<?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-1744473961721702110</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:03.075-05:00</updated><category term='fml'/><category term='pics'/><category term='caribana'/><category term='mr. right'/><category term='yummmy'/><category term='public school'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='budget'/><category term='movies'/><category term='guys'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='videos'/><category term='meli'/><category term='music'/><category term='ray ray ray'/><category term='why I love them'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='blog'/><category term='links'/><category term='cute'/><category term='life'/><category term='robert nesta marley'/><category term='feng shui'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='true blood'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='family'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='stupid girls'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='georgia nicholson'/><category term='broke-ass'/><title type='text'>and she makes the world go 'rounddd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6348165700712067452</id><published>2011-08-29T08:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:31:32.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottage Life</title><content type='html'>We went to the cottage about a week ago.  It was fun.  The kids had a blast!!  They tend to make the most out of most situations.  Love them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only crappy thing I had to say about the experience, is the amount of spiders that were there.  But I hate nature.  Everyone who knows me, know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some pics for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTPINNiMIY/TluQBq63ypI/AAAAAAAAARU/QoySjHA6uNE/s1600/c1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTPINNiMIY/TluQBq63ypI/AAAAAAAAARU/QoySjHA6uNE/s320/c1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646264916214532754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the kitchen window of the deck.  All you can really see are the trees.  If you look close enough, you might even be able to see some spiders.  Not even kidding.  They're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euRd7_v4ERc/TluQWHDs7LI/AAAAAAAAARc/8X0jSxs-0J4/s1600/c3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euRd7_v4ERc/TluQWHDs7LI/AAAAAAAAARc/8X0jSxs-0J4/s320/c3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646265267365145778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of the bbq after &lt;a href=http://twitter.com/johnbimmer&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; cleaned it up.  I can't post a pic of the before because that pic would make you gag.  No, really, it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeybBShOSLY/TluRabz8KUI/AAAAAAAAARk/HbRvRW2igSM/s1600/c2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeybBShOSLY/TluRabz8KUI/AAAAAAAAARk/HbRvRW2igSM/s320/c2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646266441167284546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is pretty self explanatory.  It's yum yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H12WkExPPTc/TluTsMCG-fI/AAAAAAAAARs/oak4g7ra0oo/s1600/c5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H12WkExPPTc/TluTsMCG-fI/AAAAAAAAARs/oak4g7ra0oo/s320/c5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646268945192647154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of the stairs beside the pool house going towards to water/deck.  If you look closely, you can even see spiders in this pic.  Honestly, my skin crawls looking at this specific pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tt7mdxMlYdI/TluUDN5HNzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qtlIqHhYFxY/s1600/c4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tt7mdxMlYdI/TluUDN5HNzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qtlIqHhYFxY/s320/c4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646269340828776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this is a pic of the kiddies and &lt;a href="http://www.melidworld.com"&gt; Meli&lt;/a&gt; frolicking in the water.  This was pretty much a constant for them.  They were always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics courtesy of &lt;a href=http://twitter.com/johnbimmer&gt;John's&lt;/a&gt; phone.  Haven't uploaded the pics from the camera yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6348165700712067452?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6348165700712067452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6348165700712067452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6348165700712067452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6348165700712067452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cottage-life.html' title='Cottage Life'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJTPINNiMIY/TluQBq63ypI/AAAAAAAAARU/QoySjHA6uNE/s72-c/c1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1832404400946157405</id><published>2011-06-13T09:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:40:14.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My health plan</title><content type='html'>This year (after a haitus last year) I will be playing mas again this year at Caribana (or whatever it's called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my costume (the teal coloured one):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carnivalnationz.com/index.php?option=com_k2&amp;view=item&amp;layout=item&amp;id=93&amp;Itemid=98"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AToRzE0-Pqs/TfYSQ1a1yjI/AAAAAAAAARM/s0v192dZmd8/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617697665618135602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in dire hopes of fitting into it (I really wish you could try on the costume before purchasing it) I will be doing a strict health regiment.  Well, strict for me.  Probably pretty lax for everyone who's even remotely healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to keep a journal or log of some sorts to help out with this.  Effective today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wish me luck*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1832404400946157405?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1832404400946157405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1832404400946157405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1832404400946157405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1832404400946157405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-health-plan.html' title='My health plan'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AToRzE0-Pqs/TfYSQ1a1yjI/AAAAAAAAARM/s0v192dZmd8/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7344609666537203359</id><published>2011-03-03T10:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:55:36.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>So I've come out of retirement. Just for a bit. Not sure how long this is going to last, but I had to share the two places I want to add to my bucket list. Since I don't have anything on it yet, I will list these as #1 &amp;amp; #2, however, that is not necessarily the order of importance in which they stand in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579880247314556258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Avfmq3uTFC4/TW-3hX5nJWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9d-cykfv_UY/s320/Leap_of_Faith_4_low.jpg" /&gt;Yes, that is a waterslide, and yes that is a pool filled with sharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Leap of Faith&lt;/b&gt; @ Atlantis: The Palm in Dubai&lt;br /&gt;27.5m tall and 61m long, from the top of the Ziggurat the Leap of Faith catapults riders into a transparent tunnel and through a shark-filled lagoon, where guitar sharks, bow mouth sharks, white tip, black tip and grey reef sharks all reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579882429809018338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OB2G-SBOYg/TW-5gaU1xeI/AAAAAAAAARA/NoxPxFATNaM/s320/aquaduck_disney_dream_0907_rdax_676x483.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AquaDuck&lt;/strong&gt; on Disney Cruise Lines&lt;br /&gt;AquaDuck is a thrilling "water coaster," whose entrance is on Deck 12, Aft aboard the Disney Dream. In a cruise industry first, Guests are propelled at high speeds from Deck 12, Aft through an acrylic tube on a breathtaking journey up, down, around and off the side of the ship, through the Forward Funnel and—following a mammoth drop—into a lazy river.&lt;br /&gt;Developed by Disney Imagineers, this elevated water coaster—the first of its kind at sea—travels 765 feet and features exciting twists, turns and plunges. It was designed for adults and children at least 42" or taller. Single riders must be at least 54" or taller. Children under 7 may ride with someone 14 years of age or older, provided the child is at least 42" tall.&lt;br /&gt;AquaDuck affords breathtaking views of the ocean and ship below—that is, if you're brave enough to keep your eyes open during this exciting ride! It also offers a bird's-eye view of the exciting new pools available to family, kids and adults on the Disney Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tata for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7344609666537203359?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7344609666537203359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7344609666537203359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7344609666537203359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7344609666537203359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Avfmq3uTFC4/TW-3hX5nJWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9d-cykfv_UY/s72-c/Leap_of_Faith_4_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5489607207540657657</id><published>2010-11-23T20:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:24:29.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01 – Introduce yourself</title><content type='html'>At this point if you don't know my name, consider yourself an idiot, because all you have to do is look at the address bar.......idiot.&lt;br /&gt;In case you're still dense, it's Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a twenty something single mother to my eight year old daughter.  She is my life.  I'm a daughter to my parents, and sister to Meli.  Sister-in-law to an ass bird, John.  Aunty to Marky and Mason.&lt;br /&gt;My family means the world to me, don't mess with them.  My friends are my friends for a reason and I only roll with those who I know are going to be there for me, even when i'm a bitch (which is quite often).  They can expect nothing but the same in return.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitter and angry, and some might even call me jaded.  But I think those labels come in handy when need be.  I think I am also loyal and honest and a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still have 29 more days left of reading, so don't judge this book by my introduction only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-5489607207540657657?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5489607207540657657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5489607207540657657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5489607207540657657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5489607207540657657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-introduce-yourself.html' title='Day 01 – Introduce yourself'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6012771053788258401</id><published>2010-11-23T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:48:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Meme</title><content type='html'>So haven't been here in a while. I do have ALOT to write about, but......yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have decided to partake in this 30 Day Meme that i've seen floating around. Mind you, I have no idea what a meme is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meme is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 01 – Introduce yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 – Your first love&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 – Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 – What you ate today&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 – Your definition of love&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 – Your day&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 – Your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 – A moment&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 – Your beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – What you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – Your siblings&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – What’s in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – This week&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – What you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – Your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Your favorite birthday&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Something you regret&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – This month&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – Another moment&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – Something that upsets you&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – Something that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – A first&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – Your fears&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – Your favorite place&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Something that you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Your aspirations&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – One last moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to complete these at the end of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall go google meme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6012771053788258401?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6012771053788258401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6012771053788258401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6012771053788258401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6012771053788258401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-meme.html' title='30 Day Meme'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2989512863773360895</id><published>2010-09-30T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:15:26.