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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4756171464472618496</id><published>2008-08-18T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:25:38.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION :)&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to fix issues I'm having with this template, having issues with font and words disappearing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4756171464472618496?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4756171464472618496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4756171464472618496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4756171464472618496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4756171464472618496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6597240251618437783</id><published>2008-08-17T01:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:49:05.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a musical mood.....tonight.</title><content type='html'>Marvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9KC7uhMY9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9KC7uhMY9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3065347162356951612</id><published>2008-08-15T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:38:07.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I BEG you.............stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKX3Oo7l8cI/AAAAAAAAASA/U0VtcbLQjhc/s1600-h/latoya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKX3Oo7l8cI/AAAAAAAAASA/U0VtcbLQjhc/s400/latoya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234861972765667778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3065347162356951612?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Exactly what type of CRACK do you have to smoke to forget a child in the car at your job....seriously. I can't say that I think people "forget", I think people like this kill children, and get away with it....if I sound irrational, it's cause I'm pissed, this makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Year-Old Tried To Save Self From Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSTON -- A 3-year-old boy who died when he was left inside a pickup truck tried to save himself from the sweltering heat, detectives told KPRC Local 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The child was aware," said Lt. John Denholm of the Harris County Sheriff's Office. "He was trying to get out, trying to survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Thomas Boone, 3, fought for his life inside a sweltering pickup truck in the parking lot of North Cypress Medical Center on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators said Boone got out of his car seat, found an extra key and tried to put it in the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like he was trying to put a window down or open a door but was unable to," said Denholm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detectives said Cameron's mother was supposed to drop off her son at day care around 6 a.m., before heading to work at the hospital, but forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just has to be distraught right now," said a hospital employee who did not want to be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow employees said Boone's mother works as an operating room technician. They were shocked the incident happened just outside a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could somebody do that? How could you forget your son inside a truck?" said one employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detectives said the mother arrived at work at 6:30 a.m. and did not realize her son was in the truck until her shift was over at 3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her clicker wouldn't work," said Denholm. "She goes to check, why not; there's her son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the front seat, where he apparently tried to get out. When the mother found him and could not get in, she smashed the back window and rushed him into the emergency room, but it was too late. Detectives said he likely died several hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detectives said temperatures can reach 150 degrees inside a vehicle in less than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harris County District Attorney's Office will determine if Boone's mother will face any charges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3976388214253480801?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3976388214253480801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3976388214253480801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3976388214253480801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3976388214253480801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-fug-do-you-forget-baby-in-car.html' title='How the #%#% do you forget a baby in the car ....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7476573000188233158</id><published>2008-08-15T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:48:07.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barak</title><content type='html'>When “MOST” people look at Barak, they see a black man, period.  Therefore he is considered by most to be black, true or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I view him as both...I think. I struggle with this at times. He looks like a black man to me. Our spectrums are so vast it’s hard to classify a black person from an outward appearance and associate them with one particular race when the African ancestry shines through the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a multiracial family myself, it's really hard to view this situation without injecting some degree of ambiguity with regard to race, after all, most black people in America and the Caribbean....are indeed just like Barak, yet we often claim one side of our heritage, why is that? Is it because of the history of our multicultural origination, i.e., miscegenation of slavery? Do we deny it because of it's horrid past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has my vote. No matter what. If Obama was pink, he would be my choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7476573000188233158?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7476573000188233158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7476573000188233158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7476573000188233158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7476573000188233158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/barak.html' title='Barak'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-1637725465982189934</id><published>2008-08-14T22:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:55:47.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found an old love letter that my husband wrote me while we were on hiatus...</title><content type='html'>BMPP Warning: Boring married person post - May required barf bag....prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sigh....I love him so much. He is really adorable. As we speak, I'm hunched over typing in bed, and he's right here by my side snuggled up next to me, KNOCKED the FUG out. I love my Stinks....even though he has this damn wave cap on...yall know I have issues with "Wave Caps, Du-Rags, Nanny-Rags" etc...on anyone, I hate them....but he gets a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this Sexy Caramel thang laying next to me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-1637725465982189934?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1637725465982189934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=1637725465982189934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1637725465982189934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1637725465982189934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-old-love-that-my-husband-wrote.html' title='I found an old love letter that my husband wrote me while we were on hiatus...'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4921625088558168865</id><published>2008-08-14T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:51:53.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of God...please tell me why this brother is so DAMNED FINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKSo7XM117I/AAAAAAAAARo/_GQ0DJliOJs/s1600-h/David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKSo7XM117I/AAAAAAAAARo/_GQ0DJliOJs/s400/David.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234494404704982962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Oliver - Go Olympics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4921625088558168865?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4921625088558168865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4921625088558168865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4921625088558168865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4921625088558168865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-love-of-godplease-tell-me-why-this.html' title='For the Love of God...please tell me why this brother is so DAMNED FINE'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKSo7XM117I/AAAAAAAAARo/_GQ0DJliOJs/s72-c/David.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7949851084137305944</id><published>2008-08-13T13:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:58:23.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homogenous Society</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking how horrible it would be if I woke up tommorrow and we all looked alike....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7949851084137305944?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7949851084137305944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7949851084137305944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7949851084137305944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7949851084137305944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/homogenous-society.html' title='Homogenous Society'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-391123762887424999</id><published>2008-08-13T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:13:51.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what boys like.....</title><content type='html'>My best friend and I were having a long conversation regarding marriage yesterday. We delved off into all sorts of theories about why men choose to marry certain women and not others. Apparently she discussed this with another girlfriend, and reached the conclusion that she had “married off” all of her previous beaus. This challenged me to think about past relationships of my own, I can look back and pretty much pinpoint why certain things didn’t work out. In my relationship prior to my current marriage, I simply tried too hard. Ok, so what does that mean exactly? It means I was the 70% and he was the 30%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was too aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was selfish when it came to listening; I wanted to talk all the time…which hasn’t changed much.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was anxious because I felt like a big clock was ticking……and I had to beat it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I felt like I had to edit my conversation some days, and talk about his interest only….which totally contradicts #1, but that’s how it played out. Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;5. I forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I spent most of my time with him, and didn’t cater to my real friends as much as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost myself….for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;8. I didn’t believe in personal space anymore.&lt;br /&gt;9. I could go on and on….thus refer to #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly makes men/women choose some over others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think men think about several things when it comes to choosing a mate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Control…. the ability to control yo’ mouf! Sometimes…we need to shut it up. &lt;br /&gt;2. Aggressiveness…I think men are attracted to this, but sometimes they like the damsel in distress…I know you’ve read this in Cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anger……No man wants to be with a looney toon, God knows I’ve done the fool in the past.&lt;br /&gt;4. Freakaleek…..Don’t be a prude, every man likes a freak behind closed doors, don’t fake the funk. All that rules stuff is for da Birds!&lt;br /&gt;5. How is she going to look after 3 kids and my crazy ass…will she still be tight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else should we add…..what do you think……#6 anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-391123762887424999?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/391123762887424999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=391123762887424999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/391123762887424999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/391123762887424999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-what-boys-like.html' title='I know what boys like.....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8572257847057881618</id><published>2008-08-12T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:01:06.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My America....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QRvVzaQ6i8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QRvVzaQ6i8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys seen/heard the recap of Marvin Gays's version of the National Athem...in heavy rotation on the new Nike commercial for the Olympics. Man I felt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of America, the good and bad, this could be the score I tell you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8572257847057881618?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8572257847057881618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8572257847057881618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8572257847057881618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8572257847057881618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-america.html' title='My America....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-9030746721003719989</id><published>2008-08-12T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:06:05.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKHtGEN_ikI/AAAAAAAAARg/BXftxAOxQ6w/s1600-h/natural+mystic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKHtGEN_ikI/AAAAAAAAARg/BXftxAOxQ6w/s400/natural+mystic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233724930448656962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the Natural Mystics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-9030746721003719989?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/9030746721003719989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=9030746721003719989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9030746721003719989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9030746721003719989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-is-down.html' title='Who is down?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKHtGEN_ikI/AAAAAAAAARg/BXftxAOxQ6w/s72-c/natural+mystic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7056918538491484368</id><published>2008-08-11T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:22:33.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a doggie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBm5pKXlHI/AAAAAAAAARY/7zifsfQ6Eyo/s1600-h/100_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBm5pKXlHI/AAAAAAAAARY/7zifsfQ6Eyo/s400/100_0652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233295907492435058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, what kind of doggie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7056918538491484368?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7056918538491484368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7056918538491484368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7056918538491484368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7056918538491484368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-have-doggie.html' title='Do you have a doggie?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBm5pKXlHI/AAAAAAAAARY/7zifsfQ6Eyo/s72-c/100_0652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4442160668097117060</id><published>2008-08-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:14:48.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob never looked better ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBlagfJDII/AAAAAAAAARQ/xLs3zTTvVyQ/s1600-h/100_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBlagfJDII/AAAAAAAAARQ/xLs3zTTvVyQ/s400/100_0668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233294273076071554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4442160668097117060?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4442160668097117060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4442160668097117060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4442160668097117060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4442160668097117060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/bob-never-looked-better.html' title='Bob never looked better ;)'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SKBlagfJDII/AAAAAAAAARQ/xLs3zTTvVyQ/s72-c/100_0668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4843143973282250126</id><published>2008-08-08T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:16:03.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma called it " The Sugar"</title><content type='html'>Did you guys have grandparents that had alternate names for things. Many of the old folks I grew up around called diabetes "The Sugar". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***this was inspired by watching the "Paula Dean" cooking show this morning...it was country as hell....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4843143973282250126?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4843143973282250126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4843143973282250126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4843143973282250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4843143973282250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandma-called-it-sugar.html' title='Grandma called it &quot; The Sugar&quot;'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2649772846425337421</id><published>2008-08-06T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:21:56.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated: Yall I saw my baby in 4d this morning....enjoy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJoj9cLRGhI/AAAAAAAAARI/me_VoBdPu_o/s1600-h/Fingers+in+mouth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJoj9cLRGhI/AAAAAAAAARI/me_VoBdPu_o/s400/Fingers+in+mouth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533455586695698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJojm78enGI/AAAAAAAAARA/f9IAbZuW1EU/s1600-h/BABY_29-laughing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJojm78enGI/AAAAAAAAARA/f9IAbZuW1EU/s400/BABY_29-laughing+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533068977609826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJojg5aWe0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LjXKGetnV1M/s1600-h/BABY_10-no+morepics+please.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJojg5aWe0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LjXKGetnV1M/s400/BABY_10-no+morepics+please.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231532965218384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJnKPd4ksJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9n2FUpdoyxI/s1600-h/BABY_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJnKPd4ksJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9n2FUpdoyxI/s400/BABY_44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434809236304018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJnKJRWDQFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Inp-oyYKEUc/s1600-h/BABY_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Is she ok?&lt;br /&gt;Is my cousin really inlove?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my little sister is pregnant too.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study....more.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy a red curtain to finish off the baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my granny.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this new breast mass I have is nothing serious and an auxiliary nipple or fatty tissue that is benign...I have my breast ultrasound tom morrow...pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;The next place we buy needs to have a mother-in law's suite for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write my deadbeat dad a letter and tell him how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;Why do some black men automatically assume that black women always have an attitude? Why do I sometimes agree?