<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:39:04.301-07:00</updated><category term='work-out'/><category term='obama'/><category term='election 2008'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Super Heros'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Strength'/><category term='football'/><category term='baby weight'/><category term='bitchassness'/><category term='Day Dreaming'/><category term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>My "Self" Reality</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-586113493707269003</id><published>2009-08-18T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:05:50.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SotBtMLXMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yIYbstZ_ryY/s1600-h/5815_113462652892_500047892_2384368_5405101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371459225188250242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SotBtMLXMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yIYbstZ_ryY/s320/5815_113462652892_500047892_2384368_5405101_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s been a while since Tai or I blogged, but we have been dealing with the perils of “life”! I still don’t have that much time to write about all that has taken place in our lives since the last time we wrote, but let’s just sum it up: GOD IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s just get down to the “meat &amp;amp; potatoes” of what’s been happening….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai is a little busy with her “Hubby” who will be returning to med school soon. She is doing very well &amp;amp; I am extremely happy for them! I am incredibly proud of her &amp;amp; the journey she has taken that has lead her to this great place in her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Erica, have been so blessed &amp;amp; HIGHLY favored. I am at a place in which I am incredibly comfortable in my skin, &amp;amp; that is the best feeling! I am in a very happy place equipped with a new job, new hair, new body, &amp;amp; new outlook on life! My life has been so good that it’s kinda terrifying. I only say that because I know when things are going good, the devil has a way of trying to come in and steal your joy, but my joy belongs to someone much higher! I have a full plate; therefore, I’ve learned to use my time wisely. I don’t have the time to waste MAJOR energy on minor people or things! I am anticipating a Spring ’10 entrance into graduate school, so besides my new job that’s the next major thing on my list. I have learned a lot about my “enemies”, friends, &amp;amp; associates &amp;amp; have learned that my past has helped me to be prepared for my “Bright” future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be doing A LOT of traveling in the upcoming weeks &amp;amp; no matter how much I fly, I still get nervous! Anyway, that’s it for now, but remember LIVE, LAUGH, &amp;amp; LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: P.S. They cancelled my favorite show “The Game”! Without any regard for the African-American audience, they decided to shut it down! I am now an avid boycotter of the “CW”. They can take that wack azz “Top Model” and go to t.v. hell. If you have seen the first 5 seasons of “Top Model” you have seen them all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I, nor Tai, will be posting pics of our children on this blog anytime soon b/c I recently saw a CNN story where the mother was on “Craigslist” &amp;amp; saw an advertisement for adopting a baby &amp;amp; when she clicked the link IT WAS HER KID! Someone had stolen the pic of her kid! Mothers beware of theft &amp;amp; pedophiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless &amp;amp; Goodnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-586113493707269003?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/586113493707269003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=586113493707269003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/586113493707269003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/586113493707269003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time-i-know-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SotBtMLXMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yIYbstZ_ryY/s72-c/5815_113462652892_500047892_2384368_5405101_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-1534567214406278685</id><published>2008-11-25T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:06:20.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the drama for yo baby mama!!!</title><content type='html'>Then again maybe not! Heeeey guys! Long time no see right?! Erica has been a typin fool hasn't she?! LOL! Anyway back to the original topic at hand...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABY MAMA DRAMA&lt;/span&gt;! It's not just for black folks now-a-days! Fuhggitabout what cha done heard and let me tell ya what I KNOW!!!! It's infecting women of all races, shapes, sizes, cultures etc...It's amazing how many women are at "war" with one another right now over a "man". I use that word loosely! Awww heck lemme explain...I use the word loosely because I don't know a MAN who would allow the drama to even become apart of what should be a situation that's all about the...KIDS! And there's a lot of "men" running around in "B*itches" clothing STARTING THE MESS!!! Just sick isn't it?! Talk about Bitchassness! Whewww HON-TEE CHILLLEEEE! I have been trying to figure out WHERE it all starts...where is the ROOT of the problem?! And I hate to point fingers here but I have NO CHOICE! It's the WOMEN! Yes ladies! It's US! We have to learn to rise above the drama that's often times created by some guilty lil boy playing both sides for his benefit! You know how that goes...&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby don't I don't want nothing to do with that girl! She's crazy! I love u!" &lt;/span&gt;then he runs his tired behind over to the next chick...&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Don't listen to her...She's crazy! If she calls don't even pick up!"&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Problem &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caused&lt;/span&gt; between you 2... and problem &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;solved&lt;/span&gt; for him! It's just not right! We as women and mothers have to learn to look at the situation and see who it's benefitting...if it's not our kids...it's not worth it! Simple! Your kids deserve to know their siblings and if you have a drama king for your childs father&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; (I refuse to say Baby Daddy on the grounds that it's just down right disgusting, disrespectful, and ridiculous! It down plays and makes a mockery of something that is supposed to be beautiful...2 people coming together to make a child and raise it in a loving, secure, safe, stable environment!)