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone vs. BB</title><content type='html'>Ok, so &lt;a href="http://www.melidoworld.com/"&gt;Meli&lt;/a&gt; got a new BB the other day, not the torch but the &lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/devices/blackberrycurve.jsp"&gt;curve&lt;/a&gt;, and I started playing with it. I got to say, it was quite fun. I especially liked that whole bb messenger option. Before I thought it was just like texting, and I was like, what's so great about that, but alas, I think that is great! Especially the smiley's.&lt;br /&gt;The keys are alittle smaller than I like and it was difficult to type, but so was the iPhone at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the iPhone is a computer, ipod and phone combined into one! Honestly it gets no better than that for functionality. The camera could be better though.&lt;br /&gt;I love the apps because Babygirl can play with it to kill some time too. It has youtube, which again, kills time for Babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't really text that much anyways. But I think if I had a bb, Iwould ping everybody I know, just because I could, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I love that option.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will try to ping on text messages and see if it's the same affect, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess I will just stick to my iPhone for now.....holding out for the iPhone 4 once I get some extra flow and it becomes available. But I definitely will be pinging everyone with Meli's phone, so look out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2989512863773360895?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2989512863773360895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2989512863773360895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2989512863773360895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2989512863773360895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-vs-bb.html' title='iPhone vs. BB'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4168402361250299069</id><published>2010-09-27T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:20:28.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You  know what sucks??</title><content type='html'>Having to consol your dad when he tells you he's scared and starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TKEmSjd3TpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47x5LRbL8Ks/s1600/rw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521736718332939922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TKEmSjd3TpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47x5LRbL8Ks/s320/rw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That sucks.&lt;br /&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/1744473961721702110-4168402361250299069?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4168402361250299069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4168402361250299069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4168402361250299069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4168402361250299069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-what-sucks.html' title='You  know what sucks??'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TKEmSjd3TpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47x5LRbL8Ks/s72-c/rw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5814646894134194529</id><published>2010-09-14T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:37:07.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're still dick whipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_c39V7MsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U5FF66vzc3g/s1600/pon-and-zi-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516870922469585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_c39V7MsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U5FF66vzc3g/s320/pon-and-zi-42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do not mistake my kindness for weakness&lt;/span&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/1744473961721702110-5814646894134194529?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5814646894134194529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5814646894134194529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5814646894134194529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5814646894134194529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-still-dick-whipped.html' title='You&apos;re still dick whipped'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_c39V7MsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U5FF66vzc3g/s72-c/pon-and-zi-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6597862608776073229</id><published>2010-09-14T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:06:27.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You spend all your hours just rushing around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_VtvxQxFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aB6E8QCKFgU/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_VtvxQxFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aB6E8QCKFgU/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516863050446062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6597862608776073229?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6597862608776073229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6597862608776073229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6597862608776073229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6597862608776073229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-spend-all-your-hours-just-rushing.html' title='You spend all your hours just rushing around'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TI_VtvxQxFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aB6E8QCKFgU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4537796215619658769</id><published>2010-09-02T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:24:58.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom bye bye.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TH_d4Pk2aiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GXB8HeM2ajs/s1600/b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TH_d4Pk2aiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GXB8HeM2ajs/s320/b.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512368427248282146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4537796215619658769?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4537796215619658769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4537796215619658769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4537796215619658769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4537796215619658769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/boom-bye-bye.html' title='Boom bye bye.......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TH_d4Pk2aiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GXB8HeM2ajs/s72-c/b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8873433301362094614</id><published>2010-08-27T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:48:11.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One prayer - Tell God to forgive for one sin</title><content type='html'>Matter fact, maybe more than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Vomit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Chris Brown more than Rihanna. I get it, he abused her and I think he should get some fingernails pulled out for that, but he is dealing with his reprimand. I also think Rihanna tries to hard. I just don't like her; her fashion sense, her artistic expression, her choices. Her songs since the attach haven't really been that good (IMO). The only songs that she sings that get alot of radio play are songs that she sings the hook on. She's kind of like the Neptunes (but I ♥ them). Onthe other hand, I am all about Chris Brown's songs post Rihanna beating.As a person, again I only know what I am exposed to through the media and since he is more or less shamed off the face of the Earth, I am not made aware of his doings. But i like the way he dresses more than the way Rihanna dresses and that is all I need to base my opinion on, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to know what goes through a dead-beat-dads (shall be refered to as DBD from this point on) head. I would just like to shadow them for a couple months (and get paid too, of course) and see how they fuction and what their mentality is. I really hate generalising and saying that all DBD are that way because they choose to be so and by no means of their own can't help it and that sometimes it's just society's way of stereotyping them. I mean, I know some single dads who take an active roll in their kids life. I want to know what makes those "bad apples" such bad apples. At which point do they decide that 'hey, maybe I didn't want this kid' and 'hey, maybe this isn't even my kid' and 'a mother can raise a child by herself, because maybe that kid doesn't even need another roll model in their life'. Because as we all know, the world is not filled with enough kids that know both their parents. I don't understand this natural responsibilty that comes over someone when they have a child as being absent. And again, i'm not necessarily blaming the DBD, because as a mother (the only view I know) it has always been to put my daughter first, and her needs and wants are my priority and responsibilty. She is me and everything (everything!) I do serves some purpose to her life. I want to find out where and what makes that disconnect happen to the DBD. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I might have been (in some subconscious, change the world type of way) responsible for what is happening.  When someone asked what's new or what's going on in my life, I would always say 'nothing' or 'same old, same old'.  I didn't mean it in a negative way and I wasn't complaining.  I like consistency, I like regularity.  I am not ooposed to change but I don't necessarily need it all the time.  And then this happens.  The worst possible change.  I don't want it.  I want it to go back to where my life was a constant.  More so, I want my family to be celebrating the impending birth of another fat kid, instead of doubts and worries and unsettling prospects of what may, can and hasn't come/happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8873433301362094614?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8873433301362094614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8873433301362094614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8873433301362094614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8873433301362094614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-prayer-tell-god-to-forgive-for-one.html' title='One prayer - Tell God to forgive for one sin'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-889507491790215799</id><published>2010-08-18T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:41:04.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You know the funny thing with Carrie is that I don't think she should've ended up with Big.  They ruined so many lives and relationships only to end up together.  Team Aidan!!)&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/1744473961721702110-889507491790215799?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/889507491790215799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=889507491790215799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/889507491790215799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/889507491790215799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3827783262256800692</id><published>2010-07-29T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:32:11.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't believe the hype</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TFG7BBT6cAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SvJysuicU1U/s1600/quote.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499382246202306562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TFG7BBT6cAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SvJysuicU1U/s320/quote.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dun dadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3827783262256800692?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3827783262256800692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3827783262256800692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3827783262256800692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3827783262256800692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-believe-hype.html' title='Don&apos;t believe the hype'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TFG7BBT6cAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SvJysuicU1U/s72-c/quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2838002566958817861</id><published>2010-07-22T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:19:53.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bomb atomically</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Socrates' philosophies&lt;br /&gt;and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these&lt;br /&gt;mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496796665042724098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TEiLcY5sZQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hO41B8hk5dg/s320/wu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I like this mat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2838002566958817861?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2838002566958817861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2838002566958817861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2838002566958817861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2838002566958817861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-bomb-atomically.html' title='I bomb atomically'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TEiLcY5sZQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hO41B8hk5dg/s72-c/wu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-437161514518850399</id><published>2010-07-13T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:33:13.