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe tickets to Houston around XMAS are $688.00 one way...I think we might drive this XMAS....it might actually be fun, perhaps i'll stop in ATL or New Orleans overnight. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go on maternity leave early.&lt;br /&gt;My baby just kicked the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if my child was stone cold assassin...his parents love adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I would have followed my musical dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;Can I still follow those dreams in some form...if so how.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a feeling lately that I'm going to be super rich...can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;If I became rich, I wouldn't tell a soul, I would just bless those around me that deserved it, and travel and do charity work.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my book.&lt;br /&gt;My friend shon is an awesome writer.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why some women relax their hair, manageability is a front..they are just afraid of the beautiful texture that God has given them.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of church..do people that go to church EVERY Sunday have more demons then people like me who go ...every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious affinity for Eastern Religion....is that wrong? &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my meditating contributes to my kick ass blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;My boy MR rocks, he's going go be famous some day!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder well the hell Amanda is?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I see my husband in the grocery store the other day and my first thought was that guy is cute...really, not realizing that was my husband coming around the corner?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some men be faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Are men weaker than women?&lt;br /&gt;Should I slam my office door to let these chickens outside my door know that they are talking to damn loud.....or would that be totally evil?&lt;br /&gt;Why do folks up north blow the weather all out of proportion?I phoned home and the weather is not as bad as they are making it seem on local tv here.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Why does Diddy have a transgender person on his show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5196217709730623681?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5196217709730623681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5196217709730623681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5196217709730623681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5196217709730623681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/brain-dump.html' title='Brain Dump'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5583502333417858622</id><published>2008-08-05T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:20:20.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Ugly</title><content type='html'>How do you think your opinion of unattractiveness was formed as a youth? I think it's interesting how children begin to form opinions on what is viewed as ugly vs. pretty. Do you think it's possible to change the way people view ugliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's possible to raise a child that is unbiased in today's society, and if so, how would you proceed in doing that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5583502333417858622?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5583502333417858622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5583502333417858622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5583502333417858622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5583502333417858622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-ugly.html' title='Being Ugly'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7034918059063979400</id><published>2008-08-01T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:23:27.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing History</title><content type='html'>If you could go back in history and remove ANY event that occured, what would you change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7034918059063979400?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7034918059063979400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7034918059063979400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7034918059063979400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7034918059063979400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/08/changing-history.html' title='Changing History'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-157246768921997097</id><published>2008-07-31T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:52:51.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJMwEoG-E9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/maVaWTw6X4M/s1600-h/nusery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJMwEoG-E9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/maVaWTw6X4M/s400/nusery2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229576448351540178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJI12VdTT_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/1E8UBJQEr1g/s1600-h/nursery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJI12VdTT_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/1E8UBJQEr1g/s400/nursery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229301324919820274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally did colors in my baby's nursery instead of neutrals....I read that colors are better for developement and what not...anywho, here's a pic :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-157246768921997097?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/157246768921997097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=157246768921997097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/157246768921997097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/157246768921997097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/nursery-pic.html' title='Nursery Pic'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SJMwEoG-E9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/maVaWTw6X4M/s72-c/nusery2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3159145485990484911</id><published>2008-07-31T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:33:54.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Man Laws for Young Black Men</title><content type='html'>BORROWED from another blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blackandmarriedwithkids.com/2008/05/09/guest-post-abs-new-man-laws-for-young-black-males/#comment-3006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that spirit, here’s a few more of AverageBro.com’s New “Man-Laws” For Young Black Males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MySpace Rapper Is Not a Legitimate Career Option - The problem with rap music nowadays is too many damn rappers and not enough fans. Watch 106th and Park, cruise the comments section at XXL, or just drive around your nearest hood and peep the scrum stapled to every telephone pole. You’ll see plenty evidence that MySpace Rapper is the new ghetto dream/hood come-up. The problem is, most of these rappers suck, and none of these dudes trying to rap have apparently noticed that music period, not just rap music, isn’t even selling anymore! You’d be better off goin’ to trade school, getting that GED, or just goin’ back to hustlin’ than you would trying to “get your label off the ground”. There’s only one Jay-Z for a reason. And guess what? You ain’t him! Stay in school, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bright Colors Are Not Your Friend - This trend is thankfully jumping the shark as I type this, but what the hell ever happened to wearing earth tones, or just plain black? Bamas will rock pastel polos, Crayola-inspired sneakers, and those stupid lookin’ multicolored pinwheel baseball caps like they’re 3rd graders. Enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be Nice To Johnny Law - My Pops taught me a very basic rule for dealing with the cops: Don’t! 99% of the time, if you’re not doing anything wrong, you have nothing to worry about. So when a cop pulls you over, comply. Don’t act a damn fool and end up in a pine box. Yes, there are some egregious examples of cops who blatantly abuse their power, but far more often, the catalyst for an ass whoppin’ is some Negro who just didn’t know when to shut up. Do what they ask you to do, take down badge numbers and names, and live to tell your lawyer about it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ‘Shawty’ Is Not A Term of Endearment - Learn how to treat and talk to women. One benefit of youth is having the room to experiment and figure out what you like about the opposite sex without tangible commitments (ie: a ring and kids). So, by all means enjoy yourselves. But no woman likes to be catcalled and shouted at. “Ay Ma!”, “S’up Shaaawwtaaay!”, and “C’mere Girl!” are not proper ways of attracting young ladies. Learn how to simply smile, say “Hello”, and introduce yourself. And if the girl isn’t interested, no need to insult her by hurling an “Eff’ You Beeyotch!” as she walks away. Just pick up your dignity and keep on’ fishin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Enunciation Is A Beautiful Thang - My Pops also taught me the importance of how to speak to grown-ups in a way that commands respect. Speak loudly, clearly, enunciate, and use direct eye contact if you want to be taken seriously. Don’t show up for your job interview wearing aviator shades and mumbling to the floor like one enterprising young brother I observed at an H&amp;M store in Philly last Summer. Discover the joys of code-switching, and learn the appropriate places and times for using words like “jawn”, “young”, and “tight”. Eliminate the word “conversate” from your vocab altogether. If you’re vexed, peep my epic The AverageBro Broken English Hall of Shame post, and it’s accompanying comments for further guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Pull Up Your Damn Pants - We already talked about the whole bright colors thing. But hues aside, make sure you’re putting your best foot forward when the occasion deems to necessary. All pencil jeans should be burned immediately. Ditto for those skater hoodies. Pull up your damn pants. Liberace wore themed belt buckes. If you don’t know who he is, Google him, then trash yours. And while I’m all for accessorizing, there is no rational explanation for wearing Air Jordans, a black and white pinwheel cap, aviator sunglasses, and carrying a walking cane when you’re wearing a black suit… at a funeral. Exercise some common sense and dress according to your environment. And oh yeah, no more pencil jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Leave An Open Seat - This is closely related to the No Slow Jams rule. If you’re at the movies and there’s enough space, for the love of all things precious, leave an empty seat between you and your boys! You are not on a date, you are watching a movie with friends, so space it out. You can communicate with each other just fine when separated by an empty seat, and who knows, if you’re lucky, a nice young lady might want that seat. And you won’t even have to call her “shawty” either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blunts Are Not A Nutritional Supplement - Your body is your temple; not an ashtray for roaches. Two Strawberry Swishers (or Phillies, whatever floats your proverbial boat) do not equal a serving of fruits and veggies. Recreational drug habits make it difficult to hold down a real job, rob you of pocket change, and permanently char your lips. If you’ve really gotta do this though, at least have the decency to partake in the sanctity of your Mama’s basement, not while driving your Mama’s car down Georgia Ave in mid-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Enough With The Feminine Grooming Habits - I’m a Kappa Man, so I understand the importance of looking good. That said, some of these young dudes nowadays are taking the whole Omarion/Ne-Yo I’m-So-Hood’ metrosexual thing a bit too far. Baby hair is for babies. You shouldn’t be using your little sister’s makeup pencil to draw imaginary hair anywhere on your person. And if you’ve actually arched your eyebrows, or even remotely considered arching your eyebrows, just go ahead and stick your head in an oven right now. Life isn’t getting any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Read A G.D. Book - This isn’t strictly a young black male phenomenon by any means, but let’s break this habit while we’re still young. Every time I go to the barbershop, I hear all sorts of misinformation floating around. “Obama’s a Muslim.” “Ciara’s a hermaphrodite.” “The reparations checks are in the mail.” “Tupac is secretly living in Brazil.” “John McCain is bringing SlaveryBack… yep.” All untrue, and all easily refutable if you’d read something other than King Magazine and the Post sports section. Man Up! and get yourself a library card. Smart is the new cool, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, feel free to disagree and flame me in the comments. If you’re on board, add your additions below. But whatever you do, don’t ignore the message because you dislike the messenger. Either way, Take The AverageBro Challenge to help save our young black boys and girls[6] from a future of Flavor of Love casting calls, HPV, and commissary deposits. And if you can’t do that, at least forward this post to your nephews. P.S.: don’t forget the “Melyssa Ford Topless Photos” subject line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we go to do better than those damn pencil legged jeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3159145485990484911?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3159145485990484911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3159145485990484911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3159145485990484911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3159145485990484911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-man-laws-for-young-black-men.html' title='New Man Laws for Young Black Men'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-9139971327480699649</id><published>2008-07-28T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:17:03.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which doggie are ya today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SI6Lg3oBtiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LkL-dIj650I/s1600-h/thisismystraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SI6Lg3oBtiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LkL-dIj650I/s400/thisismystraw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228269614227633698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SI6LLccl1TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1-1OiJQAGvM/s1600-h/image014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SI6LLccl1TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1-1OiJQAGvM/s400/image014.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228269246154659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which doggie are you today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-9139971327480699649?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/9139971327480699649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=9139971327480699649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9139971327480699649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9139971327480699649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html' title='Which doggie are ya today?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SI6Lg3oBtiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LkL-dIj650I/s72-c/thisismystraw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5261115359027918012</id><published>2008-07-25T13:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:38:46.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG....</title><content type='html'>http://www.starmagazine.com/diddy_engaged_cassie/news/14399&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***apparently this is NOT true...we shall see!****betta not be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5261115359027918012?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5261115359027918012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5261115359027918012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5261115359027918012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5261115359027918012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog.html' title='DOG....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7380636081009008952</id><published>2008-07-25T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:16:47.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist vs. Classist</title><content type='html'>I know this is a crazy, sort of confusing question but...do you guys think racism is based more on race or class? If all my friends are well to do people, is that just as bad as being a person who is prejudice based on color. Do any of you have friends that are living in poverty, that you  truly "hang" with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of the day is...is being a classist just as bad as being a racist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7380636081009008952?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7380636081009008952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7380636081009008952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7380636081009008952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7380636081009008952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/racist-vs-classist.html' title='Racist vs. Classist'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6107148968882755469</id><published>2008-07-25T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:51:26.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Perry's Upcoming Movie - Thanks Shon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIn6eOFXUtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/a5EBchliTDc/s1600-h/tylerperrysthefamilythatpreys-ps-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIn6eOFXUtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/a5EBchliTDc/s400/tylerperrysthefamilythatpreys-ps-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226984239623787218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys I think I'm going to like this one :). I'm happy to see better actors, and something that doesn't look like it's full of buffoonery!!! Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familythatpreysmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.familythatpreysmovie.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6107148968882755469?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6107148968882755469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6107148968882755469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6107148968882755469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6107148968882755469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/tyler-perrys-upcoming-movie-thanks-shon.html' title='Tyler Perry&apos;s Upcoming Movie - Thanks Shon!!!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIn6eOFXUtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/a5EBchliTDc/s72-c/tylerperrysthefamilythatpreys-ps-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5244376365562480884</id><published>2008-07-24T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:44:54.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George may be getting something named in his honor!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIh4_TMAVoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/snr0dgbA9Hk/s1600-h/s-SEWAGE-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIh4_TMAVoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/snr0dgbA9Hk/s400/s-SEWAGE-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226560396441179778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/04/02/george-w-bush-sewage-pla_n_94601.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/04/02/george-w-bush-sewage-pla_n_94601.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5244376365562480884?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5244376365562480884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5244376365562480884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5244376365562480884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5244376365562480884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/george-may-be-getting-something-named.html' title='George may be getting something named in his honor!!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIh4_TMAVoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/snr0dgbA9Hk/s72-c/s-SEWAGE-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4050435710139851824</id><published>2008-07-24T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:35:07.