&lt;/span&gt; you and whomever else he's procreated with must come together as WOMEN who love your children and make peace! Don't allow the old daggers to be thrown...don't bother to care about what was said in the past or the ill seeds that were planted about one another. You have to move on to higher ground and start fresh. A lot of the time I think people come into these kinds of situations EXPECTING drama! After all...that's what every one paints it out to be anyway so WHY should your situation be any different! That's the WRONG mindset already! YOUR situation can be different because YOU can handle it different! I'm not saying it's easy but when you look at the big picture and know it's for the greater good of your children...it should be a walk in the park! Which could very well be a good meeting place for you, "her", and  the kids! I'm living proof that there is sunshine after the rain...and you CAN be GOOD friends with "his baby mama" (CRINGE) No the mother of his child... You two can love and respect each other as women and MOTHERS of siblings! Knowledge is power people!&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Tai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-1534567214406278685?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1534567214406278685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=1534567214406278685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/1534567214406278685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/1534567214406278685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/save-drama-for-yo-baby-mama.html' title='Save the drama for yo baby mama!!!'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-955680751820153754</id><published>2008-11-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:23:48.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Bitchassness is Hereditary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SSI-bfH4j4I/AAAAAAAAADo/BQgWT3cZrXs/s1600-h/NOBAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269843155908857730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SSI-bfH4j4I/AAAAAAAAADo/BQgWT3cZrXs/s320/NOBAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quick rant...there are 2 things i cannot stand in a guy: 1. lying 2. acting like a female (bitchassness).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Lying: Why? It saves a whole lot of drama &amp;amp; hurt feelings when you don't lie. I think that lying is bad overall, but the most insulting lie is an involuntary lie! You just gave me some ish I didn't as for!! Plus, as someone I know is finding out, when you do dirt...you get dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They says that "What is done in the dark, will come to the light." It's funny b/c I honestly believe that people really believe that they will be the exception. Save the drama...lol, for yo mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. BITCHASSNESS: Why? Has Diddy taught guys anything? I cannot stand a man who likes to start drama &amp;amp; gossip like a b-i-t-c-h. I can not stand it when a guy claims someone as being "cool" or a "friend" then turn right around &amp;amp; throw those same people under the bus! It makes me wonder...if he does that to them I KNOW he will do this to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say all this to say that in dealing with this "type" of guy (not man) these two behavioral types had to be learned from somewhere. Men often tell other men to "check out a girls mom so you know what you getting!" For me, I'm giving ladies the same advice..."check out his momma &amp;amp; it will give you a lot of insight of what you are dealing with!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-955680751820153754?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/955680751820153754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=955680751820153754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/955680751820153754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/955680751820153754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitchassness-is-hereditary.html' title='Bitchassness is Hereditary.'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SSI-bfH4j4I/AAAAAAAAADo/BQgWT3cZrXs/s72-c/NOBAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-4542299846018834123</id><published>2008-11-06T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:12:27.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is the Problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SRN5XmYDVtI/AAAAAAAAADg/MlefvX_DREM/s1600-h/n500019222_863869_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SRN5F5gsTfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zTlCvU7Np9M/s1600-h/hall_fig01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265685531570490866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SRN5F5gsTfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zTlCvU7Np9M/s320/hall_fig01b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that I would really enjoy this victory for our next President &amp;amp; First Family; however, I was sadly mistaken. I was bombarded with racial text messages, my little brother telling me how his classmates were angry, &amp;amp; people acting just downright indigent, so I had to speak on this…just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Black people…please. Yes, this is historic. Yes, we should be proud. Yes, we should feel like we too have made progress……….But, NO this is not the time to separate ourselves. This is a win for Americans period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all won because for the first time this country has decided to take a stand for what’s right, despite fear. If I hear of one more text message regarding White people &amp;amp; cotton-fields or 40 acres and a mule, I swear I will scream (on that person). If white people need to report to the cotton fields…will President Obama have to go? How dare you disrespect his mother, grandmother, &amp;amp; grandfather? The very people he openly admitted made him who he is today. We are better than that. We are taught better than that regardless of what has been said or done. Please, stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you not take anything from President Obama’s speech? From what he stands for? This victory did not put one race ahead of another. What it did was put us all on equal playing fields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time for us now to get to work. Yes, we got him there, but how do we support his efforts? To put forth the efforts of being our “brother’s keeper”. To begin to mentor and teach those who will come after us. We may celebrate now, but there is more work to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, White people….please. Those that are angry, why? I believe between 40% - 60% of White Americans voted for President Obama, so if you are angry take it up with them. Clearly, that means more people want him in the White House than not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, let’s clear up a misconception right now…not every Black person voted for President Obama because he was Black. Most Black people that I know would not consider voting for Jesse Jackson to cook them dinner, let alone for President. Most Black people I know couldn’t stand seeing Jesse’s fake a$$ tears all over CNN on election night, so please with the assumption that “The only reason Black people are voting for Obama is because he is Black!’