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That snake could be that chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And that rat could be that cool cat, that's whispering "she's trying to play you for a fool, Black"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yea, there's been things happening.  And I think that it's been a real eye opener.  It's almost enough to bring me out of my little safe place.  It's brought change and unknown and everything that worries me.  &lt;br /&gt;But it's also brought realisation and clarity on alot of things that I didn't think to question before.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my immediate family (think Mommy, Daddy, Baby, Meli, John and their offspring) matter to me the most.  &lt;br /&gt;I found out that people I expect to be there, aren't.  And I can't be upset at that.  Why should they be there?  It's just putting way too much faith in people.  I hate having to rely on people for anything.  I hate that feeling of not being in control of not handling something, because something else was missing.  &lt;br /&gt;I also found out, that some people are there for you through thick and thin.  That the ones who are the furthest away make you feel like they are right here, when the people right here are not.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I found out, that damn, the poeple I had no faith in, can actually make an effort and might actually help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Human nature can surprise you when you least expect or want it.  That can be applied to positive and negative ways.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that we have more positive instances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-437161514518850399?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/437161514518850399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=437161514518850399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/437161514518850399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/437161514518850399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-snake-could-be-that-chick.html' title='That snake could be that chick'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8378925723203576817</id><published>2010-06-24T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:17:33.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I live for the nights that I can't remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With the people that I won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I teef''d it, b/c I thought it was funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime this year, we taxpayers will receive an ' HST Compensation'' payment.&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed a very exciting program, and I'll explain it by using a Q &amp;amp; A format:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. What is an 'HST Compensation' payment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A. It is money that the provincial government will send to taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. Where will the government get this money ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. From taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. So the government is giving me back my own money ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Only a smidgen of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. What is the purpose of this payment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A. The plan is for you to use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;strong&gt;. But isn't that stimulating the economy of China ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the economy by spending your compensation cheque wisely:&lt;br /&gt;* If you spend the stimulus money at Wal-Mart, the money will go to China or Sri Lanka ...&lt;br /&gt;* If you spend it on gasoline, your money will go to the Arabs.&lt;br /&gt;* If you purchase a computer, it will go to India , Taiwan or China .&lt;br /&gt;* If you purchase fruit and vegetables, it will go to Mexico , Honduras and Guatemala ..&lt;br /&gt;* If you buy an efficient car, it will go to Japan or Korea .&lt;br /&gt;* If you purchase useless stuff, it will go to Taiwan .&lt;br /&gt;* If you pay your credit cards off, or buy stock, it will go&lt;br /&gt;to management bonuses and they will hide it offshore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, keep the money in Canada by:&lt;br /&gt;1) Spending it at yard sales, or&lt;br /&gt;2) Going to hockey games, or&lt;br /&gt;3) Spending it on a hooker, or&lt;br /&gt;4) Beer or&lt;br /&gt;5) Tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;(These are the only Canadian businesses still operating in Canada . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Go to a hockey game with a tattooed hooker you met at a yard&lt;br /&gt;sale and drink beer all day !&lt;br /&gt;No need to thank me, I'm just glad I could be of help.&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/1744473961721702110-8378925723203576817?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8378925723203576817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8378925723203576817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8378925723203576817'/><link 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(That means i'm on top of my game)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for bringing back rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ this white boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Yuq7j17d3M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TBu2RObFDxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PlpTkZErr60/s1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/TBu2RObFDxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PlpTkZErr60/s400/cup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484177378299416338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crumbs.com/cupcakes"&gt;NOM NOM NOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4822780534256791833?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4822780534256791833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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It’s 2AM and you are not home. You are more than likely:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping over at Meli’s house or out dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What’s the last thing you spent more than $100 on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl’s sparring equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do your bank checks look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re green……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where did the shirt you are currently wearing come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy Shier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Name something that will be on your Christmas wish list:&lt;/strong&gt;A condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Name something you collect and tell us about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect receipts and that’s only because I never clean out my bag/wallet anywhere near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Last restaurant you ate at. Who were you with? How was it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho, I went with Meli and as per usual, it was GREAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Who was the last person you bought a birthday card for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your worst bad habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating an excessive amount of junk food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Name a magazine you subscribe to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your favorite pizza toppings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchovies, but no on else likes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose number were you looking up the last time you used a phone book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone book??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Other than family, who is the person that you love most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, family is all I have room for in my heart.  I’m cold blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is the last thing you cooked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que???  I do not cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Name something you wouldn’t want to buy used?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things other than cars….and houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is the last thing you remember losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What is the ugliest piece of furniture in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those cabinets we have in the dining room; they’re so aged and coolie looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Last thing you bought and ended up returning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure it must have been something from Walmart……I don’t usually return things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What perfume/cologne do you wear? If none, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacoste Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your favorite board game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Babygirl feels like playing at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What was the last board game you played?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Where did your vehicle come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toyota……….so Japan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If a movie was made about your life what would the theme song be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow…..that’s a really good question…….umm, let’s see, the ommodores - Brick House, bwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. You’re sad, who can cheer you up easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl, unless she’s the one who made me sad.  Then no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red with black sashes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not so much of a poultry fan.  Fried I guess…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. It is your birthday. You hope the cake is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream, nom, nom, nom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6400998396953178710?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6400998396953178710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6400998396953178710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6400998396953178710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6400998396953178710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-welfare-supporters.html' title='No welfare supporters'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-410911402030077185</id><published>2010-06-01T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:30:13.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im chuckin my deuces up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that bullshit is for the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You aint nothin but a vulture&lt;br /&gt;Always hopin for the worst&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to fuck up up&lt;br /&gt;You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just what I need,&lt;/strong&gt; she knows just what I mean&lt;br /&gt;When I tell her keep it drama free&lt;br /&gt;I told you that im leaving (deuces)&lt;br /&gt;I know you mad but so what?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you best of luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now im bout to throw them deuces up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on some new shit&lt;br /&gt;Im chuckin my deuces up to her&lt;br /&gt;Im moving on to something better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more tryin to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Use to be valentines&lt;br /&gt;Together all the time&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was true love, but you know women lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its like I sent my love with a text two times&lt;br /&gt;Call cause I care but I aint get no reply&lt;br /&gt;Tryna see eye to eye but its like we both blind&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it lets hit the club, i rarely sip but pour me some&lt;br /&gt;Cause when its all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;I aint gon be the one that she can always run to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate liars, &lt;strong&gt;fuck love Im tired of tryin&lt;br /&gt;My heart big but it beat quiet&lt;br /&gt;I don’t never feel like we vibin&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time we alone its a awkward silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave your keys on the kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond&lt;br /&gt;Shit is over, whatchu trippin for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t wanna have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But baby I think its better if I let you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, my shorty always on some bullshit like Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow&lt;br /&gt;Deuces, we aint got no future in tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a dick, so it shouldn’t be that hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;The other chick Im with never complain&lt;br /&gt;She make wanna leave the one im with Usher Raymond&lt;br /&gt;Probably didn’t register, don’t trip, later on it will&lt;br /&gt;Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles&lt;br /&gt;I finally noticed it, it finally hit me&lt;br /&gt;Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a new chick, and she aint you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paula patton thick She give me déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;And all that attitude, I don’t care bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all that shit I do for her, you gon hear bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breezy rep two up, two down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But im just puttin two up, chuckin up the deuce now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tIr0rMZLcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tIr0rMZLcs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-410911402030077185?