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black in America  Series</title><content type='html'>I watched the first segment of the series last night regarding the Black Woman in America, tonight the focus is on the Black Man, should be interesting. I thought that Soledad did a great job, by the way, she's way cool, I met her at the NAMIC conference a few years ago...very neat chic. I have to at least applaud her for pulling this off, we've never had anything like this before. I am thankful that she took the time to focus on us. I hope they do a series like this on all races....would be interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how's yalls MORNIN'? (said like a true Texan girl).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4050435710139851824?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4050435710139851824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4050435710139851824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4050435710139851824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4050435710139851824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-in-america-series.html' title='Black in America  Series'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4830541309192609192</id><published>2008-07-23T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:20:37.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you inherited or won a lot of money....would you tell?</title><content type='html'>I think money changes the way your friends/family treat you. Would you ever tell if you won/inherited a considerable amount of money. I've seen documentaries that followed people after they won the lotto, and their lives seemed to always take a turn for the worst, either they are surrounded by new fake friends, or family that really didn't care about them starts to have a whole lot of "new found love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question of the day is, would you tell? Would you keep it a secret? Would you be upset if someone close to you turned out to be a multimillionare right under your nose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4830541309192609192?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4830541309192609192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4830541309192609192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4830541309192609192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4830541309192609192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-inherited-or-won-lot-of.html' title='If you inherited or won a lot of money....would you tell?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6982299685783207506</id><published>2008-07-22T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:45:41.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really starting to hate drug companies.....and this is why.</title><content type='html'>So I fired my old OBGYN because her game was wack, anyway, today in my new doc's office they have a series of preset questions that they ask every new patient, one of which was "Do You Know If You (or Your Mother) Was Given DES During Pregnancy?", or something like that. Anyway, I found out what it was, and it's so sad. Women who's mother's were exposed to this drug while pregnant could be the cause for all sorts of issues. It makes me sick. Anyway, here is the info on it, just in case any of you know someone who might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org/docroot/CRI/content/CRI_2_6x_DES_Exposure_Questions_and_Answers.asp"&gt;http://www.cancer.org/docroot/CRI/content/CRI_2_6x_DES_Exposure_Questions_and_Answers.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...btw, this is a side note to brighten up my gloomy post...guess what I'm growing under my arm...maybe. Today I asked my OB what this lump under my arm was, I was concerned b/c I've had breast surgery in the past to remove a mammary hamartoma...it was benign, thank God...anyway, i asked her what she thought it might be, she tells me an auxiliary mass....possibly a third nipple...uhm...mind you it just looks like an infected hair follicle. Just picture me with a third nip...anyway, talk about surplus milk, she says excitedly " yes, it may even produce milk (laughing)" that ish ain't funny! LOL, well it was but I'm anxious to have this ultrasound done on it, yall pray for me and my third nipple....that is strangely growing under my arm......LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6982299685783207506?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6982299685783207506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6982299685783207506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6982299685783207506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6982299685783207506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-really-starting-to-hate-drug.html' title='I&apos;m really starting to hate drug companies.....and this is why.'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8470781563338314893</id><published>2008-07-22T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:07:35.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppie</title><content type='html'>Yuppie: a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By definition this is who I am today. Ok so I may not have an "affluent lifestyle per say", at least not by my standards of what I know "affluent" to be; I equate affluence to a "Kimora Lee Simmons" like lifestyle. Anyway, I am however doing better than most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was watching CNN the other day, and I caught a snippet of Soledad moderating the "Black in America Series", she made a statement that made me think. She recalled a comment that someone had made, they explained that they had more in common with their white/black educated counterparts, then most of their friends that they may have grown up with, etc. She then went on to say that many it seems that once many AA's (African Americans) reach a certain economic level they tend to forget those in a lower economic class, i.e., "where they may have come from".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I definitely think that I still "remember" where I came from, and my "prejudice" towards lackadaisical behavior is purely driven on just that. I absolutely, unequivocally hate when a person is just sitting around waiting for things to be handed to them. I do not understand people who expect "handouts". I cannot relate to those that think that the world owes them something. I feel that many AAs feel like the world owes them something. It doesn't, and if you are waiting on that day to come.....keep dreaming. It's not coming. The only way to conquer that dream is to do it yourself. Yes, we as a people were treated badly...and not that long ago, but so were many other people. I suppose I'm tired of some in this country using the black struggle as some type of ammunition to perpetuate ignorance and well lackadaisical behavior. They carry on as if the torture that was leased upon our ancestors/relatives gives them the right to act irresponsibly. It doesn't. If anything, that should be a motivating factor to act more responsibly, to encourage education, and financial responsibility. The longer we have crutches the more we will lean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know i'm rambling on, but I said all this to say, I'm not disconnected, I especially applaud those that can rise above economic strife and build a better life for themselves, in fact I welcome and support it. It's those that just "get by" the only way to succeed is to sacrifice. That means real focus folks...real focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8470781563338314893?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8470781563338314893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8470781563338314893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8470781563338314893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8470781563338314893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/yuppie.html' title='Yuppie'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5335009296835559286</id><published>2008-07-18T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:55:02.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old people think they slick....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIC8UC8XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8XAqgO77XmA/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIC8UC8XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8XAqgO77XmA/s400/old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224382620323239106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm on my way back to DC, headed to Union Station. I boared the train in Charlotte, NC, we waited to get on board in a single file line....for like 30 minutes, reason being is because seating is first come first serve in COACH and no one wants a bad seat...anyway, this little group of old ladies tried to act "crazy" on purpose, like they got what my granny use to call a "bad understanding". They pretended as if they didn't understand the line situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These old bitties rushed the line, mind you we had all been waiting for at least 30 minutes....these bingo bunnies rushed the line and then tried to act like they could not hear, turning to each other talking about "Agnes, what did she say? huh? do we need to be in that line?? Knowing &lt;strong&gt;DAMN &lt;/strong&gt;well that we weren't all standing there for nothing, I know these ladies were old and wise because and soon as the "train lady, warden chick that was in charge" left, they were giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was too cute. Getting old has it's perks....and for that reason, I can't WAIT to get old, i'm so playing that card, you guys have NO idea......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5335009296835559286?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5335009296835559286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5335009296835559286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5335009296835559286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5335009296835559286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-people-think-they-slick.html' title='Old people think they slick....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SIC8UC8XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8XAqgO77XmA/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5570126744524246048</id><published>2008-07-18T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:34:19.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypothetically Speaking.........................</title><content type='html'>Let's say you are on a bus, train, airplane, somewhere where you are in close quarters with other individuals and they are using the N-word and/or  cursing very loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't move...no other seats around.....&lt;br /&gt;Would you say something to them? &lt;br /&gt;If you answered yes, would your confrontation be contingent on the person's age, would if differ if it was teenagers/thugs/rednecks/old black folks/real ghetto folks/ snobbie folks? How would you respond?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5570126744524246048?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5570126744524246048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5570126744524246048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5570126744524246048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5570126744524246048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/hypothetically-speaking.html' title='Hypothetically Speaking.........................'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5386114876467125046</id><published>2008-07-16T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:23:35.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghettoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6tA8TzLaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EVj_dp8mMPo/s1600-h/Ghettos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6tA8TzLaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EVj_dp8mMPo/s400/Ghettos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223802849497132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I bet she works at the post office or the DMV...probably been there for like 30 years......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5386114876467125046?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5386114876467125046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5386114876467125046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5386114876467125046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5386114876467125046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/ghettoes.html' title='Ghettoes'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6tA8TzLaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EVj_dp8mMPo/s72-c/Ghettos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5316090920520095516</id><published>2008-07-16T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:43:19.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>6 months...and some change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6VQUxvfjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HxzqNB8cTTs/s1600-h/6.1+months+-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6VQUxvfjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HxzqNB8cTTs/s400/6.1+months+-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223776725484142130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawdbejevuss....here it is budda upgraded.....I'm about to pop for real yall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5316090920520095516?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5316090920520095516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5316090920520095516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5316090920520095516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5316090920520095516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-monthsand-some-change.html' title='6 months...and some change...'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SH6VQUxvfjI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HxzqNB8cTTs/s72-c/6.1+months+-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7155182887034662816</id><published>2008-07-15T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:37:42.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession 1</title><content type='html'>I just got finished eating hot wings which is bad enough, but I just finished eating them at &lt;strong&gt;11:36 PM.&lt;/strong&gt; That is so gross...ok, I've confessed, I'm done. Someone spank me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7155182887034662816?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7155182887034662816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7155182887034662816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7155182887034662816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7155182887034662816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/confession-1.html' title='Confession 1'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3635083149275358376</id><published>2008-07-15T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:07:41.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreshadowing</title><content type='html'>Well today I am on the train headed for Charlotte, NC. I thought I was doing good by purchasing business class tickets, I was expecting quiet. WRONG! The beginnning of my trip has been eventful to say the least. You see, I'm sharing close quarters with a mother decked out in Baby Phat gear....boobies and arse everywhere, and a less than pleasant two year old. Ok back to the baby phat thing...I had to tell her that her shirt (that she is wearing as a dress) was riding up so much that her undies were showing through her tights, big ole white granny panties. The toddler...is a special needs child. This poor little guy was whimpering from 10am to around 4pm, he finally fell out and went to sleep. The entire time she changed him about 3 times, no food though...ok a little bit of pringles...and a squirt of juice. And for entertainment you ask? A toy truck...makes a lot of sense on a dang train. I know I'm not technically a parent yet, but I've raised enough babies growing up to know this was not a good look...anyway, I know daggone well we can do better as parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom clearly was not interested in making sure he was distracted, he complained the entire trip. She had no snacks...nothing for him to do. Infact, she completely ignored him for a good part of the trip, she pretended as if he wasn't acting a complete you know what. I feel sorry for this kid. He was on the floor in a diaper, on the floor of a train yall....playing...no shoes, no pants. Toward the end of her stop, she got him all dressed....put a hat on his head, pants, and shoes....like it was all good, like he wasn't just sniffing and playing around in a germ infested floor. I suppose she is going to meet the baby's father, or someone she's trying to impress, but she's definitely not backing it up truthfully.....other than that, my ride has been great, in fact i love it. I'm staring outside the window as we speak....kicked back, lots of leg room, a cafe on board, relatively decent bathrooms, and my jazz music and my laptop..hog heaven. I'm already missing the love of my life, I swear he's the air I breathe..but don't tell him I said that, can't have him running around with a big ole balloon head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sidenote, we completed the baby's room last night, it's all becomimg  so surreal now, I'm still in awe...I'm going to be someone's mama yall.....someone will refer to me as "mommy". So sweet, the morning light hit his room this morning, and I imagined myself peeking in on him, it was such a sweet little feeling, I can't wait to meet my little man, pray that he's ok for me ok? Pray that he's a healthy, smart little guy, anyway smooches yall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3635083149275358376?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3635083149275358376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3635083149275358376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3635083149275358376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3635083149275358376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/foreshadowing.html' title='Foreshadowing'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8227604527567357814</id><published>2008-07-15T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:24:04.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it make you a liar if........</title><content type='html'>your answers change from day to day on similar questions? I don't think so, I know personally I answer questions in the "now", as in depending on how I feel on that day, this is excluding things I have very strong convictions about of course. I'm speaking of questions like, do you like this or that? or when was the last time you did such and such? Quite frankly, I may recall one memory one day, and perhaps another might be more memorable on a different day....anyway, do you guys think that folks who answer questions based on how they feel on a day to day are liars? even if the answers may change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8227604527567357814?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8227604527567357814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8227604527567357814' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8227604527567357814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8227604527567357814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-it-make-you-liar-if.html' title='Does it make you a liar if........'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4239741686622652204</id><published>2008-07-09T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:42:15.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted Stories</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in Houston, Tx I busted an ex. It was 2am on a muggy, Houston night. I had just come in from hanging out with the girls. My usual routine was to call "dummy" or he would call me before we retired for the night. On this particular night, "dummy" was "on-call"...he was a physician (I know what was I thinking dating one of them). Anyway, so he "said" he was on-call...he was on call alright.... Ok so I called to say good night, and a female voice picks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hello (all giddy and shi)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm, I must have the wrong number....&lt;br /&gt;Her: No, this is "dummy's" phone, he's sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm "dummy's ho"....and we just finished "making love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***at this point***i'm about to lose it, I had dated this "dummy" for like 3 years, I was in disbelief****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You just finished WHAT! I'm his girlfriend, where the hell do you stay? (what was i thinking, my rationale was gone)&lt;br /&gt;Her: **crying..sniff..sniff*** I knew he had a girlfriend.....he never answers...never home....