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you vote for McCain because he is White? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so disappointed in some of the comments my little brother &amp;amp; cousin told me the White kids at school said to them &amp;amp; how angry they were. I was disappointed because I know that what those kids said came directly from what they had heard at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a different day. This is a new American. It is 2008, if not now…when? The world is excited. The world wanted this, so just get onboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third &amp;amp; lastly, I am very proud to be an African-American. I am very proud of President Obama, his fierce wife, &amp;amp; their beautiful children! For me they are an inspiration. An inspiration to do better for myself, my son, &amp;amp; my family. So I hope that you all take more than black &amp;amp; white from this election year &amp;amp; use it to motivate you towards your destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I may go back to prepare to get my “Michelle Obama” on &amp;amp; study for the LSAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-4542299846018834123?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4542299846018834123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=4542299846018834123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/4542299846018834123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/4542299846018834123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought-that-i-would-really-enjoy.html' title='WTF is the Problem?'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SRN5F5gsTfI/AAAAAAAAADY/zTlCvU7Np9M/s72-c/hall_fig01b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-7966612187806931822</id><published>2008-10-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:51:31.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours = a lifetime…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SQEpr7qjEEI/AAAAAAAAADA/SqSPH8bWVdE/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260531674472714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SQEpr7qjEEI/AAAAAAAAADA/SqSPH8bWVdE/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo, yesterday I did something I NEVER thought I would do. I actually stood in a line for 2 hours! I don’t do lines like that. I typically have a connection that allows me to just walk on in or only wait for security check; however, this time around I was not so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I didn’t give a damn about waiting because I was waiting to see Barak Obama!!! It was amazing! Even today (1 day later) I cannot believe I saw him. I know he is “only human”, but to see this man in person is beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that IF (lol, don’t count on it) he looses that he should be a public speaker! Reason being, his swag just oozes INSPIRATION! After seeing &amp;amp; hearing him he made me want to be the best person I can be. He made me want to work harder, help more, and learn all that I can. It verified what my mother has always taught me…that anything is truly possible!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lifetime event for me…I took my Granny to vote!!! My Granny is my homie!! She was born in Mississippi &amp;amp; has seen it all. She has seen the cross burning in her neighbor’s yard, she has picked cotton, &amp;amp; walked through “Colored Only” doors, so imagine my joy when I took her to vote!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got dressed, in one of her cute outfits, put on her makeup, and was ready!!! She came out of that booth grinning from cheek to cheek!!! She said, “I’m just so blessed that the Good Lord blessed me to see this day!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the two of the most inspirational days of my life (adding the birth of my son). It made me really look at the bigger picture God has painted. I now realize that I am truly blessed (even through my storms). I often question why I’m so happy w/so much bad stuff going on in my life &amp;amp; God reminds me with days like the past two that I am exactly where he wants me to be. It’s amazing how 2 hours of standing in line or 15 minutes out of my day to accommodate my Granny can last me a lifetime of memories &amp;amp; lasting imprint of inspiration!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it doesn’t matter who you are going to vote for, just get out and VOTE!!!...for obama, lol!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-7966612187806931822?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7966612187806931822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=7966612187806931822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/7966612187806931822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/7966612187806931822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-hours-lifetime.html' title='2 hours = a lifetime…'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SQEpr7qjEEI/AAAAAAAAADA/SqSPH8bWVdE/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-5883051560841521486</id><published>2008-10-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:22:03.