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/410911402030077185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=410911402030077185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/410911402030077185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/410911402030077185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-chuckin-my-deuces-up.html' title='Im chuckin my deuces up'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7435264948499372845</id><published>2010-05-27T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:10:29.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't a rehearsal</title><content type='html'>♪ The camera’s always rolling ♫♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The BP incident is crap.  It’s pathetic to think that there were no measures in place to ensure something like this would never happen.  Honestly, they need to go out of business or something because they are obviously not fit to run something as critical and dangerous as oil drilling.  I mean, are there not protocols or anything in place to avoid situations like this?  Why aren’t they gov’t regulated?  Overlooking the fact that 11 of their own workers were killed (AND NEVER FOUND!!!) we now have a global crisis on our hand.  And I say we, because even though I have never even heard of them before in my life, my future, and my kid’s future and maybe even my kid’s kids futures are probably going to me messed up because of this.  Plus, I love seafood!  The prices are now going to sky rocket, if there are even any species still left to eat!  &lt;br /&gt;2. Why is there always some sort of drama going on?  I like the simple life, I do.  I like having a carefree life (which is difficult with adulthood, I understand, but as close to it as I can get is great).  I like having clear skin (well as clear as I can get).  I like not having to care and worry about what people think or expect from me.  I WANT TO BE ME.  I think that my nonchalant attitude stems from when I got pregnant.  My parents were so busy worried about what everyone thought, they were stressed beyond belief.  My Mom actually told me that if my Dad were to get into an accident (he drives for his profession) it would be my fault because I put all this extra stress on him.  I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that there youngest daughter, who hadn’t finished school yet, was now pregnant by a boy (yes, a boy) who didn’t have a job and hadn’t finished school.  But I think the whole out of wedlock thing was a big contributor as well……..There were some family members that stopped talking to us, some who refused to let their kids talk to me and even some who convinced my mother that I should have an abortion.  Since then, I have a total disregard of anyone opinions or ideas unless I asked for it.  And even then, sometimes it was just to humour me; I could really care less about what they had to say.  I just smile and nod. &lt;br /&gt;I digress though.  My parents are now dealing with some really close family friends (they went as far as to say the wife was close to my Mom like a daughter, and the husband was as close to my Dad as a brother) who have now stopped talking to my parents.  It unfortunate, because they were that close.  My Dad doesn’t know the whole extent of the situation, hell; I don’t even know the whole extent of the situation.  All I know is that they have stopped inviting us out with them and are treating us like 2nd class friends.  Personally, the only part that really bothers me (other than my parents being upset over it) is that Babygirl was really good friends with their son and now she probably won’t be able to play with him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Does anyone know how in tarnation to make a cardboard car?????  Babygirl has a project where she needs to construct a car that rolls on wheels.  Seems easy enough right??  Well, you’re wrong!!!  We’ve tried with paper towel rolls and Kleenex boxes and even lids from drinks.  She is on the verge of getting a C- if she can’t get this thing to roll.  I’ve tried googling the answer and I don’t know how they came up with these ideas, but we’ve tried them and they don’t roll.  Do I look like an engineer??  I’m a CSR for crying out loud, I can explain how to use excel.  We have one more day to figure it out.  Hoo boy, I hope we get it right!&lt;br /&gt;4.          &lt;a href=http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com&gt;Neekee&lt;/a&gt; and I have decided to never, ever go to a specific club ever again.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7435264948499372845?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7435264948499372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7435264948499372845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7435264948499372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7435264948499372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-aint-rehearsal.html' title='Life ain&apos;t a rehearsal'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3850569011596317674</id><published>2010-05-18T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:37:45.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Haters:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Before you go pointing your fingers, make sure your hands are clean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Robert Nester Marley&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/1744473961721702110-3850569011596317674?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3850569011596317674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3850569011596317674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3850569011596317674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3850569011596317674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-haters.html' title='Dear Haters:'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3842957745037000996</id><published>2010-05-14T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:13:23.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because Dude's got moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTUHrWutG_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTUHrWutG_w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&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/1744473961721702110-3842957745037000996?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3842957745037000996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3842957745037000996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3842957745037000996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3842957745037000996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-because-dudes-got-moves.html' title='Just because Dude&apos;s got moves'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1769350220692114118</id><published>2010-05-12T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:01:59.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me a feeling that I've never felt before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“You know what I do with the people who mess with me or my family? I have a special circle reserved in hell for them!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Victor Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S-rs5crBoLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/woda9mhjZ4s/s1600/s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470445169088241842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S-rs5crBoLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/woda9mhjZ4s/s400/s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I deserve, yes I deserve it.&lt;/span&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/1744473961721702110-1769350220692114118?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1769350220692114118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1769350220692114118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1769350220692114118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1769350220692114118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-give-me-feeling-that-ive-never-felt.html' title='You give me a feeling that I&apos;ve never felt before'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S-rs5crBoLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/woda9mhjZ4s/s72-c/s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5680892110358326126</id><published>2010-05-11T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:43:05.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many times, I've been wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;centre&gt;I guess being right, takes too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m a little late on the whole Mother’s Day Thing.  So Happy Mothers Day to those who are doing a kick ass job, because, in short, you rock!!&lt;br /&gt;However, with that being said, I don’t think that Mother’s Day should be a recognised day, if you will.  I think it’s redundant to think you should be praised for doing something that you should be doing regardless.  Is there a “Happy Breathing Day” at hallmark?  How about a “Congratulations, you ate!!” card. Nope.  I think when you take on the responsibility to be a parent that should be what you are all about.  You should not be praised for doing something that you agreed to do anyways.  You do not need an incentive to be a better parent.  Your child progressing and growing is reward enough.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s true that without Mother’s that none of us would be possible and they helped mould us be what we are, but honestly a hug and kiss and “I love you” and “I appreciate you” every now and then goes a long way.  Baby Girl actually said that she would not get me anymore presents and instead her gift everyday to me would be her love.  It kind of put things in perspective for me; it’s actually all I need from her.  &lt;br /&gt;I actually think that Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should act as a slap in the face to the absentee parents.  It’s kind of like; see you’re not here, so you don’t get the reward.  It must suck to be you because, yes, my nights have been littered with sleepless, feverish nights and I have had bodily fluids spew from every possible hole in the human membrane come at me one way or another, and I have endured pain (physical, mental, and emotional) and sorrow at the hands at the one whom I love the most, but I would not change it or have it any other way.  Because those evenings that I cannot go out and ‘hang out with my friends’, instead, I stay home and do homework, watch movies and play board games.  Because I haven’t bought clothes for myself in close to 8 years, but instead my daughter rocks sparkles and gems and tiaras and pink and purple and flowery everything.  Because I don’t get to eat out and have sushi or steak nearly anywhere as much as I would like too and instead eat everything with ketchup and alphabaghettios and go to McDonalds for the “girl toy”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, it must suck to be you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Mother’s Day today, tomorrow and everyday after for those Mothers that make the world a better place to be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-5680892110358326126?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5680892110358326126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5680892110358326126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5680892110358326126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5680892110358326126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-many-times-ive-been-wrong.html' title='Too many times, I&apos;ve been wrong'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2547788809681846558</id><published>2010-04-29T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:53:02.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My chain hangs down to my d*ck</title><content type='html'>My piece bangs glass tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Vomit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I’ve been slacking.  I get these topics that I should write about, but once I actually sit down and stop to write them, they just fly out of my head.  I really don’t remember what I was going to write about.  I’m going to try and finish this one, this time.&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my last entry regarding a certain friend I have.  She’s on my twitter and since there’s a link from my twitter to my blog, I’m sure if she were to read the entry, she would definitely know that I was talking about her.  I think she would be pissed knowing that.  I do value our friendship and don’t want to put her on the spot like that.  Now, if she didn’t read my blog, I would definitely keep that on, haha.  Our friendship has been strained since and there is a lot if tension since the incident.  I don’t know if we’ll go back to being the same actually……….&lt;br /&gt;BabyGirl has kicked and chopped and jumped her way from a white belt, to a yellow stripe and has now graduated to a yellow stripe advance!!!  Today is her graduating ceremony.  I think she really enjoys Tae Kwon Do, and I’m happy that she has found something that she likes.  Her dancing classes on Saturday have are now conflicting with her TKD schedule though.  I don’t know what to do.  She says she likes them both.  And once summer vacation starts, I wanted to enrol her into a French program for the summer. But again, that conflicts with the TKD schedule.  I could just send her Thursdays and Saturdays (if she chooses TDK over dancing) but the Saturday class, they don’t really focus on the patterns and do more races and warmups.  I want her to work on her patterns.  &lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death of death.  And not really my death.  I actually think it would be welcomed, lol.  Life is stressful.  You can mess up your own, because you’re the only one who would probably be affected by it, but when you have people in your life that you care about, you have their well being and happiness to worry about, it becomes more difficult trying to find the balance between hard work and play.  But to lose someone I care about, I can’t even fathom how I would handle it.  When my uncle passed away, he and I weren’t even that close, and I don’t even remember the last time I saw him alive.  