(she's acting all stupid, and she's dumb enough to tell me where she stays)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is your address..i'm coming over to see this crap...(writing down address...i'm dumb enough to go over...and i told her not to wake him up, cause i wanted too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's laying BUTT ASS NAKED in her bed.....no covers on the bed...which tells me that they had been engaging in the wild monkey sex I had taught him all these years...i'll be damned....&lt;br /&gt;So I was VERY hurt, but strangely, I have this innate ability to look insanely calm when i'm pissed, although my blood temp if taken, would have been at least 107.  Anyway, I enter her bedroom...he's still sleeping....I wake this fool up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Fool!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "uhm huh, what...(tears start rolling down fool's cheek) WTF hell is going on???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Baby, so, I see you are working REALLY hard, on call, is she one of you new patients?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Baby, I'm so sorry ( he growls at "ho", you #$#$ why did you pick up my damn phone) listen baby, she don't mean nothing.....**he says a bunch of jibberish***i can't remember it all....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm, and obviously neither do I for you to do this fool, I just wanted to see this for myself so you couldn't smooth this over.....i'm out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****at this point, I'm walking to my car*****they are both following me***he curses her out once more....she starts crying LOL*** he catches up and tries to block my car door.....i'm looking at him like why...you dumb ass fool...he of course continues to block the door, I finally go around the other side, hop in ....drive off.....fool calls me and then sends me some crazy email.....one of these days i'll post it...anyway the story continued....and that is another story on another day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is NEVER take a cheater back.....like I said I'll post that another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall got any good busted stories.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4239741686622652204?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4239741686622652204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4239741686622652204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4239741686622652204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4239741686622652204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/busted-stories.html' title='Busted Stories'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3456629714656410493</id><published>2008-07-09T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:22:04.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy Part II</title><content type='html'>Ok after a bit more analyzing, I'm starting to really and truly understand why "she" was jealous....it still hurts but at least I can come to grips with why she was   so mean. Being lonely sucks. Watching everyone around you do things you want to do...sucks. I'm like the third person she knows this year who has had a child, one of her close friends and one relative just had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking that because she equates her happiness to marriage+kids, that to her, her life sucks right now. I am just a reminder of that she does not have...sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that she thinks this is the only thing that will make her happy, but it equally sucks that she would take it out on me....her sister in-law of all people. I started pondering, and I'm sure her mom is expecting her to organize everything for the baby shower (the one that I'm canceling as soon as possible) anyway, that's got to be painful, I'm sure she envisioned herself as the first baby-maker in the family as opposed to her baby brother, secondly, her mom is making her clean up a spare room at their house for "the baby" when it comes to visit, all this had got to be overwhelming, so perhaps I need to be more understanding...it's hard, but it's something I have to at least consider.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3456629714656410493?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3456629714656410493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3456629714656410493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3456629714656410493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3456629714656410493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/jealousy-part-ii.html' title='Jealousy Part II'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4925336162635245179</id><published>2008-07-07T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:34:15.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS A HOAX...NEVERMIND....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SHIg5YHMNkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/awcewJ_i6hQ/s1600-h/Missing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SHIg5YHMNkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/awcewJ_i6hQ/s400/Missing.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220271088173069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sergeant Rick Williams &lt;br /&gt;Rolla Police Department &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1007 N. Elm St. &lt;br /&gt;Rolla , Mo. 65401 &lt;br /&gt;                          (573) 364-1213               &lt;br /&gt;Fax &lt;br /&gt;(573) 364-6346 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at the picture, read what her &lt;br /&gt;Mother says, then forward this message on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 13 year old girl, &lt;br /&gt;Ashley Flores, is missing. She has been missing for now two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if everyone passes this on, someone will see this child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how the girl from Stevens Point was found by circulation &lt;br /&gt;Of her picture on tv. The internet circulates even &lt;br /&gt;Overseas,&lt;br /&gt;South America , and Canada etc. &lt;br /&gt;Please pass this to &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in your address book. &lt;br /&gt;With GOD on her side she will be &lt;br /&gt;Found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am asking you all, begging you to pleas e &lt;br /&gt;Forward &lt;br /&gt;This email on to anyone and everyone &lt;br /&gt;You know, PLEASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;br /&gt;Still not too late. Please help us. If anyone &lt;br /&gt;Knows anything, please &lt;br /&gt;Contact me at: &lt;br /&gt;HelpfindAshleyFlores@yahoocom &lt;br /&gt;I am including a &lt;br /&gt;Picture of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prayers are appreciated! !&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4925336162635245179?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4925336162635245179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4925336162635245179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4925336162635245179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4925336162635245179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/amber-alert.html' title='Amber Alert'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SHIg5YHMNkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/awcewJ_i6hQ/s72-c/Missing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5336349409224056910</id><published>2008-07-07T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:47:38.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy....cont'd</title><content type='html'>I can now talk sensibly, yesterday I was angry, and spewing profanity...ever since I have become pregnant, my husband's older sister has had an issue with me. She was in town this weekend....I went above and beyond to make her comfy at our home, I ran out an bought a really nice comforter in her favorite color, made sure we had fun filled days....speaking of which, we spent the 4th on the Washington Mall...b/c she DRUG us out there, mind you, I was JUST in the hospital...and I am suppose to stay WELL  hydrated....and "take it easy". Well....my sister in-law could not "understand" that concept apparently. I told my hubby I was getting tired, and needed a break and she had the nerve to get an attitude; she then she goes into this rant (with my husband...I wasn't privy to this part of her bickering and that's a good thing, cause I would have done the "fool"_ that she didn't understand why I couldn't continue walking, she has "other" pregnant friends that walk for long amounts of time. Ok - first of all...I'm in damn good shape for a pregnant lady, or non-pregnant lady, I was running until month 5....so being able to hang doesn't have anything to do with it, it's more a case of getting our baby, and HER nephew here safe. You would think that someone her age...she's 38 would understand that, but no dice, I'm convinced that she is "jealous"...green with envy. You see, she's single, no kids, living in a big city....with no prospects that are worthy to speak of...my whole thing is, there are lots of very happy single non-DISGRUNTLED women out there, I was one...for a long time. Anyway, I don't get the jealously thing, I do not understand her anger, and I'm now at a point where I don't want to see or speak to her EVER again. I think too...that because her mom has been so excited about my being pregnant, it's also disturbing to her, we are having the first grandchild in her family.....has anyone experienced this before....what's a girl to do....jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5336349409224056910?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5336349409224056910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5336349409224056910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5336349409224056910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5336349409224056910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/jealousycontd.html' title='Jealousy....cont&apos;d'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7839739381265375856</id><published>2008-07-06T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:14:54.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING - This is FULL of profanity.....The Green Monster</title><content type='html'>Someone is a bitch...period. ****i removed this part****it was really, really mean.....just know that bitter bitches suck...don't be one....ever. Do something else, knit or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't hate on folks that are happy.....that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7839739381265375856?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7839739381265375856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7839739381265375856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7839739381265375856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7839739381265375856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-this-is-full-of-profanitythe.html' title='WARNING - This is FULL of profanity.....The Green Monster'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3484012166273012703</id><published>2008-07-03T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:06:34.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzq1rXg2dI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k7-ZeRiK6IU/s1600-h/monique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzq1rXg2dI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k7-ZeRiK6IU/s400/monique.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218804276110875090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys think Monique is doing more damage than harm to black women...people? Many times Monique preaches that's it's ok to be obese, I understand her position in trying to uplift women who might otherwise have self esteem issues, but does her type of rectoric do more damage than good? The reality is obesity is a major problem for the the black community, both men and women, and as  you know heart disease and cancer are directly related to obesity. So do you think she should change her message?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3484012166273012703?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3484012166273012703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3484012166273012703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3484012166273012703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3484012166273012703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/monique.html' title='Monique'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzq1rXg2dI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k7-ZeRiK6IU/s72-c/monique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4198172977682542605</id><published>2008-07-03T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:58:49.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzpCjCo-xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SXg8pYLy4jM/s1600-h/Jill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzpCjCo-xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SXg8pYLy4jM/s400/Jill.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218802298190887698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is Jill Scott using on her face, her skin is freggin flawless, does anyone know? Hate her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4198172977682542605?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4198172977682542605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4198172977682542605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4198172977682542605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4198172977682542605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-skin.html' title='Beautiful Skin'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzpCjCo-xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SXg8pYLy4jM/s72-c/Jill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7056975660717841323</id><published>2008-07-03T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:10:45.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Legs? What say you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzoH7GeKmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ml3RTT92EF4/s1600-h/HairyLegs2WI_468x657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzoH7GeKmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ml3RTT92EF4/s400/HairyLegs2WI_468x657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218801291037125218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why women do this...it's gross...what say you? Hairy legs, in or out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***sidenote*** I adore Celine Dion.....just not the hairy legs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7056975660717841323?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7056975660717841323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7056975660717841323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7056975660717841323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7056975660717841323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/hairy-legs-what-say-you.html' title='Hairy Legs? What say you?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzoH7GeKmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ml3RTT92EF4/s72-c/HairyLegs2WI_468x657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2692655956227279892</id><published>2008-07-03T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:40:07.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzGvjKnKjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RKJCPGiNnUo/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzGvjKnKjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RKJCPGiNnUo/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218764588411464242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same." Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back sort of, I feel much better, this morning I woke up with love on my mind. I spent a lot of time reading other blogs while I was sick, and so many of the blogs were about finding love, finding the right person. Hopefully this means something to someone this morning... please don't waste your time on men who make you "wonder", love is exact ladies. When you meet the right man, you'll never question and speculate on how he feels, you'll know at all times. You won't have to play the games, there will be no game...just love....period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have been hurt and you start dating again, just remember to use the past as a learning database, but leave all the old bitterness behind, not all guys are bad, there are some good men out there....and also don't expect greatness if you are doing dirt on the side...karma is a bitch. Basically, when it's time to settle down, you have to stop your playing too if that's your thing, otherwise blessing will pass you right on up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2692655956227279892?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2692655956227279892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2692655956227279892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2692655956227279892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2692655956227279892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SGzGvjKnKjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RKJCPGiNnUo/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5783798527622872814</id><published>2008-06-25T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:46:39.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo</title><content type='html'>I'm laid up in the hospital with a kidney infection. Please believe that this is no joke. This is painful. At first I thought I had back pains from jogging/walking but turns out this was a little deeper, literally. I broke out hot water bottles, found myself in the downward doggie yoga stance, I tried everything only to discover that when I started regurgitating that it was much more serious than I originally had thought. I was in so much pain that I actually started to vomit, can you believe that...crazy, I've done that maybe 4 times in my life, which is how I knew something was really wrong with me, turns out kidney infections are par for the course when preggo...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was yesterday at 7am...in the waiting room, they told me I could go home later, and I was really determined to do so UNTIL my head started spinning and more green flew from the bowels of my body, only to land on the nurse, my husband's shirt, all over my bed, (I tried to warn them to move). They give you this LITTLE bitty cup to try to get this stuff into, well yesterday this one could not control the projectile.  Anyway, they gave me something called Delotid for pain, guys....this is a serious Narcotic...so serious. I was so scared to take this b/c of the baby, but they all assured me that it was safe. I can still feel a little pain but now it's much more manageable...anyway, that's what's going on in my neck of the woods...I have been officially admitted! What's with you today folks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5783798527622872814?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5783798527622872814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5783798527622872814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5783798527622872814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5783798527622872814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-392274125537810350</id><published>2008-06-23T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:40:52.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finch better have my money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SF_DxHhgRzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p2SpD6i_WQc/s1600-h/finch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SF_DxHhgRzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p2SpD6i_WQc/s400/finch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215102142118905650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me on the floor in the mall this weekend....sadly, I am still laughing at it. I'm so simple sometimes LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-392274125537810350?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/392274125537810350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=392274125537810350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/392274125537810350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/392274125537810350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/finch-better-have-my-money.html' title='Finch better have my money...'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SF_DxHhgRzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p2SpD6i_WQc/s72-c/finch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-1971220286980545593</id><published>2008-06-20T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:03:44.