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><title type='text'>really, in 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SP4rY50EAkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/64zRLjgB0NM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259689121651360322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SP4rY50EAkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/64zRLjgB0NM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, i went to see "the secret life of bees" last night. it was a great movie!! however, it made me upset at times because it touched on a lot of the same issues that have come to surface during this 2008 election year: voting &amp;amp; racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe we are living in 2008 &amp;amp; racism is alive, well, &amp;amp; thriving. i've seen &amp;amp; heard some disheartening things mentioned about senator obama that makes me ashamed that i am an american. things about nigger this, muslim that, arab this, terrorist that...people sending out hatred mail. the type of mail that insinuates fear &amp;amp; death. i mean really, but i guess ignorance breeds fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that is the main thing that pisses me off...the ignorance. people are so miseducated &amp;amp; all they have to go by is the color of this man's skin. this is a christin, family loving, intelligent man (contrary to the current president), who is of mixed race that is trying to live his "american dream" of becoming president of the united states. what is the harm in that? furthermore, if he were a muslim or arab what's so bad about that? is this not america? this just puts our american ignorance on blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that people believe that most african-americans are voting for obama simply because he is black is also ignorant and VERY UNTRUE! there are plenty of african-americans that if they were running for president of the united states i would not vote for (i.e. jesse jackson).&lt;br /&gt;yes there has been mud slung on both sides of this election, but honestly can you blame senator obama for retaliating? a person can take but so much before they feel the need to defend themselves. it's just a shame that it has been reduced to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless, as my granny puts it, "Only the Good Lord knows what's going to happen!" whatever may be, may be. i just encourage everyone, whether for mccain or obama, to get out and vote!!!! as touched on by "the secret life of bees" a lot of people died for that right, so get out &amp;amp; pay your respects! this is 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-5883051560841521486?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5883051560841521486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=5883051560841521486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/5883051560841521486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/5883051560841521486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-went-to-see-secret-life-of-bees.html' title='really, in 2008?'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SP4rY50EAkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/64zRLjgB0NM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-237970397723522663</id><published>2008-10-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:05:36.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"real-ity" t.v.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SObNxWZtE_I/AAAAAAAAACA/QCzkMQReHyw/s1600-h/cw-thegame-prt-episode039_017392-1f0bb1-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253112263084938226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SObNxWZtE_I/AAAAAAAAACA/QCzkMQReHyw/s320/cw-thegame-prt-episode039_017392-1f0bb1-281x374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, i just finished watching the season premiere of one of my favorite shows, "The Game". it was so worth the wait; however, the show got me to thinking, HARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hitting very close to home, it left me with a very heavy heart. it made me question some of the "what ifs" in my life. it made me question, if given the opportunity to decide instead of having the decision made for me, how things would have played out differently for me or maybe if this episode came on years ago how it could've helped "someone" make a different decision. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's crazy how television can manifest itself to your own "real-ity." it's crazy because even tho it's so similar to real life, things always play out so much better on television. it makes me really wish that i could rewrite my own script (a.k.a life) to play out the same way, better. to be able to replace some of the main characters or not have casted them at all. to be able to reveal some of the deception early on in the storyline rather than hid them; therefore, changing the outcome.  to be able to decide when a particular show was ready for a "series finale". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's amazing how something so fictional can have such a heavy presence on my mind, but i guess that's y it's called "television" &amp;amp; i live in "real-ity"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;b blessed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-237970397723522663?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/237970397723522663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=237970397723522663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/237970397723522663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/237970397723522663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-ity-tv.html' title='&quot;real-ity&quot; t.v.'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SObNxWZtE_I/AAAAAAAAACA/QCzkMQReHyw/s72-c/cw-thegame-prt-episode039_017392-1f0bb1-281x374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-1949210208399828719</id><published>2008-09-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:10:05.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Heros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>I wanna be a Super Hero!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOGyRWIA2SI/AAAAAAAAABw/sQrAp6uAnNc/s1600-h/Heroes_for_Hire_Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251674651557419298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOGyRWIA2SI/AAAAAAAAABw/sQrAp6uAnNc/s320/Heroes_for_Hire_Knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eyyyy! What's UPPPPP?! I know you're like "Where YOU been?!" Well i've been around... saving the world... You know...NORMAL stuff! LOL! I really wanna be a Super Hero! And since we're on the topic...I watched "Heroes" tonite and I REALLY WANT TO BE A SUPER HERO! No...for real...NO! I'm NOT playin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I sat here and thought..."What would I want my super power to be?" At first I thought I wanted to FLY...then I realized I HAAAATE roller coasters! I hate the dips and turns and they move too darn fast! So flying wouldn't be any better! I'd be higher and have to dodge planes and birds and bad weather...Naaah you can keep that power. Im straaaaiiiiiggghhhtttt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I thought...Being SUPER strong would NOT be a bad thing...I could lift whole busses and knock idiots out with a pinky finger! COOL!!! Then I thought about it...I HAAAATE working out (As my counterpart has so bitterly put me on blast for! LOL! Hiii E!) and I have an anger problem! (THERE I SAID IT! I HAVE A SHORT FUSE! That's what these blogs are for right? Self help! Well I GETS MAD AND I BEAT SHIT-ake (mushrooms) UP!) So scratch the super strength!