I think it was when I took Baby to see them, right after she was born.  I don’t even think she was 6 months yet, so it’s been almost 8 years that I last saw him alive.  But his death still affected the crap out of me.  He was younger than my parents!!  I can’t imagine them not being here, but here we are, going to more funerals then weddings lately.  I’m so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I like Sandra Bullock a lot.  I think she is so strong and so brave and I applaud that she has done everything the Elin Woods couldn’t do.  And you know that Elin is just in it for the money.  She was a nanny before Tiger.  She can’t leave him.  Even if she does get some money, it won’t last her anywhere near far along enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2547788809681846558?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2547788809681846558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2547788809681846558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2547788809681846558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2547788809681846558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-chain-hang-down-to-my-dck.html' title='My chain hangs down to my d*ck'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2695602446853805723</id><published>2010-03-12T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:52:12.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to do is please you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please myself by living my life too……………&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review on the Element of Freedom Tour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me say that on the way there I was muchos excited to be getting street meat as I live in a suburb and they do have street meat, but it’s hella expensive and doesn’t quite cut it.  Meli ended getting me a spicy Italian sausage (holla!) and I was going to get to indulge in more than one luxury tonight.  Yay!!  Turns out the sausage was bad!!!  I feel like I’m going to gag right now actually just thinking about it.  Boo!!  Turned me off of street meat for I don’t know how long at this point.  &lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;We then get inside and Meli makes a beeline for the cotton candy and popcorn.  She is now ready to endure Melanie Fiona and Robin Thicke while waiting for Alicia Keys.  Meli convinces me to get something to eat, b/c I usually eat supper when I get home from work, but today had to rush out of the house after taking a quick shower and changing up.  Yes, I did put on make up too.  So I got some Nachos and Cheese to get past Melanie Fiona.  Do you know that extra cheese or salsa or jalapeno cost $1 each!!  WTF!!!  I asked the cashier why was it that expensive (b/c at the movies you can get them for free), she said it was b/c we had to pay for the little containers.  Hi, for the retail value of those tickets, we could’ve bought 120 boxes of the containers!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress again.  Do you see how easy it is for me to get distracted when there’s food involved?  I ♥ food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Act was Melanie Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don’t really follow her, so I didn’t know the songs.  Her first song had an intro of the “bang bang” song.  I liked that song from Kill Bill.  But everything else was kind of meh.  She tried to get the crowd involved, but I guess no one was really into it.  I felt kind of bad for her, b/c she was in her home town.  Actually, the crowd didn’t get hyped up until Kardinal Offishall just came out to make an appearance.  I think he got more of a round of applause than Melanie did for her whole set!  Interesting fact, I found out Melanie Fiona was Guyanese and she was waving her Canadian Flag!  Haha.  I’ll post some pics of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Act was Robin Thicke&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don’t even know where to start.  Everything about Robin Thicke’s act was wonderful.  He danced, he sang, he enticed the concert goers.  He missed a couple of high notes that he got on the CD, but I guess live singing didn’t really work to well, and there are no do overs.  He came out wearing sunglasses and I have things about people who wear sunglasses at night or indoors in which case the concert was both, unless medically required and I’m assuming they weren’t, because after the first song, they came off.  Meli was expecting more of the crooning, but he was all over the stage.  He tried to get the crowd involved too by clapping and putting their hands up, but not many people were that interested again, I guess.  Mind you, I loooovovvveeee Robin Thicke, but even I didn’t even participate.  He did however, have a red baby grand that he absolutely seduced (along with most of the females that populated the concert, so 99.8% of the crowd).  I will post some more pics of that later too.  Meli actually got a video of him dancing which was cute.  Not sexy, but cute.  I will try to post that later.  I am and forever will be a Robin Thicke fan.  Plus he sang “A milli”…..well, rapped it.  We have that on video too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Main Act was Alicia Keys.&lt;/strong&gt;  She came out singing in a cage.  That was kind of wicked.  She tried to incorporate more dancers in this show than the last one.  Come to think of it, I don't think she had any dancers in the last tour.  I have to admit I was a little surprised.  She's very talented, but I wouldn't necessarily think that dancing for her forte.  If I wanted to see dancing, I would watch a music video though.  I didn't really care for it.  She sounded like she had a cold or sore throat.  SHe kept drinking her water, it looked like her throat was getting dry alot.  I still thought she sang exceptionally, she has so much talent especially when she sang any song with the piano and when she did "Sleeping with a Broken Heart", she did everything herself for that song.  I really wish there was more emphasis on her and her music though.  To me, she looked like she was trying to be Beyonce.  And you already know I can't stand Beyonce.  Please, oh, please just let her stay a positive role model for the simple fact that she has musical talent, she's female and she wears clothes!!  She doesn't just gyrate around the stage.  Please don't let her be trying to change her reputation.&lt;br /&gt;But that's how I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, Meli got her foot run over by a woman carrying one of those really big trashcans.  It was funny to watch her waddle and limp and the same time, lol.  But when she got home, she told me that she was bleeding.  Not so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2695602446853805723?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2695602446853805723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2695602446853805723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2695602446853805723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2695602446853805723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-i-want-to-do-is-please-you.html' title='All I want to do is please you'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7992253455413950384</id><published>2010-03-08T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:23:44.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My not so secret crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm going to see my love on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S5VqmBJTFnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sZ-rnZJ0Zsg/s1600-h/robinthicke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S5VqmBJTFnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sZ-rnZJ0Zsg/s400/robinthicke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446376525749491314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can hate me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think i have a thing for skinny white dudes.  Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7992253455413950384?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7992253455413950384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7992253455413950384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7992253455413950384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7992253455413950384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-not-so-secret-crush.html' title='My not so secret crush'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S5VqmBJTFnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sZ-rnZJ0Zsg/s72-c/robinthicke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1624600191219834193</id><published>2010-03-04T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:23:55.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Har de har har</title><content type='html'>I thought it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY WOMEN SHOULDN'T TAKE MEN SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target. Unfortunately,  like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get  out.  Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target appreciates your business and values you as a customer. However, over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store.  Our complaints against your husband, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares.  Get on it right away'.  This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;Ms on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' EMTs were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.'  One of the clerks passed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1624600191219834193?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1624600191219834193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1624600191219834193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1624600191219834193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1624600191219834193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/har-de-har-har.html' title='Har de har har'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7302171795378903637</id><published>2010-03-03T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:20:12.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's cool, but</title><content type='html'>Y’all. Just. ain’t. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Vomit:&lt;br /&gt;• Still at ends with BabyGirl’s teacher.  Mo, you don’t know how envious I am of you right now.  Especially with the historical reading that you guys are doing.  I have BabyGirl doing some extra curricular learning too, but now I feel like a slave driver, b/c of all the extra work she’s doing.  Ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;• Weather’s turning out to be a-ok.&lt;br /&gt;• Mo, email me at work.  I don’t really respond to my personal email that much anymore, my phone is broken and I’m never online at home&lt;br /&gt;• P.S My stinkin’ iphone is broken.  Damn waste of space and time.&lt;br /&gt;• Still as single as ever.  But you know what I’ve noticed, between family and friends and extracurricular activities (including sleeping and eating), I really don’t have any extra time to maintain a relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;• Party planning is turning out to be great.  I want to do this stuff full time!!&lt;br /&gt;• Trying to plan out summer vacation this year, the only thing I’m sure of it the amount of time, I DON’T have for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;• BabyGirl is a ninja Princess&lt;br /&gt;• Daddy’s gone a trip and not coming back until next week.  As long as he brings back goodies, I’m content!&lt;br /&gt;• There are you happy now John?!?!!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7302171795378903637?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7302171795378903637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7302171795378903637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7302171795378903637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7302171795378903637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybodys-cool-but.html' title='Everybody&apos;s cool, but'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8624780030918139532</id><published>2010-02-09T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:54:24.