;ll.  I remember they went inside of Arnold the dude w/ the glasses and the orange hair and they became like bats, and animals.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/4503040770329763275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/4503040770329763275?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4503040770329763275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/4503040770329763275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-wanted-to-be-on-this-show.html' title='So wanted to be on this show.'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraSn_qsCrIK7F5yhiCddfKv8V05SqQN4rdqoBU2pest9rwQm3o5fF4CIWugf4RJMq8hr4muXC8FBFORZYNRCL24KzIasAxC8-OGLoWw1YSsB7EndqLnLJ1nIgLnGYYyaLbBst2MV6utE/s72-c/the+magic+school+bus.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-180465204726766470</id><published>2008-08-02T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:29:49.505-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Candy"/><title type='text'>Candy of the 90&#39;s. Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFE1KATAtdCpC9FdjSHGzP94UGAcGwww73Yke1uh1VQDfuEivaoAw1EFKT7Cy9VJj_1ZeqcswG3Z9dqFKHNgvmEDstSoxivRu4K8-mb8s9bi8JxF0fGY1PJdoT9FVC_V45obNI5fyHQJc/s1600-h/Warheads%252050%2520cent%2520bag.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFE1KATAtdCpC9FdjSHGzP94UGAcGwww73Yke1uh1VQDfuEivaoAw1EFKT7Cy9VJj_1ZeqcswG3Z9dqFKHNgvmEDstSoxivRu4K8-mb8s9bi8JxF0fGY1PJdoT9FVC_V45obNI5fyHQJc/s320/Warheads%252050%2520cent%2520bag.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230028744712649138&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WarHeads!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Those were my candies. I loved eating them. I remember they were huge when I was in middle school which was from &#39;98-&#39;01. We used to love to eat them and then see who could keep them in their mouths the longest. I always ended up winning.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/180465204726766470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/180465204726766470?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/180465204726766470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/180465204726766470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/08/candy-of-90s-pt-3.html' title='Candy of the 90&#39;s. Pt. 3'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFE1KATAtdCpC9FdjSHGzP94UGAcGwww73Yke1uh1VQDfuEivaoAw1EFKT7Cy9VJj_1ZeqcswG3Z9dqFKHNgvmEDstSoxivRu4K8-mb8s9bi8JxF0fGY1PJdoT9FVC_V45obNI5fyHQJc/s72-c/Warheads%252050%2520cent%2520bag.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060237884080568339.post-1627523187904190924</id><published>2008-07-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:47:39.968-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the cut"/><title type='text'>Sayings of the &#39;90s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Boy 1: Hey where you &#39;bout to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: I&#39;m bout to go &lt;strong&gt;chill in the cut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of the cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where friends could enjoy themselves.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/feeds/1627523187904190924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1060237884080568339/1627523187904190924?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1627523187904190924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1060237884080568339/posts/default/1627523187904190924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingliketheninetys.blogspot.com/2008/07/sayings-of-90s.html' title='Sayings of the &#39;90s'/><author><name>iHEARTwriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12328541711715905474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JPZz3A85JKY0IpMPoK88H8lt_9497Wv3rA49OjKzR9Mo5Pdi92FSvZaOHqFXbpdemIHgeAl8iHJflRdP68aEPkMlu8Estj75xeoCCtOHRcc0y7xl3ypu56nrC5AZlw/s220/100_2592_resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>