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I said ok...If only I could read peoples minds! And you know what happened next...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I thought about it &lt;/span&gt;... and If I knew what everyone was thinking... sometimes... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it'd be bad&lt;/span&gt;! With my short fuse I would wanna snap or slap the person who was thinking ignorant thoughts...and what if they're bigger than me?! What if they could WHOOP MYYYY butt?! So...let's just leave peoples thoughts to themselves! YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I pondered some more....what if I could change the weather like Storm?! But that'd be stupid because I'd just make every day about 80 degrees and breezy...so I wouldn't really use that power for much now would I? (OHH but i'd make it rain on my ex-husband everrrryyy day! There would just be a rain cloud following his Ass(-paragus) around! LMAO! (ahem) My bad...scratch that too... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God DON'T like ugly&lt;/span&gt;! My bad homie (God))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MIND CONTROL! Yeaaaah that's cool...but wait...I have that pretty much down pact! LOL! J/K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Electric hands....Nah i'd just run around shocking folks on the butt and laugh at them while they jump around! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Teleportation...Umph umm...No dice! I just may pop over someones house un announced and see some ish &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; one should see besides their nassty freaky freak behinds! Ewww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I got it!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want the power to change the tacky chicken head lil girls into CLASSY INTELLIGENT STRONG women!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the power to change the ignorant lazy disrespectful lil boys into CLASSY INTELLIGENT RESPECTFUL AND RESPECTABLE MEN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ZAP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The world would be a MUCH better place! And I will have saved all man kind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I thought about it some more! Heeey! I'm a MOMMY! I have the power to mold and shape my children into THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE! And I USE IT! My Daughter and God-Son (and future children Lord willing) will be the most wonderful Lady and Gentleman around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i'm like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HALF&lt;/span&gt;-Super Hero &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HALF&lt;/span&gt;-Amazing! Shoooot! I always knew I was special! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't tell me NOTHING! Whooo!!! Now that THAT'S solved! What would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; super power be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm interested! Let me know&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOGyhqapDhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FHZrBON36Rg/s1600-h/misty-knight6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251674931882167826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOGyhqapDhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FHZrBON36Rg/s320/misty-knight6.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nite Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-1949210208399828719?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1949210208399828719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=1949210208399828719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/1949210208399828719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/1949210208399828719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-be-super-hero.html' title='I wanna be a Super Hero!!!!'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOGyRWIA2SI/AAAAAAAAABw/sQrAp6uAnNc/s72-c/Heroes_for_Hire_Knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-7261190137798108133</id><published>2008-09-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:56:55.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work-out'/><title type='text'>My Skinny Jeans....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251576289453364850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOFYz6u7VnI/AAAAAAAAABo/HcFcP_gklNc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;So, I often take a lot of my quotes from my ultimate fav show, Sex and the City...Well, there was an episode when Miranda got into her "skinny jeans" after having her kid. You know, those jeans that you keep in the back or top of your closet so that if you loose just "5 more pds" you can fit into them! Well, all my jeans are my "skinny jeans"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never had to work so hard at getting fit until I had my kiddo. I was always fit (thanks mom &amp;amp; dad for good genes), but now...OMG. It's not even that I look bad, it's just I'm vain (I have no problem admitting my faults). I'm not where I use to be or what I'm use to seeing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked (3xs a week) for my entire pregnancy, even did some lunges!!! Close to my delivery date my doc (the best in Texas, Dr. Wanda Mott) told me, "Erica, sit ya butt down somewhere." I didn't even start showing until I was 5 months going on 6 months pregnant! I gained about 30 pds total &amp;amp; left 15 on the delivery table after my water broke! I'm not even mad at my 15 extra pds, b/c they gave me &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a$$ets&lt;/span&gt;!!! So, it's not bad....it jus freakin sucks to get it exactly right!