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mrs. Needs A Kick Arcoss The Head</title><content type='html'>A letter written for my daughters teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some issues that I would like to address seeing as my schedule makes it “impossible” to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first met on Dec. 3/09 to address your concerns with Babygirl's behaviour. At that point, I advised that I was working on it at home as well and asked what you would suggest I do to improve it. The answers you gave me were things I was already doing. Again, at that time I re-iterated I would work on her focus and attention at home. When I met with Mr. E the same night, the same was not reflected from him until I brought it up (following our meeting). He mentioned that she does get out of her desk, but it was not something he was overly worried about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you brought Babygirl's behaviour to my attention was when she was caught reading the book about Tornados during your introduction to the Science lesson on Jan.25/10. From the time of our first meeting and the note, it was approximately 2 months in between, however, Babygirl was off for 2 weeks for Christmas break. I am not making excuses on behalf of my daughter, I am simply stating that the lapse in her schedule might account for her resuming her old actions. At that point, I understand that she was not paying attention to class, but I don’t believe that what she was doing was doing was that negative. The issue that I had at that point was the fact that you calledBabygirl “incorrigible”. I do not understand how a teacher with many years of teaching can think that a child reading a book on Tornadoes instead of paying attention is broken past the point of “fixing” (I have put fixing in quotation marks, b/c I do not believe that what she was doing was necessarily wrong). To go on and tell me that she needs to “mature” (albeit you did cross it out) is again bewildering to me. Was she crying in class? Did she have bathroom accidents?? Did she bring in her security blanket and did not release it when to told her too? How would you suggest a 7 year old mature and do you honestly believe that every child in your class exhibit those activities except for Babygirl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you went on to mention that this issue was brought to the attention of the class. Why was this brought up in front of the whole class? Is one of the ways you reprimand to ridicule? I cannot grasp how this would help you in understanding her behaviour (or lack of according to you). And then you have the audacity to mention to her mother, that Babygirl was not being truthful regarding a seating situation in another class. When I questioned Babygirl about this incident, she mentioned that it was only one other student who disputed why she was sitting by herself. To believe one child over another, again, I question that occurrence. Why would you not ask the teacher why she was sitting by herself? If you had, perhaps you would’ve saved your credibility and found out that I actually requested that she move from her current seat, just as Babygirl was stating when you accused her of “not being truthful”. It was not because of her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the issue that you feel needs to addressed is Babygirl’s behaviour and from the first note I wrote back, I advised that I was indeed looking after it. What I do not need from you is to constantly belittle a 7 year old and her mannerisms. Not only in Babygirl’s case, but if you describe any child in this way, you might want to re-think your career choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Mr. E and a supply teacher who supplied for her in 2010, her behaviour was no worse than any other child in the class. I do not require a day by day play on how Babygirl disrupts, causes chaos and upsets the balance that is in your class. I do not need a recount of everything that Babygirl did poorly from every teacher that has ever taught Babygirl. If it is (was) an issue, they should bring it up to me directly, not through you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to hear about her behaviour unless it affects her academically at which point you can send her to Mr. W to address. If in fact you deem her too much too handle and feel incapable of correcting her behaviour in a way that satisfies you, regardless of many years of a being teacher, please address this with the Principal or Vice Principal as I have no qualms about her being transferred out of your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;llleeesssaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8624780030918139532?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8624780030918139532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8624780030918139532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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llleeesssaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I think that I am in lurvveeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S3CBd3Rc56I/AAAAAAAAAPA/khJ8vIzUUWo/s1600-h/cl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987100289525666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S3CBd3Rc56I/AAAAAAAAAPA/khJ8vIzUUWo/s400/cl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S3CBdrfNenI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lxvEehveg80/s1600-h/cl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987097126009458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S3CBdrfNenI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lxvEehveg80/s400/cl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3756311429619768056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3756311429619768056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-my-name-is-llleeesssaaa.html' title='Hello, my name is llleeesssaaa'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S3CBd3Rc56I/AAAAAAAAAPA/khJ8vIzUUWo/s72-c/cl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6465364258653807102</id><published>2010-02-07T09:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:22:03.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Palancing when we on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8XzxV8MCXA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8XzxV8MCXA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Trinidadddd........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6465364258653807102?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6465364258653807102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6465364258653807102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6465364258653807102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6465364258653807102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/palancing-when-we-on-road.html' title='Palancing when we on the road'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4100935168015521859</id><published>2010-01-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:47:12.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous</title><content type='html'>Dear Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ♥ me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Llleeesssaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4100935168015521859?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4100935168015521859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4100935168015521859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4100935168015521859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4100935168015521859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/anonymous.html' title='anonymous'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6035649419300388931</id><published>2010-01-15T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:37:45.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to be perfect, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;as long as you're willing to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S1Ez2y1dGLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VTqrv_3x7cc/s1600-h/Between_Friends_20100115_med.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S1Ez2y1dGLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VTqrv_3x7cc/s400/Between_Friends_20100115_med.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427176042410088626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sooooo sweet, but it makes me feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6035649419300388931?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6035649419300388931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6035649419300388931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6035649419300388931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6035649419300388931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dont-have-to-be-perfect-love.html' title='You don&apos;t have to be perfect, love'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S1Ez2y1dGLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VTqrv_3x7cc/s72-c/Between_Friends_20100115_med.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-19111162896893746</id><published>2010-01-12T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:09:48.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take the Trini out of Trinidad</title><content type='html'>But you can't take Trinidad out of the Trini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S00PNy9UicI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1yjq6RNmppM/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S00PNy9UicI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1yjq6RNmppM/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426009855743003074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 8th – &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have arrived in Canada ! Finally!! This marks a new chapter   in our lives. It's very nice here. It's a little cool, but who needs HOT weather?  This is perfect: Not too hot; not too cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 15th --&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is getting a little cooler, but we are adjusting. We bought some sweaters today and went for a short walk. Loving Toronto!!!.. &lt;br /&gt;This is what life is about!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 30th -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is definitely cooler now. We taped all the windows shut, so cold air cannot creep in. Outside may be cold, but it feels like Port-of-Spain in this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 11th -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news reports say snow is on the way ... we cannot wait!!! &lt;br /&gt;We have never seen snow and it should be pretty exciting to see it for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 14th-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started snowing. The first of the season and the first real snow we have ever seen. The wife cooked Pelau and we sat by the window watching &lt;br /&gt;soft flakes drift down, clinging to the trees and covering the ground. Could never do anyting like this in TRINI &amp; IT WAS a BEAUTIFUL SIGHT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 15th-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke to a lovely blanket of crystal white snow covering the landscape. What a FANTASTIC sight! Every tree and shrub was covered like a beautiful white mantle. I shoveled snow for the first time and loved it. I did both our driveway and the sidewalk. &lt;br /&gt;Later, the city snow plough came along and accidentally covered up our driveway with compacted snow from the street. The driver smiled and &lt;br /&gt; waved and I waved back and shovelled again, Torontonians are so friendly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 18th-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed an additional twelve inches last night and the temperature has dropped to around four degrees. The cold weather is not so bad. We can take this. Not at all as badas had we imagined. Several limbs on the trees and shrubs have snapped due to the weight of the snow. I shoveled our driveway again. Shortly afterwards the snow plough came by and did his trick again. Much of the snow is brownish grey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; November 19th-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmed up enough during the day to create some slush, which soon became ice again. Bought snow tires for both cars. I slipped and fell on my backside in the driveway, paid $130 for the chiropractor, but fortunately, nothing was broken.&lt;br /&gt;Moresnow and ice expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 20th -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cold. Sold my wife's car and bought a 4 X 4 in order to get to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 21st--&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On my way to work, the 4 X 4 skidded into theguardrail and did considerable damage to the right fender. We had another 15 inches of white shit last night. The vehicle have salt and shit all over it. More shovelling in store forme today! De dam snowplough man did he job again. Watch me an' him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 22nd--&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yuh believe dis? De first heating bill just come! How de hell it come up to so much??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 30th--&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its two frigging degrees outside! an' more snow on de way .  Every damtree in de yard geh damage up. An' to crown it off, de power went out mos ah the night. We try to keep from freezing to death wid candles an' kerosene heater, but de heater tip over an' nearly bun dung de kiss-meh-ass house. &lt;br /&gt;Ah manage to put out de flames, but end up wid second degree burns on meh hans. Ah nearly bun off meh eyebrow an' eyelash. Den de car slide on de white shit again! on the way to de hospital, an' we had to write it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 5th --&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Look at meh crosses! Dis snow ain't plan to stop soon. De ting comin' down and down as if it go never stop!! What de arse is this?!!! Ah had to put on all meh clothes&lt;br /&gt;dat ah own just to go out to meh mailbox. This is real shit! If ah ever catch the prick dat drive dat snowplough, ah tell yuh, ah go cross one lash in he arse. He go bawl like ten Tarzan when he get it. Ah really tink he does hide round de corner and wait 'til ah finish shovelling, den come down the street fas, fas, an' cover up we driveway again.  Boy, ah tell yuh!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 10th-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De power still off, de toilet freeze up. Some part ah de roof look like it ready to cave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 15th--&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another mudder ass eleven more inches ah snow an' ice!!!! God know dis aint right. Ah put ah hole in de snow plough with me&lt;br /&gt;pick-ax but the driver get away by the skin of he teeth. If he feel he go be so lucky next time, he lie!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 16-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De wife take off and lef me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 18-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De car cyan start an' ah tink ah goin' snow-blind. Ah cyan feel me toes an' ah din see de sun fuh weeks ! !! ! ! An' guess wuh? De weatherman predict more snow!!!! Yuh believe dat?!!! An' de win-chill is 30 friggin degrees below zero! ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 22-- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis TRINI moving back home TODAY before dis God forsaken, kiss-meh-ass place done kill mih arse an finish mash up mih family!!!! If ah ketch a flight, at least a could reach Port-of-Spain fuh Christmas and some good liquors an Parang. Toronto could haul dey arse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-19111162896893746?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/19111162896893746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=19111162896893746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/19111162896893746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/19111162896893746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-can-take-trini-out-of-trinidad.html' title='You can take the Trini out of Trinidad'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S00PNy9UicI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1yjq6RNmppM/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1154539504722213822</id><published>2010-01-05T19:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:49:04.