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm convinced Mary Landreiu is a sista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFwoyXhhg5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/36Ly7taY9IM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFwoyXhhg5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/36Ly7taY9IM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214087314361385874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do..I'm convinced that Mary Landrieu is a light skin sistah....what yall thank? Can you guys think of anyone else who looks like a different race but really they are something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-1971220286980545593?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1971220286980545593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=1971220286980545593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1971220286980545593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1971220286980545593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-could-be-any-other-race-what.html' title='I&apos;m convinced Mary Landreiu is a sista'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFwoyXhhg5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/36Ly7taY9IM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-675696936060928765</id><published>2008-06-19T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:29:08.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For you Des....I guess you're right my hubby does not smile in most of his pics LOL....but he does at home ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFsj42h2KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DkEaXf1kKF4/s1600-h/l_f47461c41589574982f6c40b144f70dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFsj42h2KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DkEaXf1kKF4/s400/l_f47461c41589574982f6c40b144f70dc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213800453228603682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-675696936060928765?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/675696936060928765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=675696936060928765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/675696936060928765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/675696936060928765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-you-desi-guess-youre-right-my-hubby.html' title='For you Des....I guess you&apos;re right my hubby does not smile in most of his pics LOL....but he does at home ;)'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFsj42h2KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DkEaXf1kKF4/s72-c/l_f47461c41589574982f6c40b144f70dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4894331379365854775</id><published>2008-06-19T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:49:56.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could have any job in the world..what would it be?</title><content type='html'>I think I'd be a back up singer in Sade or Bob Marley's band...i know.....high ambitions....I just love music....I guess more than mulah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4894331379365854775?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4894331379365854775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4894331379365854775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4894331379365854775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4894331379365854775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-could-have-any-job-in-worldwhat.html' title='If you could have any job in the world..what would it be?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-9122944604267871624</id><published>2008-06-19T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:38:54.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the line is drawn</title><content type='html'>Ok so from time to time I hear people elaborate on wild arguments they've had with their "SO", and back in my stupidity age....I have been called names and likewise, I've returned the favor. One incident comes to mind....my SO at the time and I got into a real name calling session...words like "muthafuka", and "bitch".... were words of choice...I know...sigh...WWJD, I was pissed..he was pissed, it was unreal, and very unlike me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over...I couldn't believe it....of course it was over and we both moved on, and after that happens you just can't go back, I do not understand how people do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last and only time that has happened. My husband and I have never got into an argument like that. I just don't get it, if your homegirl called you a "bitch (if she was serious)", and a "muthafucka", would you be cool with her the next day? Probably NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if a relationship gets to the point where name calling takes place it's time to roll....right? Can you disrespect someone like that and then say "baby, I love you"....hell nah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-9122944604267871624?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/9122944604267871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=9122944604267871624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9122944604267871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9122944604267871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-line-is-drawn.html' title='Where the line is drawn'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5904037728408919991</id><published>2008-06-19T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:29:18.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most embarassing moment...ever</title><content type='html'>What was your most embarssing moment...ever? I'm still thinking through mine, I'll share later....maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5904037728408919991?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5904037728408919991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5904037728408919991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5904037728408919991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5904037728408919991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-embarassing-momentever.html' title='Most embarassing moment...ever'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2369816299495954464</id><published>2008-06-18T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:05:02.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little cousin is hanging with the stars!! Go Bugs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFlqYcSe2GI/AAAAAAAAANw/4_BLBgtMk_A/s1600-h/Skyla+and+Solange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFlqYcSe2GI/AAAAAAAAANw/4_BLBgtMk_A/s400/Skyla+and+Solange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213315011801176162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFlqSG8E1QI/AAAAAAAAANo/E8krvpeFly0/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFlqSG8E1QI/AAAAAAAAANo/E8krvpeFly0/s400/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213314902990836994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2369816299495954464?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2369816299495954464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2369816299495954464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2369816299495954464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2369816299495954464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-cousin-is-hanging-with-stars.html' title='My little cousin is hanging with the stars!! Go Bugs!!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFlqYcSe2GI/AAAAAAAAANw/4_BLBgtMk_A/s72-c/Skyla+and+Solange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6315931177343164736</id><published>2008-06-18T09:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:09:31.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing Pics....continued...since my cousin talking ish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkI1PuAGFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A_p1TieYqDs/s1600-h/2008-06-18-32636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkI1PuAGFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A_p1TieYqDs/s400/2008-06-18-32636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207754503624786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIwH8VLQI/AAAAAAAAANI/mwszl2eBxRw/s1600-h/2008-06-18-32699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIwH8VLQI/AAAAAAAAANI/mwszl2eBxRw/s400/2008-06-18-32699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207666516897026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkImMrqSPI/AAAAAAAAANA/kavi9tMdt6I/s1600-h/2008-06-18-32661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkImMrqSPI/AAAAAAAAANA/kavi9tMdt6I/s400/2008-06-18-32661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207495990462706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIg6nPHoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5REEhJxz4Fc/s1600-h/2008-06-18-32317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIg6nPHoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5REEhJxz4Fc/s400/2008-06-18-32317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207405240721026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIb8Bb_wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h0KgYzJhPQw/s1600-h/2008-06-18-32394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkIb8Bb_wI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h0KgYzJhPQw/s400/2008-06-18-32394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207319719706370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6315931177343164736?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6315931177343164736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6315931177343164736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6315931177343164736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6315931177343164736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/embarassing-picscontinuedsince-my.html' title='Embarassing Pics....continued...since my cousin talking ish!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFkI1PuAGFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A_p1TieYqDs/s72-c/2008-06-18-32636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7119877179470690912</id><published>2008-06-18T08:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:41:39.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Angry Black Woman?</title><content type='html'>I dare you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7119877179470690912?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7119877179470690912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7119877179470690912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7119877179470690912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7119877179470690912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/define-angry-black-woman.html' title='Define Angry Black Woman?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7953428994527846575</id><published>2008-06-17T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:58:25.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your funny school pic look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFfL-KA3iBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E4J6X_XPgKM/s1600-h/Best+cuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFfL-KA3iBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E4J6X_XPgKM/s400/Best+cuz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212859362404960274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a series of funny pics...this is my cousin's old school picture, tommorrow I promise to post mine....maybe.....i might even do a funny series on prom pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding...I found a celebrity with the same hair do as my baby cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFhBTXjcgXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/L00Zfpyx8Nw/s1600-h/Frederick_Douglass_as_a_younger_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFhBTXjcgXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/L00Zfpyx8Nw/s400/Frederick_Douglass_as_a_younger_man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212988369677353330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7953428994527846575?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7953428994527846575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7953428994527846575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7953428994527846575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7953428994527846575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-your-funny-school-pic-look-like.html' title='What&apos;s your funny school pic look like?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFfL-KA3iBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E4J6X_XPgKM/s72-c/Best+cuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-530301369517688346</id><published>2008-06-17T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:35:05.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The 3:00 AM Call</title><content type='html'>I don't want to live anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting physically abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a drug problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be your first responses to those questions if a dear friend came to you? What would be your initial response to comfort a friend in need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-530301369517688346?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/530301369517688346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=530301369517688346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/530301369517688346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/530301369517688346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/300-am-call.html' title='The 3:00 AM Call'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5970984945549567806</id><published>2008-06-17T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:54:25.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>In 2008, do you notice interracial couples.....</title><content type='html'>I do not pay attention to who people are dating/marrying like most I guess. I was at someone's blog and they mentioned that they were tired of all the talk about this and that in regards to interrracial relationships,etc,. Which made me wonder...do you notice when a couple is interracial? It's so common these days, I don't see how someone could honestly have time to spot folks...especially in DC/MD/VA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5970984945549567806?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5970984945549567806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5970984945549567806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5970984945549567806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5970984945549567806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-2008-do-you-notice-interracial.html' title='In 2008, do you notice interracial couples.....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8045547302658748161</id><published>2008-06-16T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:54:41.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Do you trust people without pets?</title><content type='html'>Two of my bestfriends don't have pets, but i trust them nonetheless...but do you think people who don't have pets can be trusted?  For some reason I just see people with pets as geniune....unless of course it's a pet snake....ewwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8045547302658748161?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8045547302658748161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8045547302658748161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8045547302658748161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8045547302658748161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-trust-people-without-pets.html' title='Do you trust people without pets?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6471654058634943780</id><published>2008-06-16T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:55:18.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What are you all up to today....</title><content type='html'>I am in the office today....eating my lunch, thinking about those poor folks in the  midwest, I so feel for them, just out of curiosity, how do you feel the media is handling this issue in comparison to Katrina...it's interesting to see the contrast, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6471654058634943780?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6471654058634943780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6471654058634943780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6471654058634943780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6471654058634943780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-are-you-all-up-to-today.html' title='What are you all up to today....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-938736712561244949</id><published>2008-06-13T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:17:42.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFLV3DAadNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dpQ_9pnWmnA/s1600-h/priscilla%2520graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFLV3DAadNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dpQ_9pnWmnA/s400/priscilla%2520graduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211462860497646802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have been a teenager/young adult in any era of time minus any type of oppression of that era, what time period would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my aunt at her graduation back in the day, (centerstage) looking all fly, I've so got to recreate this pic one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-938736712561244949?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/938736712561244949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=938736712561244949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/938736712561244949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/938736712561244949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-you-be.html' title='Where you be?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFLV3DAadNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dpQ_9pnWmnA/s72-c/priscilla%2520graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2118376612810745854</id><published>2008-06-13T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:07:21.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Beats</title><content type='html'>My dad is a war torn vet, he forced my mother into labor by kicking her in the stomach, then held her at knifepoint and sat by her door and dared her to come out....meanwhile she had to climb out of her bedroom window to try to get to a hospital...what a mean bastage, right? I suppose you can say I had a pretty interesting entry into the world. I'm pissed today. Because each day that I have been pregnant I am truly realizing what it takes to make a "human". It's work. My crotch has been hurting like nobody's business, preggo women waddle for a reason, and it's not b/c of the tummy. All types of fun and interesting things happen when you are preggo....this week I have SPD http://www.baby-pregnancy-ultrasound-3d-4d.co.uk/Pregnancy-SPD.htm ..it's so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something about pregnancy changes you, I am still the harsh, single, semi-bitchy phenomenal woman I like to think of myself as, but for the most part, once you get to know me I'm a teddy with a little fire. I said all this to say, my DAD really sux. Yes, I know war is hard on the mind, yes I'm sure he saw a lot of dead people, etc....BUT when he came back, he made me, and his way of "taking care" of me was abusing my mother, and once she finally mustered up the courage to leave that abusive relationship, he decided that sending $50.00 a month was enough to get me and my mom through life. I'm so mad today, thank God for Great grandparents once again, without them things would have been even more stressful on my mother. I don't fault her one bit for some of the things she went through later in life, hell, I can see how a person can break down from having to deal with that type of stress..... $50 a month....what a deadbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadbeat parents suck, I don't see how anyone could bring something so precious into the world and then pretend it's not even there....as my dad gets older he attempts to reach out..you know cause he found Jesus...sigh, and I used to try to listen, but I just can't, it's just too much. I don't understand the logic of parents like that. To all you single moms..and dads....I adore you...and I love you. You have got to be made from the strongest cloth on the planet, if you guys see a single mommy/daddy today, show them your support.....send them $100 dollars, surprise them with flowers, offer to baby sit or something...cause i'm telling you, they are a force!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2118376612810745854?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2118376612810745854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2118376612810745854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2118376612810745854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2118376612810745854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-beats.html' title='Dead Beats'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-1536198268034088772</id><published>2008-06-12T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:18:51.