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't wait til Dr. Mott gave me the "green light" on my 6 week check-up. She was like, "Everything looks good, you can have intercourse"....PAUSE..she didn't know? Intercourse is what caused me to be in her office in the first place, just let me know I can lift some weights &amp;amp; get on a treadmill, damn intercourse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, 4 months later and not even 50% at my goal. I went hard for the first 2 months, but slacked off for about a month (due to some issues beyond my control), but now I'm back! I use to run track in high school (I hated that ish) &amp;amp; it got me right. I've now reverted back to that athletic training to get me back right (I hate that too). So far, so good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time that I step on that track, drink a protein shake, or eat lean meats &amp;amp; veggies I want to freaking scream!!! I'd rather be eating some damn pizza &amp;amp; I wanna watch Oprah!!! Oh, &amp;amp; my homie (that damn Tai), she sucks at words of encouragement! Maybe because she dropped the weight without doing a damn thing...but eating pizza &amp;amp; watching Oprah!!! I secretly loathe her for her body (secrets out)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, no one tells you alllllll that comes with childbearing, but it is well worth every inch of fat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B Blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-7261190137798108133?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7261190137798108133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=7261190137798108133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/7261190137798108133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/7261190137798108133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-skinny-jeans.html' title='My Skinny Jeans....'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SOFYz6u7VnI/AAAAAAAAABo/HcFcP_gklNc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-8414182095373926554</id><published>2008-09-21T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:57:35.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Pleasure Principle</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248651037508957522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNb0T2C09VI/AAAAAAAAABg/zZv5_ZcFurQ/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I needed to take a break from studying, so I decided to blog about one of my favorite past-times...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love football! It is something that brings my family together during Fridays (high school), Saturday (collegiate), &amp;amp; Sunday (pro) to swap stories, laugh, &amp;amp; yell at the television (&amp;amp; sometimes one another)! My mom is an unusual mom; whereas, most Dads won't allow you to touch the television during football, it's my mom!!! It's been like that since I was born, lol. She attends church during the early service just so that she can come home, cook dinner, &amp;amp; get ready for football!! I think the worst news she ever received was when she was told she couldn't get the NFL ticket this year because of the position of her home &amp;amp; the satellite signal being weak!! So, it was inevitable that football would be in my blood. When my son hits the weight requirement, he too will be out on the field (just as my little brother was) running the ball as a little tyke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Friday I attended my little brother's high school football game (now a senior, he has committed to the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;University of Georgia&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; it was so exhilarating. Raw energy! The crowd, the band, the lights...it was all about the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've dealt with my favorite past-time on all levels, so watching my brother's game it made me think..."How can something that brings me such pleasure have caused me such pain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but to think about how when players progress to the next level it can tend to taint the game little, by little. High school football is just pure football. Collegiate becomes a little tainted, but it still seems to be all about the game &amp;amp; its rivals. Then there is the NFL, which I've witnessed first hand how it can change a person &amp;amp; what the game is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I can't wait to see how my little bro handles a bigger stage next year &amp;amp; with his hopes of one day playing in the NFL, I can't wait to see how he handles the ultimate stage! My hope is that at the end of the day he remembers how he felt at 50 pds, barley coming to my knees, running that ball down the field &amp;amp; how it was just pure FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, Go &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E-A-G-L-E-S, EAGLES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B blessed,&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-8414182095373926554?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8414182095373926554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=8414182095373926554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/8414182095373926554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/8414182095373926554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/pleasure-principle.html' title='Pleasure Principle'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNb0T2C09VI/AAAAAAAAABg/zZv5_ZcFurQ/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-532541958241252706</id><published>2008-09-18T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:24:20.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But did she really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJxgZefYAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zVqw-3PKbek/s1600-h/1+Tai+Finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247381317248573442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJxgZefYAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zVqw-3PKbek/s320/1+Tai+Finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course she did! Leave it to Erica to throw a match on a such a beautifully done blog! Well you're lucky I love you "Self" (even though you're the BAD half...hmph....that damn picture (YES I DID JUST CURSE! SEE WHAT SHE MADE ME DO GUYS?!) is the pits!) I think mine rocks and definately sums up what I thought when I logged on this morning. Did I mention she called me at the butt crack to dawn and woke me up to see this mess?! Gotta looooove my "Self". Grrrrrrrr! E! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I'll blog later. E....this one is JUUUUSSSST for you! MMMMMMMWAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-532541958241252706?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/532541958241252706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=532541958241252706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/532541958241252706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/532541958241252706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-did-she-really.html' title='But did she really?!'