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like a midget's hanging from my neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;: You know what pet I've always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: A cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: A dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel and Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok, we give up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;: A midget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel and Me&lt;/strong&gt;:.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;: Pulling a carriage full of monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel and Me&lt;/strong&gt;: *walk backwards slowly away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story, no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S0PdbvvB9UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ur3rseWsS5I/s1600-h/lost_783801i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S0PdbvvB9UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ur3rseWsS5I/s400/lost_783801i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423421845024142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1154539504722213822?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1154539504722213822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1154539504722213822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1154539504722213822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1154539504722213822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-like-midgets-hanging-from-my.html' title='It feels like a midget&apos;s hanging from my neck'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/S0PdbvvB9UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ur3rseWsS5I/s72-c/lost_783801i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2888055561466442931</id><published>2009-12-21T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:13:36.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may say i'm a dreamer...</title><content type='html'>but i'm not the only one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The all time &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;moment in television&lt;strong&gt; ever.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AZZ-NUpdXE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AZZ-NUpdXE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/1744473961721702110-2888055561466442931?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2888055561466442931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2888055561466442931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2888055561466442931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2888055561466442931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-may-say-im-dreamer.html' title='You may say i&apos;m a dreamer...'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3084914621260004847</id><published>2009-12-08T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:44:16.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm fresh, supa fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would do me in a sec.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know those Windows 7 commercial, where they have average looking people telling stories about they re-worked Microsoft to fix it up to better suite them.  You know those parts where they have flash backs and you see how they see themselves as beautiful model-esque and brillliant.  I feel like that in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3084914621260004847?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3084914621260004847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3084914621260004847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3084914621260004847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3084914621260004847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-im-fresh-supa-fresh.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m fresh, supa fresh'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5659156591491663193</id><published>2009-11-28T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:51:52.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was interupted</title><content type='html'>by this chicken that I used to cluck with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMISSYOUBLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will be back soon time guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-5659156591491663193?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5659156591491663193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5659156591491663193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5659156591491663193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5659156591491663193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-interupted.html' title='Was interupted'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6744744696013386087</id><published>2009-11-05T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:42:53.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>You try to scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;but terror takes the sound before you make it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home by myself and Gary just visited me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary (as named by John) is the ghost that lives in my house.  I'm not sure if it is a girl or a boy.  I'm not even sure if it's only one.  I myself has seen the woman and I've heard the man speak.  My mom has seen the little boy and my sister has encountered the male.  Neekee had encountered one as well.&lt;br /&gt;When we first moved in, there was an urn in the linen closet and my mom got rid of it.  Every year since, right around Halloween (which usually coincides with a religious time for us Hindu's, where we pay homage and respect to the dead) this house gets visited.  Now, I've never claimed to be religious in any means, but usually after these visits my mother will do this cleansing of the house and the ghosts won't come again until the next year.&lt;br /&gt;He/She/It has contacted, yes, but has never been violent, which i'm grateful for.  If they became violent, I would encourage my parents to sell the house.&lt;br /&gt;But so far, all I really do is lose sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6744744696013386087?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6744744696013386087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6744744696013386087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6744744696013386087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6744744696013386087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-try-to-scream.html' title='You try to scream'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7530235767432286493</id><published>2009-11-04T18:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:28:45.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't see nothing wrong</title><content type='html'>with a little bump and grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvRcwvrxNDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YC0pG_F2ZiE/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvRcwvrxNDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YC0pG_F2ZiE/s400/p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401043845627589682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7530235767432286493?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7530235767432286493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7530235767432286493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7530235767432286493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7530235767432286493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-see-nothing-wrong.html' title='I don&apos;t see nothing wrong'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvRcwvrxNDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YC0pG_F2ZiE/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3148140017825881949</id><published>2009-11-03T17:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:13:51.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I know that you have got addicted</title><content type='html'>with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvNJH3fcRrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QO4ZXLyKFQQ/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvNJH3fcRrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QO4ZXLyKFQQ/s400/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400740777651095218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooved it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3148140017825881949?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3148140017825881949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3148140017825881949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3148140017825881949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3148140017825881949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-know-that-you-have-got-addicted.html' title='And I know that you have got addicted'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SvNJH3fcRrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QO4ZXLyKFQQ/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1156061045339458664</id><published>2009-11-02T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:46:25.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>No, I'm not a Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Brother, I'm a grown up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching one of my teen angsty shows and one of the young lovers confessed that he cheated on their relationship. This got me thinking; is confessing really good for the confeser or the confesee?? Is it good for anyone. They say ignorance is bliss, and I kind of believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It can be applied to any situation actually, if you think about it; confessing to cheating, stealing or lying, etc. You know, all 10 of the commandments, basically.&lt;br /&gt;So if confessing against a sin, the confessor is the one that is ridding themselves of burden, right?  I mean, they are getting it off their chest, they are the ones clearing their conscience.  &lt;br /&gt;Now they've gone and out all this pressure onto the confessee.  They could've thought that maybe thier relationship wasn't in the best place necessarily, but now they know that their trust in the confessor has been thrown away.  Or has it?  I mean, yeah, the confessor did break a rule, but they fessed up.  That's worth something, right?&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other scenario, where the confessor doesn't confess but gets caught later on.  Is that better?  They were trying to save that burden from the confessee and keep it to themselves and something they will live with forever, and it in turns ends up backfiring, because it looks like they are now a liar.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what would be better, honestly. &lt;br /&gt;I just know that if that was me, I wouldn't fess up.  I would take that to the grave with me.&lt;br /&gt;Deny, deny, deny........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1156061045339458664?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1156061045339458664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1156061045339458664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1156061045339458664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1156061045339458664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-im-not-jonas.html' title='No, I&apos;m not a Jonas'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2133953169121652079</id><published>2009-11-01T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:53:16.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>If you should ever find someone new,</title><content type='html'>I know she'd better be good to you.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random update;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate being brokeass. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start work in a week. YAH!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get paid until the end of the month. BOO!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do my parents INSIST on living on a blasted haunted house?!?! (I'll update about that later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn you Gary!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn, I have a lot of spelling mistakes on this blog. I wish there was a spell check before posting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween party was the bomb. Thanks Meli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2133953169121652079?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2133953169121652079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2133953169121652079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2133953169121652079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2133953169121652079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-should-ever-find-someone-new.html' title='If you should ever find someone new,'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5423514369944940375</id><published>2009-10-30T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:10:25.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I'm Greateful For</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start a new monthly regular on my blog.  At the end of every month, I will list 10 things that I am grtfeul for for that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with October:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baby&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Mel, John and Fat Head&lt;br /&gt;4. Ballerinas dancing to baby beluga&lt;br /&gt;5. Baked goods&lt;br /&gt;6. Indian sweets&lt;br /&gt;7. NO SNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink Capes&lt;br /&gt;9. Superman&lt;br /&gt;10. Sauasage rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-5423514369944940375?