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Influential Person (MIP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFEvvYLnbQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UqqMDxbwe8c/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFEvvYLnbQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UqqMDxbwe8c/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210998734835903746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny was a MIP, she was most influential person in my life growing up. Without her, I'm not sure I would have learned what hard work was, nor would I have the attitude I have, I would not be a volunteer,  I would not be spiritually grounded, I would not cherish reading, I would not cherish nature. Every morning my grandmother would wake up at the CRACK of dawn, kneel down on the those strong tree trunk looking legs of hers and pray on a stool near the kitchen window....if you ran up on her trying to talk she would straight ignore you, I made that mistake a few times as a child. She would open the window, look outside, smell the fresh air, and literally began to just thank God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I got my work ethic from my grandmother. I watched her be a wife, a mother, a housekeeper, a civil rights speaker, a church goer, an everything. She would drag me with her to the "sick and shut-ins for our church" I remember helping her clean up for women that were drug addicts, alcoholics, she worked her fingers to the bone. She always wanted to help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of her everyday job, she worked for a very RICH, Jewish family the Tinkles (yes that's their real name), they were nice people, I use to play with all their stuff when I would go to work with my grandmother, I pretended that their house was my house, I would chase their dog Twinky around the entire house, I loved that dog, he was a Pomeranian. My grandmother taught me that life had a lot to offer, and little did I know that when she would take me with her to work in the summer she was teaching me how to be somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with her on my mind, and knew when my face was wet with tears that I needed to write, I miss her so much. I really wish she was here to witness the birth of my first child, I wish she could have met my wonderful husband, there are so many things that I wish she could see, some how I know she is watching over me though. In my grandmother's last days, I asked her if she thought leaving Texas was a good idea, I had just left a worthless relationship, I had been promoted to work for the corporate office of Time Warner and they wanted me to move, this was a real turning point in my career/life....anyway, I asked her what she thought, she told me to go...she said it's time for you to go...get married....he's there, and guess what she was right. The whole time I was driving up to VA after my granny passed, I kept seeing butterflies at every rest stop, and that was one of our favorite things to look at outside in her garden as a child, she and I would always point them out while working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think my husband is an angel that my grandmother sent to me. He has the biggest heart, really. Each day that we are married I know I married the right person more and more each day. Anyway, I'm all,  emotional, the screen is starting to look blurry....ttyl...love. Be thankful. I hope you all had someone in your life that touched you with so much joy too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-1536198268034088772?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1536198268034088772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=1536198268034088772' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1536198268034088772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1536198268034088772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-influential-person-mip.html' title='Most Influential Person (MIP)'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SFEvvYLnbQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UqqMDxbwe8c/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3722471637073108540</id><published>2008-06-09T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:21:10.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hoped for today</title><content type='html'>that this war will end soon, and we can start to rebuild peace in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I like the new car I'm about to purchase as much as the convertible I'm giving up to make room for the carseat...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it gets cooler cause it's hot as fish grease in Lousisiana heat....outside...in a field, in Mamou somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my mother will never stray from her decision to become sober, and maintain her strength as she had for the last few years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my son is musically gifted and intelligent, funny, and athletic, and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that President Obama will get this country on the right track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Hillary Clinton will be chosen as VP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that McCain will realize that he is too damn old to be president, and join a nursing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I can be productive today, cause i'm not in the mood to work...clearly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3722471637073108540?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3722471637073108540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3722471637073108540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3722471637073108540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3722471637073108540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hoped-for-today.html' title='Things I hoped for today'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7953056922412678968</id><published>2008-06-08T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:06:58.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Summer</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning with the following song in my head...cause it's so DAMN HOT! It was 100 degrees yesterday, and guess what....it's not going to be any better today. We have officially pissed God off..he has cut the A/C....I know this song wasn't about heat, but the title it's just so fitting, and that baseline was jamming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5n6chxpEINs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5n6chxpEINs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7953056922412678968?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7953056922412678968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7953056922412678968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7953056922412678968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7953056922412678968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/cruel-summer.html' title='Cruel Summer'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-129053759331700418</id><published>2008-06-08T02:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:31:37.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We need another show like FAME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/129053759331700418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-need-another-show-like-fame.html' title='We need another show like FAME...'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2147196666493686848</id><published>2008-06-08T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:30:06.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I rocked today....</title><content type='html'>Some old school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fg2pzil1YQQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2147196666493686848?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2147196666493686848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2147196666493686848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2147196666493686848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2147196666493686848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-rocked-today.html' title='What I rocked today....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-4014473364951934102</id><published>2008-06-08T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:18:36.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm Yum....Shon....I gotch yo' man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt5sM2hasI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Koexz0KZY0/s1600-h/JASONMOMOA-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt5sM2hasI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Koexz0KZY0/s400/JASONMOMOA-th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209391194255223490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-4014473364951934102?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/4014473364951934102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=4014473364951934102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4014473364951934102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/4014473364951934102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/uhm-yumshoni-gotch-yo-man.html' title='Uhm Yum....Shon....I gotch yo&apos; man!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt5sM2hasI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Koexz0KZY0/s72-c/JASONMOMOA-th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6222852290426804581</id><published>2008-06-08T01:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:53:11.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Hair - Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt2jDNaibI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ahd0zHQdXmU/s1600-h/Honeycurls-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt2jDNaibI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ahd0zHQdXmU/s400/Honeycurls-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209387738513181106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a throw back pic put up by special request....my hair is now all black, and alot BIGGER...however, for those of you who are naturals, and you want to do something other than wash and wear to your hair....try dis me say'....use a LITTLE honey OR flax seed gel (works better IMO), and aloe vera gel...mix it up...you will need silver clips...the kind that can grip your hair close at the roots, not the ones with the gaps for roller setting, twist your hair, clip at the top and bottom and top of each plat, sit under the hair dryer, and voila...unravel and you'll have perfect curls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6222852290426804581?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEt2jDNaibI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ahd0zHQdXmU/s72-c/Honeycurls-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-1971205215371213544</id><published>2008-06-08T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:36:59.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know who you are....</title><content type='html'>My People ......from Bamako,Mali....perhaps this is why I get chills when I hear/play my djembe....or perhaps this is where I got the gift of music....generations from far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgX6H7K28v0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgX6H7K28v0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest baby ever playing the Djembe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZhAxbAx72U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZhAxbAx72U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know one of my favorite pastimes is genealogy research, I cannot fathom why anyone, especially African-Americans, would not want to know who their ancestors are...anyway, the latest and greatest is as follows. Just to give you a background, my grandfather's side of the family was from New Orleans, LA....he was Catholic, and his Great Grandfather was Cuban or Portuguese, something like that, anyway, I know enough about them, too much,  my cousin Phyllis Lastrapes has done loads of research on that side..she's written books and done the whole nine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on my grandmother's side...this is where dna has helped tremendously. I had nil to go on, a few things that were word of mouth but for the most part, nada....so after having my DNA reviewed by National Geographic, they discovered all these wonderful things, gave me my DNA coding and off I went on my quest, I've found out so much so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those are you that are considering researching your families...go to National Geographic, sign up for the Genographic Project...once you receive your info, if you are researching your maternal side, check out mitosearch.org, smgf.org, and familytreedna.com, you can learn so much, these wonderful databases connect so many families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover new stuff like every quarter, so far I've been able to track down that my maternal ancestors were from Spain, and Africa....primarily Africa, I've learned several surnames, "Samake", "Rodrigues" which is Malian and Brazilian, how cool is that! I've also discovered a Malian musician, Sibiri Samake in our family tree....all kinds of neat stuff. There is nothing like "knowing" who you are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on my husband's side, I am now ...related to yes...Mr. Alex Haley himself, RIP, how freggin cool is that????? His mother's family is some how connected to Mr. Haley... how is that for "Roots"..how ironic....anyway "know thyself" please....it's so easy these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-1971205215371213544?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/1971205215371213544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=1971205215371213544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1971205215371213544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/1971205215371213544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='Do you know who you are....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5921260806854390546</id><published>2008-06-07T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:47:34.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am watching  the Michael Baisden show</title><content type='html'>...which I typically don't do, infact I rarely flip to BET at all, however, tonight the topic is interesting, it's regarding "Black Men Not Doing Enough in the Bedroom", so there are all these women discussing "foreplay", and how it's SO important, well I have to tell you, I do not require alot of foreplay, I do however require, what I like to call....good monkey sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forelplay is overrated IMO, all these women are complaining about wanting 2-3 hours of this and that, uhm why? Is the main event not eventful enough? Now don't get me wrong, I need the "Love Jones" sex every now and then, ya know, some nice sexy neosoul, a bedroom full of candles,etc, but for the most part, I am just fine with the "Porno Sex" most days. All that other business takes too damn long, I suppose I'm impatient....I like the main course, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now the show is getting on my nerves..next subject..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5921260806854390546?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5921260806854390546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5921260806854390546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5921260806854390546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5921260806854390546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-am-watching-michael-baisden-show.html' title='So I am watching  the Michael Baisden show'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5091199301723563095</id><published>2008-06-06T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:17:44.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing tonight?</title><content type='html'>I am at home on the couch watching "Charlie Wilson's War", what are you doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5091199301723563095?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5091199301723563095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5091199301723563095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5091199301723563095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5091199301723563095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-are-you-doing-tonight.html' title='What are you doing tonight?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3373620765175095324</id><published>2008-06-06T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:48:15.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawd this is funny</title><content type='html'>http://attuworld.com/movies/if-its-japanese.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3373620765175095324?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3373620765175095324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3373620765175095324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3373620765175095324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3373620765175095324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Lawd this is funny'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2818166229614263269</id><published>2008-06-05T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:04:30.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEhGmwnTplI/AAAAAAAAALI/mPptbEr_rMA/s1600-h/Baby+Pictures+-+Hi+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEhGmwnTplI/AAAAAAAAALI/mPptbEr_rMA/s400/Baby+Pictures+-+Hi+Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208490600752719442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2818166229614263269?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2818166229614263269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2818166229614263269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2818166229614263269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2818166229614263269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-everybody.html' title='Hi Everybody!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEhGmwnTplI/AAAAAAAAALI/mPptbEr_rMA/s72-c/Baby+Pictures+-+Hi+Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5130003405588244062</id><published>2008-06-04T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:37:19.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from the youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEbSMEYmnAI/AAAAAAAAALA/mmv7d14hRZg/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEbSMEYmnAI/AAAAAAAAALA/mmv7d14hRZg/s400/peace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208081123877755906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall know last night bought tears to my eyes right? I'm so proud to be an American today. I wish my grandparents were alive to see Obama, they would not believe it, but our youth, well we are a different breed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly proud of my country...really...ain't NObody betta talk bad bout' america! Anyway, last night got me thinking, I have a kid on the way, and I just hope I can raise him to be a unconditionally loving soul.....the world needs more of them, speaking of which, check out the story below, it's so touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that one day we can all keep love/life simple like these two did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAYETTEVILLE, Ga. -- Adults didn't see a drowning 5-year-old, but his 6-year-old friend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haden Stusak, 6, of Fayetteville is being called a hero after he dived into a pool to investigate a shadow on the bottom that turned out to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah Buddah, 5, and Haden are buddies. Haden is a good swimmer, but Josiah can't swim without his water wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Josiah took off his water wings and sank to the bottom of the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was scared, I was scared," said Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult spotted a shadow in the pool, but couldn't get to it. No one knew the shadow was Josiah. But Haden got curious and dove down to investigate. He had been practicing diving to the bottom. When he discovered Josiah, he grabbed him and pulled him to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO: 6-Year-Old Saves 5-Year-Old Friend From Drowning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I grabbed him like that; he was like unconscious. I grabbed him and I was swimming like this," said Haden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He jumped inside the water; he helped me get back up," said Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nurses and doctor started CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They took me to the hospital," said Josiah. "I was dead and couldn't breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have been burying my baby this week, so just to know that he's here, No. 1, is amazing, because to see your child lifeless for a few minutes, you think it's over," said Josiah's mother, Judith Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I called 'Help, help, he drowned,'" said Haden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haden's parents told Channel 2 they ask him not to talk so loudly and to keep his voice down. This is one time they're glad they heard his screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah is doing well and is now swimming with a float suit. He will start lessons in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in true hero fashion, Haden says what he did was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were friends. That's what friends do," said Haden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wsbtv.com/news/16479379/detail.