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJxgZefYAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zVqw-3PKbek/s72-c/1+Tai+Finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-8440715868614319052</id><published>2008-09-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:57:12.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clearly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJr1MGBTYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SO5uVPNOU1Y/s1600-h/n500047892_392990_6586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247375077363764610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJr1MGBTYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SO5uVPNOU1Y/s320/n500047892_392990_6586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, unlike my counterpart....this will not that that long. what can i say? my name is erica (but u can call me "e"). i'm 26 years old (damn you 30) &amp;amp; i'm a fairly new mother (but have often though of putting the kid on ebay w/no reserve). i'm me. depending on the time you catch me depends what part of me u will encounter. i'm moody, sometimes dry, &amp;amp; always keep an attitude not to far in my pocket just in case i need to pull it out for someone. i'm hella inquisitive (another word for nosey) &amp;amp; have no problem asking what i wanna know. i'm just rolling with this heffa called "life". if u would've asked me 5 yrs ago where i would b in 5 yrs after graduating from college it would not b here....life, oh she' a itch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Addressing the person I share this Blog with*** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's a weirdo. she's wordy. and she's extra extra....BUT don't mess w/her cause u have to deal w/her other side...ME! you know those deep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJpO1IKZ2I/AAAAAAAAABA/whgzsz-IID0/s1600-h/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247372219340449634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJpO1IKZ2I/AAAAAAAAABA/whgzsz-IID0/s320/237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;down thoughts, secrets, &amp;amp; feelings that you would never say out loud b/c you're afraid of what people may think or judge about u....well, not me. i just call tai. she is the only person that i tell EVERYTHING, knowing that i'll get the truth, which sometimes gets on my freaking nerves. as i've stated i have a slight attitude, so when i call tai w/my sometimes dry &amp;amp; mean antidote she quickly reminds me in but so many words..."What Would Jesus Do?" i hate that. i hate it because she's right &amp;amp; instead of going through with my evil deed/plot (as i'm rubbing my hands together w/an evil laugh to follow), she quickly delivers a solution with the "Christan" thing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being a product of a mom who moved so often, tai is the ONLY childhood friend i have &amp;amp; it just adds to an unshakable bond we share. she can complete my sentences or tell just by me saying "hello" over the phone that something is wrong. she's always there (after i've tracked her down by calling all 3 of her phones)! with different personalities &amp;amp; energies, we r still one of the same. when i'm talking to tai, it's just like talking to my "Self"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***back to the regularly scheduled program***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, back to where i never thought i would be. this year has been fulled with storms &amp;amp; even though i'm in the middle of a hurricane, i can still feel God's grace, mercy, &amp;amp; sunshine on my face. i am literally living my worst nightmares, but i'm understanding that in order for God to show you how strong he has made you, you have to go through things you thought you could never endure....BUT low-&amp;amp;-behold are still standing at the end of the day! God makes no mistakes &amp;amp; picks on the ones he loves the most (thanks "Self"), so at the end of the day i know i'm in good hands...(with Allstate or rather Godstate, lol)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to give too much of me away (gotta save that for my tell-all/fictional/non-fictional novel). glad that you have chosen to come along for the ride....maybe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Why is the Blog Tittled "Clearly"?****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b/c i was on the phone with tai last night (as she tends to be the last person i speak with before i go to sleep), she is so excited about what she has done to the blog &amp;amp; how fly it is &amp;amp; she can't wait for me to see it! she wanted me to "go look @ it now," but i was already in the bed with my kid (who was WIDE DAMN AWAKE), so i told her i would take a look this morning. well, here i am taking a look &amp;amp; i hate it b/c "Clearly" (ahhh haaaa, name of the blog) that wench knows i'm a member of the PRESTIGIOUS ORGANIZATION (2ND GENERATION) DELTA SIGMA THETA, INCORPORATED &amp;amp; this trick "clearly" (the title again!) made the blog pink &amp;amp; damn green. boooooo! luckily for her Delta's look good against ANY color!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, OOOOOOOOOOOO-OP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b blessed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-8440715868614319052?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8440715868614319052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=8440715868614319052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/8440715868614319052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/8440715868614319052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-unlike-my-counterpart.html' title='clearly...'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNJr1MGBTYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SO5uVPNOU1Y/s72-c/n500047892_392990_6586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825174946596502677.post-2094285938679871398</id><published>2008-09-16T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:09:24.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me My "Self" and YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNHGV6akGxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nnxpgOC0gkQ/s1600-h/Kisses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247193120623565586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNHGV6akGxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nnxpgOC0gkQ/s320/Kisses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess i'll go first since my "Self" is MAKING ME! LOL! You've already heard a little bit about me. I'm Tai...one half of this fabulous and fierce duo. I'm moody, blunt (to a fault at times), VERY OPINIONATED, hyper, but above all else, i'm sincere. You will never have to question if i'm telling you how I feel in entirety. You get it all...Good...Bad...and WORSE! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;I thought I knew it all...at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; I KNEW I knew it all and you couldn't tell me a gosh darn thing...now at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; I see...I didn't know SHIT-ake mushrooms. ( Did I mention i'm trying to cut back on the cursing? I guess I should warn you in advance...you will see a LOT of corny replacements for the vulgar words i'm trying to eliminate from my vocabulary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I had life all figured out and I had a plan and a course of action...BOOOOOOOM! (yea BIG boom!) Life hit me with a sucker punch and knocked me on my ASS-paragus! I was left to sit and reflect and re-direct. That's tough to do when you realize all the mistakes you've made and the corrections that must take place in order to BE that HERO that you once looked up to. (Did that make sense?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify...there's always ONE person (or maybe more than one) that you've looked up to...admired...and you could see yourself taking whatever positive or cool thing that person had and making it apart of you. When I was younger and immature i'd call that "swag jacking" or "biting" but now that i'm older and smarter, I call it wise. As long as it's IMPROVING your character...your integrity... fashion sense... Or D all of the above! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes all of the above to set yourself apart from those who are making moves, those that are moving just enough to get by, and those that are not moving at all. I'm trying to MOVE AHEAD. Be the positive change that I want to see in our youth. Live with purpose. Leave a legacy. You know...HERO SHIT-ake mushrooms! LOL! (THAT IS SOOOO CORNY!) I had to purge the immature things that i'd grown content with...the SHALLOW things that didn't really add value to my self worth...and the people who didn't love me enough to say...YO! GET IT TOGETHER CHICK! I took an account of who and what belonged in my lifes portfolio and I'm proud to say that I am RICH BISHES! LOL! I am rich in a sense that I am apart of an AMAZING team that I support and supports me. If blessings had a monetary value i'd be more wealthy than Bill G and Oprah W combined! (YEA THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!) I have my family, my friends, my career, and best of all I have my "Self".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****MUSH ALERT!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot of ups and downs...bumps and bruises (HELL-o (hee hee hee)....i've had full out war wounds!)...laughter and full out tom foolery! And through all of that i've had my right hand man...Erica...My "Self". I'm fortunate because through the best and the worst times of my life i've NEVER been alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****SIDEBAR****&lt;br /&gt;Did we tell you how "SELF" came about? Well the running joke is... talking to one another (Me and E) is like talking to ourselves! LOL! And it's true...there have been days i've asked her advice and she's said the exact thing I was thinking and the heffa has the NERRRRVE to say..."But you already knew that because you thought it yourself". Or she'll call and tell me a story and tell me how a certain situation made her feel and she'd ask...&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I'm saying?" and before I can answer she'll say... "Of course you do because i'm talking to my "self". So...there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CONTINUING***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica has always has the balls to chin check me when i'm dead wrong...never once sparing my feelings...she always keeps it raw and straight to the point. And when i'm hurting she's always there to tell me she understands and to SUCK IT UP! Her favorite words are..."So what now?" And i'll be honest that SHIT-ake mushrooms (that's just gettin annoyin! lol) sometimes works my DARN nerves! I'll be ranting for like an hour and she'll be understanding...listening very patient...and when i'm done and i'm waiting on her to say something comforting like "Oh girrrllll....you need anything...you ok?" (you know baby me a LIL bit) she hits me with a very dry and very logical (VERY ERICA LIKE) "So what now?" (I wish you all could hear me laughing right now and see this ONE tear rolling down my cheek from laughing this hard. Wheeewwww)&lt;br /&gt;But that's always exactly what I need...she's my rock...she's the LOGICAL part of me... and I appreciate her and thank God for her EVERYDAY! A lot of people owe her! Trust me she's saved people trips to the mechanics, hospitals, and has saved me a WHOLE lot of bail money! I should send this blog to a LIST of people that should send her thank you cards! LOL...But not really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've told you a lil about ME...I've told you a lil about my SELF...and now this is where YOU come in to play...You will be watching me (and my Self) grow. You will be there on this ride with us because we're letting you in free of charge. Your mission (should you choose to accept) is to help us in any way you can and enjoy the ride! Simple right? LOL! (Yea...right...simple my ASS-paragus!! You'll see! (insert evil laughter))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i've just noticed? I'm long winded! Sheesh! (SHUT UP ERICA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i've given you all some insight about who I am and all that jazz...I promise to keep the next one short! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Nite!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Tai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825174946596502677-2094285938679871398?l=myselfreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2094285938679871398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825174946596502677&amp;postID=2094285938679871398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/2094285938679871398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825174946596502677/posts/default/2094285938679871398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-my-self-and-you.html' title='Me My &quot;Self&quot; and YOU!'/><author><name>"Self"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198464471818540233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNBTA93ZdPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JwS15PK5rL4/S220/n500047892_268091_3686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MIC5Yzot3U/SNHGV6akGxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nnxpgOC0gkQ/s72-c/Kisses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