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5130003405588244062?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5130003405588244062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5130003405588244062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5130003405588244062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5130003405588244062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/learn-from-youth.html' title='Learn from the youth'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEbSMEYmnAI/AAAAAAAAALA/mmv7d14hRZg/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3784354520623629057</id><published>2008-06-02T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:18:06.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackness Confirmed</title><content type='html'>Me as a Mucha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEQgCkYmm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3Ijg93lqvVg/s1600-h/phpSWWfEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEQgCkYmm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3Ijg93lqvVg/s400/phpSWWfEM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207322297645833202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk/Transformer/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on another blogger's website today...it's pretty fun to play around with, you can see what you would look like as another race...let's just say I'm happy to be black...my second choice according to the trial run I did with this tool is definitely asian, and perhaps then Mucha....everything else was a disaster, God knew what he was doing when he made me! Have fun with this one&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3784354520623629057?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3784354520623629057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3784354520623629057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3784354520623629057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3784354520623629057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/06/blackness-confirmed.html' title='Blackness Confirmed'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SEQgCkYmm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3Ijg93lqvVg/s72-c/phpSWWfEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8787661991730582467</id><published>2008-05-30T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:28:12.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know where you are going to be tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD__TEYmm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TXfW1AapY2A/s1600-h/The+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD__TEYmm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TXfW1AapY2A/s400/The+City.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206160397323115490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait to see Sex In The City, not to mention I'm heading to NYC today, aww the fun......I'm actually going for yet another WEDDING....folks....I hate Weddings...formals ones anyway, I would have much rather married my husband on a beach in the Islands, we still plan to have a renewal ceremony informal stylee....that formal crap is for the birds! Anyway, go Carrie, go Big, I can't WAIT!!!!! Bawchicawah wah...have a good weekend folks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8787661991730582467?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8787661991730582467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8787661991730582467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8787661991730582467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8787661991730582467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-where-you-are-going-to-be.html' title='I know where you are going to be tonight!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD__TEYmm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TXfW1AapY2A/s72-c/The+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3964488647718228118</id><published>2008-05-29T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:57:13.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane  Fonda betta watch her back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7SUEYmm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZcFaPr7X5-E/s1600-h/Ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7SUEYmm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZcFaPr7X5-E/s400/Ash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205829461503024082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3964488647718228118?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3964488647718228118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3964488647718228118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3964488647718228118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3964488647718228118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/jane-fonda-betta-watch-her-back.html' title='Jane  Fonda betta watch her back!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7SUEYmm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZcFaPr7X5-E/s72-c/Ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3819604903478136121</id><published>2008-05-29T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:33:58.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>4.75 months and counting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7MV0Ymm8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bmZCG-5ZJc4/s1600-h/2008-05-29-41154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7MV0Ymm8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bmZCG-5ZJc4/s400/2008-05-29-41154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822894498028482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated pics of BUDDA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3819604903478136121?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3819604903478136121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3819604903478136121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3819604903478136121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3819604903478136121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/475-months-and-counting.html' title='4.75 months and counting.....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD7MV0Ymm8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bmZCG-5ZJc4/s72-c/2008-05-29-41154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-349756105371025153</id><published>2008-05-28T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:01:17.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why the DC Metro Area Sux in Comparison to Charlotte</title><content type='html'>For 400k  you can get this in Charlotte NC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD25skYmm7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EZQZDCWFO94/s1600-h/Avalon_Pal_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD25skYmm7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EZQZDCWFO94/s400/Avalon_Pal_F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205520919642414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD25Y0Ymm6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A0X_Rz0J1U0/s1600-h/va.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD25Y0Ymm6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A0X_Rz0J1U0/s400/va.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205520580339997602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about the SAME amount you get this in Northern VA:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-349756105371025153?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/349756105371025153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=349756105371025153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/349756105371025153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/349756105371025153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/reasons-why-dc-metro-area-sux-in.html' title='Reasons why the DC Metro Area Sux in Comparison to Charlotte'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SD25skYmm7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EZQZDCWFO94/s72-c/Avalon_Pal_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-9174627927205625381</id><published>2008-05-27T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:47:55.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I've been on travel....be back soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-9174627927205625381?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/9174627927205625381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=9174627927205625381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9174627927205625381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/9174627927205625381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7188531985708286936</id><published>2008-05-19T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:49:31.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SDGTdRrqUfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9uBcTwR6ZW0/s1600-h/pred.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SDGTdRrqUfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9uBcTwR6ZW0/s400/pred.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202101175761654258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this pass weekend I had a relative visit, he was here for business but we hung out a bit too. On Sunday, I pick him up from his the hotel after his check out, he plops down in my car and begins to tell me about his morning farewell meeting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning meeting was full of fluffed power point presentations, the last one  was by far the most memorable. My cousin proceeds to tell me that he was actually featured...check this. So this executive in the org, with whom my cousin had never met, gives a presentation, as part of this feature, he focuses on celebrity look-a-likes in the company.....I know you know what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He compares one of my cousin's coworkers to Joe Pesci...ok not so bad, and he compares my cousin, whom again he has never met.....or spoken with, on any level, to .......THE PREDATOR. Now mind you my cousin is one of two black guys in the company that has dreads....I suppose that's where he was going, to make matters WORST, he zooms in...yes ZOOMS in on my cousin's teeth, and zooms in on the predators teeth to poke further fun. The entire time my cousin is dumbfounded....hurt, and confused. He said he had absolutely no idea what to do, the room was full of awkward, nervous laughter. So now my cousin turns to me for advice, and honestly I can think of situations in Corporate America, where I've encountered ambiguous comments that made me uncomfortable, but this, this is different. I told him to think long and hard. I think if that were me, I would have to speak with HR....and find out next steps. What that guy did was wrong, but at the same time, he's an upper executive in the company, who can has way more leverage than my cousin. So he's in a catch 22, he likes the job, but was upset with the comparative analysis. I feel like it was dead wrong, but this guy is obviously stupid, and he won't change, some people just have no idea about what could possibly be perceived as racial discrimination, or just plain ole offensive behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as a black person we are just different from any other race in terms of what we deal with on a daily basis, I will say that I think "middle eastern" people are being exposed for the first time (not counting the historical cast system in their own society) in America to how we might feel. We have in the past been compared to monkeys,apes, black face clowns with big red lips, the Aunt Jemima pics,I could go on and on, but that's something that the rest of the world should be mindful of, I know that some folks will read this and think oh no biggie, b/c they don't know how it feels. What say you, how would you handle this ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7188531985708286936?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7188531985708286936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7188531985708286936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7188531985708286936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7188531985708286936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SDGTdRrqUfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9uBcTwR6ZW0/s72-c/pred.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2303284170241867809</id><published>2008-05-16T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:56:18.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Childhood Dreams</title><content type='html'>What is your most memorable dream as a child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about four, I remember dreaming of 3 white faces staring at me from above, they all had pale unnatural looking faces with black eyes like onyx rocks, it was the strangest thing. My mother stayed up with me in the kitchen and we drank cocoa......so what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2303284170241867809?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2303284170241867809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2303284170241867809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2303284170241867809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2303284170241867809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/childhood-dreams.html' title='Childhood Dreams'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7235221445207444360</id><published>2008-05-16T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:49:12.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>First white valedictorian of Morehouse College - Pretty Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC2stxrqUeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EKbHaJok5t4/s1600-h/art.josh.packwood.friends"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC2stxrqUeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EKbHaJok5t4/s400/art.josh.packwood.friends" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201003047113347554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From CNN: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) -- Joshua Packwood knows what it's like to be a minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I always kind of gravitated to the black community," says Packwood who immediately fit in at Morehouse. &lt;br /&gt;2 of 3 This weekend he'll be the first white valedictorian to graduate from the historically black, all male Morehouse College in the school's 141-year history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morehouse, in Atlanta, Georgia, is one the nation's most prestigious universities of its kind. For more than a century, the school has prided itself on personifying the dream of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., one of the school's most notable alums, by producing "Morehouse Men" - intelligent and successful black leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm one of the only white students, it's easy to call me 'the white boy,' I'm naturally going to stand out," says Packwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Packwood, 22, doesn't stand out solely because he is white or has maintained a 4.0 grade point average. For those who don't know him, what is surprising is that a Rhodes Scholar finalist turned down a full scholarship to Columbia University to attend the all-black men's university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came naturally to Packwood, who attended a predominantly black high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A large majority of my friends, like all my girlfriends have been minorities," says Packwood. "So it was very, it was kind of strange that I always kind of gravitated to the black community."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packwood fit in immediately at Morehouse. His charm, movie-star good looks and chiseled physique made him popular among students. He was elected dorm president and to class council during freshmen year - and was a favorite at campus fashion shows.  White valedictorian makes history »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gained worldly experience studying and traveling abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Miss&lt;br /&gt;iReport.com: What does it mean to be black in America? &lt;br /&gt;In Depth: Black in America &lt;br /&gt;iReport.com: Share your stories &lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't always been easy for Packwood. He grew up in a poor area of Kansas City, Missouri, where he says he found himself gravitating to the black community at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescence was rough. His mother's second marriage to a black man ended in divorce and family tension forced him to seek refuge with his best friend's family - who were black and middle-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience of living with his best friend's family had a profound effect on Packwood, who says he saw a "different side of black America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his teens, Packwood says he got into his share of fights and even landed in jail a few times. Still, his grades were good and eventually earned him a full scholarships to Morehouse College and Columbia University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the advice of some family members, Packwood gave up the scholarship to an Ivy League school. He felt the true college experience was at Morehouse - where he believed he would get more than an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gained this interest in African-American studies and I thought that Morehouse would probably be the best experience," says Packwood. "I think of it in terms of 'study abroad.' If I really want to learn it, if I really want to understand it - maybe it's best if I immerse myself in the culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Packwood is deserving. He has earned this," says Dr. Robert Franklin, the president of Morehouse. "We are committed to merit, to hard work - no matter who it might be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, Packwood says the experience among his Morehouse brethren has been overwhelmingly good - with the exception of a few negative comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One guy came up to me and told me -- he didn't like the fact that I was here," recalls Packwood. "He absolutely didn't like the fact that I dated black women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I heard him out, and said, 'I appreciate your opinion but don't agree with what you have to say,'...and now we've become, not necessarily close, but very cool," Packwood says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That student, Vinson Muhammad, says he was curious about the reasons why someone like Packwood would choose to attend an all-black college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't necessarily support him being here, but because he's here and we can't discriminate against other races, I support him and his mission to be successful in life," says Muhammad, a junior. "I just kind of wish he had done it at a different institution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black in America&lt;br /&gt;In this next installment of CNN's Black in America series, Soledad O'Brien examines the successes, struggles and complex issues faced by black men, women and families -- 40 years after the death of Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;br /&gt;Watch July 23 and 24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see full schedule » &lt;br /&gt;Even though he received the support of school administrators, Packwood's scholastic success did not come without some controversy. When word got out that he might become the next valedictorian, some of his classmates - even friends - were admittedly chafed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They approached me and said, 'Yeah, I have a problem with you being valedictorian. I know you've earned it and even though I know you on a personal level - I like you a lot - but it disturbs me that out of roughly 3,000 black men - there's not one that's done as well as or better than you academically,' " says Packwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the majority of students told CNN that he earned his accolades and they stand behind him. Some say, if anything, Packwood's academic success should serve as a lesson to his fellow students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that it should be a wake-up call to an all black campus," says Muhammad. "At Morehouse we're supposed to be at the top as black men. We only have a few white students and to see a white student will rise to this - is something unsettling to me because it shows that we need to work harder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus administrators say that black or white, Packwood's experience is consistent with the school's mission: to produce future leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think some of our alumni are a little nervous about a white student graduating from Morehouse with all of its rich history for producing African-American male leaders. But I don't think it's contradictory at all," says Sterling Hudson, the dean of admissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Packwood says his experience is the best proof of Morehouse success, because the school was able to produce a white valedictorian - against the odds. He's eager to quote the school's most notable alums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Morehouse stands for at the end of the day, and what Dr. King epitomized, it's not about black or white, it's about the content of [a person's] character," says Packwood. "It's about me, representing Morehouse in that light -- not as a white man or a black man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His experience was so positive that Packwood's younger brother, John, will follow in his footsteps when he enrolls as a freshman at the college next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this type of recruitment signal a new trend for Morehouse and other historically black colleges and universities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not aggressively pursuing white students," says Hudson. "But like every other college, we're interested in diversity. So, if a white student becomes interested in Morehouse - of course we are going to treat him like any other student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Packwood is enjoying his rise to the top. This week, he started his first job with the prestigious investment banking firm Goldman Sachs on Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he'll be back at Morehouse Sunday wearing his cap and gown along with the 500 members of his graduating class. Not as a white man or a black man - but as a Morehouse Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The interesting thing about Josh's experience is that he had a full Morehouse experience," says Hudson. "When he marches across the stage on May 18 and receives his diploma, he's going to be a Morehouse Man in every way -- except ethnicity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think ethnicity makes the difference; it's what's in his heart." &lt;br /&gt;E-mail to a friend   &lt;br /&gt;Share this on:&lt;br /&gt;Mixx &lt;br /&gt;Digg&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;del.icio.us&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;reddit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;StumbleUpon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Myspace&lt;br /&gt; | Mixx it | Share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7235221445207444360?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7235221445207444360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7235221445207444360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7235221445207444360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7235221445207444360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-cnn-atlanta-georgia-cnn-joshua.html' title='First white valedictorian of Morehouse College - Pretty Cool'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC2stxrqUeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EKbHaJok5t4/s72-c/art.josh.packwood.friends' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-8228074646823890018</id><published>2008-05-16T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:27:44.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I took some more pics for you guys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC17ChrqUcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g0YPf6TgpJk/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC17ChrqUcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g0YPf6TgpJk/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200948428014244290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC17DBrqUdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gAQ1yBBoCUQ/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC17DBrqUdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gAQ1yBBoCUQ/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200948436604178898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my hand on my head because mommy had this light all in my face; and some of the time I sucked my fingers...but shhhh! don't tell mommy, she won't like it! Anyway, the other pic is a lone pic of my "turtle".....:) that's what the lady at the ultrasound clinic called my privates....silly lady! I didn't want to put all my pics up cause wellI'm so cute I didn't want you guys to feel overwhelmed. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-8228074646823890018?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/8228074646823890018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=8228074646823890018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8228074646823890018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/8228074646823890018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='I took some more pics for you guys....'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SC17ChrqUcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g0YPf6TgpJk/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-673060067961177429</id><published>2008-05-14T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:23:19.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having a boy!</title><content type='html'>Today I found out I'm having a son, and I'm just elated...truly. If nothing else, just to see the look on my husband's face once he found out was good enough. He is so thrilled, now I can start buying up all sorts of baby boy stuff. Well folks this is going to be an exciting time in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-673060067961177429?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/673060067961177429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=673060067961177429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/673060067961177429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/673060067961177429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-having-boy.html' title='I am having a boy!'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2457360015293285352</id><published>2008-05-13T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:24:07.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is this child's mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2008/05/12/edwards.skimpy.prom.dress.khou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2457360015293285352?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2457360015293285352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2457360015293285352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2457360015293285352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2457360015293285352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-is-this-childs-mother.html' title='Where is this child&apos;s mother?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-5939192633136183802</id><published>2008-05-13T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:10:51.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I gots flutters</title><content type='html'>In my tummy, I have butterflies all day now, I can feel this kid doing the cha-cha slide in my belly....slide to left, now slide to the right....bring it back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-5939192633136183802?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/5939192633136183802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=5939192633136183802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5939192633136183802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/5939192633136183802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-gots-flutters.html' title='I gots flutters'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2587742366223881676</id><published>2008-05-12T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:44:13.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SCiP9xrqUbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xT93U1kOMno/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SCiP9xrqUbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xT93U1kOMno/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199564061270495666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...at this very moment I'm craving a Pretzel Dog slathered in mustard. Great, the fun begins. This is better than eating whole lemons I suppose. Unfortunately I'm at work and all I have at my disposal are roasted sunflower seeds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2587742366223881676?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2587742366223881676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2587742366223881676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2587742366223881676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2587742366223881676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SCiP9xrqUbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xT93U1kOMno/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3135397308949068682</id><published>2008-05-12T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:08:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your biggest pet peeve?</title><content type='html'>I hate tardiness...seriously. What's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3135397308949068682?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3135397308949068682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3135397308949068682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3135397308949068682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3135397308949068682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-your-biggest-pet-peeve.html' title='What is your biggest pet peeve?'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-2534571133074345684</id><published>2008-05-11T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:27:42.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>I love this song. I seriously love that hair cut.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8XC7idFyvE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-2534571133074345684?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/2534571133074345684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=2534571133074345684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2534571133074345684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/2534571133074345684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-7994578214033396009</id><published>2008-05-05T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:17:34.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Runners</title><content type='html'>For those of you who run, and will continue to run through pregnancy, I found a great blog :). &lt;em&gt;http://www.thepregnantrunner.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-7994578214033396009?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/7994578214033396009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=7994578214033396009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7994578214033396009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/7994578214033396009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/pregnant-runners.html' title='Pregnant Runners'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6962986574486914963</id><published>2008-05-05T14:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:50:17.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elements</title><content type='html'>...I live in Reston, a beautiful, scenic community. However, with the recent housing slump we've had all sorts of "elements" move into my new building to "rent". The Elements are all shapes, sizes and colors. Yesterday the one of the Element Clan decided to leave an entire piece of furniture booby-trapped in front on the trash door, and upon my opening the door to dispose of my trash, a huge piece of wood came sliding down like a ancient, barbaric, unsharpended guillentine. There I was with a hurt shoulder and toe from other debris that followed it's path. It barely missed my tummy (and I have a baby inside there) so I was enraged! So I wrote an open letter to the Elements in my building, it read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Element(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever the JACKASS was that left the huge piece of furniture and a broken wooded bed frame lodged up against the door you'll be happy to know that I damn near lost my entire shoulder trying to dispose of my trash. You inconsiderate @#$# please dispose of your trash properly, this type of trash is not suppose to be disposed in this method. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6962986574486914963?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6962986574486914963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6962986574486914963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6962986574486914963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6962986574486914963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/elements.html' title='The Elements'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-670023370199001448</id><published>2008-05-04T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:55:47.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries of Love</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching this show on ABC, &lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp; Sisters&lt;/em&gt; and the guy on the show is "feeling (in like of)" his biological sister, anyway, he's explaining this to his gay brother....and the brother called him a sicko...so I started pondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you defend homosexuality, or anything "so-called" non-traditional...and have feelings against "inbreeding" if the whole argument is based on the right to love whom you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wondering how one could defend the concept of homosexuality and not also defend incest...because at the end of the day, it's all about the freedom to love whom you choose? How is this any different....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-670023370199001448?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/670023370199001448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=670023370199001448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/670023370199001448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/670023370199001448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/boundaries-of-love.html' title='Boundaries of Love'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-503167491632059943</id><published>2008-05-02T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:08:32.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBt2h5_k9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FZICs3gd6AY/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBt2h5_k9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FZICs3gd6AY/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195876919977243970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this BJ's employee was banned from parking in the lot because he has a truck that flies the confederate flag....what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cfnews13.com/News/Local/2008/5/2/bj39s_employee_lets_confederate_flag_fly.html"&gt;http://www.cfnews13.com/News/Local/2008/5/2/bj39s_employee_lets_confederate_flag_fly.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-503167491632059943?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/503167491632059943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=503167491632059943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/503167491632059943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/503167491632059943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom-of-expression.html' title='Freedom of expression'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBt2h5_k9UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FZICs3gd6AY/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6296413393630198063</id><published>2008-05-01T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:16:04.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my family :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBnQoJ_k9TI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3SojcAUI8w/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBnQoJ_k9TI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3SojcAUI8w/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195413033444504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6296413393630198063?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6296413393630198063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6296413393630198063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6296413393630198063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6296413393630198063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-my-family.html' title='I love my family :)'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBnQoJ_k9TI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3SojcAUI8w/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-6530458025170222554</id><published>2008-04-30T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:44:21.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Immigrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBi9hJ_k9RI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ap-jb0YQ0kg/s1600-h/sillysign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBi9hJ_k9RI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ap-jb0YQ0kg/s400/sillysign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195110547487782162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys support the immigrants currently in the country "illegally"? Or do you believe they have just as much a right to be here as you do? In all fairness, aren't we all "illegal", granted if you were born here, that's different. However  most  Americans today have ancestry in other countries, so who's right? who's wrong? What is your position on this issue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-6530458025170222554?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/6530458025170222554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=6530458025170222554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6530458025170222554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/6530458025170222554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/immigrants.html' title='The Immigrants'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBi9hJ_k9RI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ap-jb0YQ0kg/s72-c/sillysign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-502176009583406787.post-3747508928246383897</id><published>2008-04-30T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:39:58.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Dourdan...Yall, my baby is in trouble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBigq5_k9QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rz_gYm87aJA/s1600-h/art.dourdan.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBigq5_k9QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rz_gYm87aJA/s400/art.dourdan.ap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195078829154301186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/04/30/people.garydourdan.ap/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/502176009583406787-3747508928246383897?l=justablog08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/feeds/3747508928246383897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=502176009583406787&amp;postID=3747508928246383897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3747508928246383897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/502176009583406787/posts/default/3747508928246383897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justablog08.blogspot.com/2008/04/gary-dourdanyall-my-baby-is-in-trouble.html' title='Gary Dourdan...Yall, my baby is in trouble...'/><author><name>BlackButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17774967474503594437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNpP8Som8yU/SBigq5_k9QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rz_gYm87aJA/s72-c/art.dourdan.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