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5423514369944940375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5423514369944940375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5423514369944940375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5423514369944940375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-im-greateful-for.html' title='10 Things I&apos;m Greateful For'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4768123075264755696</id><published>2009-10-22T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:02:10.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>My not so secret crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SuBzwk8pFaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RzBm1YSpNCE/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SuBzwk8pFaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RzBm1YSpNCE/s400/e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395439631978796450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I think I like him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4768123075264755696?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4768123075264755696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4768123075264755696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4768123075264755696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4768123075264755696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-not-so-secret-crush.html' title='My not so secret crush'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SuBzwk8pFaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RzBm1YSpNCE/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-9169801528285897545</id><published>2009-10-22T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:58:26.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>He ain't had a buzz like this.......</title><content type='html'>....since the last time that he overdosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com"&gt;Neekee &lt;/a&gt;, for getting &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-used-to-have-hood-dreams.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt; right.  BONUS POINTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case the rest of you (all three) don't know where these lines are from, it's from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rym6rGHAJg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video; Forever by Drake, featuring Kanye, Lil Wayne and Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is weighing in on who they think has the best lyrics.  And I am in no way, shape or form, a hip hop head.  But I know what I like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that Eminem has the best "flow" (???), hahaha.  I like how he picks up the beat, he rhymes quick.  I think he has a tremendous amount of talent.  Too bad he feels the need to dumb himself down, i.e his forst album and all the slim  slady shit, where he raps in that high pitched voice making him seem like an idiot.  He has the same affect that Ghost has singing reggae, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I like Kanye's next.  I know he's an ass, ans he totally contradicts the point of the song, but I feel where he's coming from.  He's cocky and he's used to people letting him get away with the shit that he says and does.  But he's human.  I feel like he's trying to warn Drake, with all this fame and success he wants, be warned mang, be warned.  But 'Ye is sort of a complainer.  His first album had Spaceship, and he was complaining about working and not getting any reconition.  Now he's getting attentiona nd he doesn't want it anymore.  Meh, it's Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Drake and Lil Wayne's verse are weak.  And again, this is only my opinion.  Drake is like dumbing it down and not really singing about anything.  He's way too cocky, and yes, he does have reason to be sure of his talent, but honestly, he needs to chill.  I don't really like any of his songs, to be honest, other than this one, and I think it's because of Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne, is just himself.  Half the time, I don't have any idea what he's saying.  And I do like his songs, but they're more for the beats, and to hear Robin Thicke, hahaha.  I love me the sounds of his soulful crooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea,my take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to write about as you can obviousky see from my last two posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-9169801528285897545?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9169801528285897545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=9169801528285897545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/9169801528285897545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/9169801528285897545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-aint-had-buzz-like-this.html' title='He ain&apos;t had a buzz like this.......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7268444306997433741</id><published>2009-10-22T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:02:12.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Shhhhhhh.........</title><content type='html'>..........My foots sleeping on the gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't really been good too you and you've given me nothing my support and love.  You've given me oppurtunities and second, third and fourth chances and I keep fucking you over.  You deserve so much more from me, and I feel disgusted that I haven't been what you were hoping for, what you were investing into a relationship.  I feel like things have been moving too quickly and I've always just been behind by a couple days, but that's always been more than enough time to mess up what we were building towards.  &lt;br /&gt;I think you deserve better.  You deserve some who appreciated the efforts made, who takes advantage and completes what's been handed to them.  Someone who recriprocates those emotions and feelings back to you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call this my 'Dear John' letter.  &lt;br /&gt;I think we should break up.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't call me or email me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;llleeesssaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Disclaimer, i'm not suicidal or anything, just venting and self pitying****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7268444306997433741?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7268444306997433741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7268444306997433741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7268444306997433741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7268444306997433741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/shhhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhhh.........'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2191335466137874280</id><published>2009-10-11T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:48:19.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dananananana</title><content type='html'>Dananananana, dananananana, clapclapclapclap. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I went to Ocktoberfest yesterday.  It consisted of eating really gross sausages with saukrate and drinking beer. I was fasting so I had the luxury of eating popcorn and beer nuts. Because I was dd too, I got a nifty sticker that got me access to unlimited free soda and juice (BONUS!!!!). The highlight of my night (other than seeing one of my cousins drunk out of her pants thanking all civil servants for their duties) was seeing these great masses of people doing the chicken dance. If you don't know what it is, YouTube it.  Just all these people in sync. It was interesting. That will be my most memorable memory of my first Oktoberfest.  &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2191335466137874280?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2191335466137874280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2191335466137874280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2191335466137874280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2191335466137874280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/dananananana.html' title='Dananananana'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6906958800286629481</id><published>2009-10-11T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:23:16.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>Say you gotta put the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;br /&gt;So will u bring a better future than I had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall back on my face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I was scared to answer love's call&lt;br /&gt;and if it hits better make it worth the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6906958800286629481?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6906958800286629481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6906958800286629481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6906958800286629481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6906958800286629481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2653264163724811855</id><published>2009-10-04T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:30:59.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We so tight</title><content type='html'>That you get our styles tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little busy with life and such.  Will go into details later.  Miss you guys.  Hopefully, I'll be able to provide more of an update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2653264163724811855?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2653264163724811855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2653264163724811855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2653264163724811855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2653264163724811855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-so-tight.html' title='We so tight'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7095947789753097674</id><published>2009-09-23T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:54:59.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>I used to have hood dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big fame, Big chains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280;"&gt;Hellomynameisllleeesssaaaandiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:380;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mediocre&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/1744473961721702110-7095947789753097674?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7095947789753097674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7095947789753097674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7095947789753097674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7095947789753097674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-used-to-have-hood-dreams.html' title='I used to have hood dreams'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3043173873419453834</id><published>2009-09-22T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:23:42.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Winter hating on me......</title><content type='html'>......cus i'm colder than y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BabyGirl has gym today and she hates changing in the change rooms, especially now that she has gym last period.  So on days that she has gym, she usually wears jogging pants and t-shirts so that she doesn't have to change and she already has on proper attire.  Well, with jogging pants, they don't usually come with the elastic adjustable waists, they're either elastic or they have a string to tie.  Well, Baby has some jogging pants where they are elastic and the string is for aesthetic purposes only.  Today she wore one of the jogging pants that fit lengthwise but are loose around the waist.  Since there is no way to adjust the waist on her jogging pants I have this method to make the waist fit on her pants.  I grap the excess fabric either in the front or the back of her pants (which ever is loosest) and I take a hair tie and I tie the hair tie around the bunch of fabric.  Now it does leave this piece out that is less than desirable, but it works.....mostly.  However, I am sure today when she comes home from school, I will get in a loadful of crap because the hair tie probably came out and her pants have fallen off.  It has happened before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3043173873419453834?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3043173873419453834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3043173873419453834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3043173873419453834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3043173873419453834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/winter-hating-on-me.html' title='Winter hating on me......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1672486422971749730</id><published>2009-09-21T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:27:45.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I used to have a man.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He used to have a side chick.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousins wedding was this weekend. I'm not trying to only find the negative things that happened and dwell on those, but let's be honest; there was nothing good there to go to and there was no fun had.  My night consisted of negative things, so I will tell you about that.  If you don't want to know about it, or think that I am too negative, feel free to navigate your way off my page.  Here are some highlights (if you will): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, if anyone ever decides to mapquest &lt;a href="www.lejardin.com"&gt;Les Jarding banquet hall&lt;/a&gt;, DONT!!!  You will get the wrong address.  Ended up going 20mins in the wrong direction.  Then I had my over anxious mother and grandmother in the car.  Oooh boy, did I get an earful.  We arrived on time though, at 6, and the bride was only then entering the building, to go to her special area to wait until she was called.  Then, they did not have a seating plan.  So remember, I was initally upset that I had to sit with single people.  Well, now there was no seating plan, so I sat with Meli and my parents and aunt sat right beside us.  When the speeches were going on, everyone was talking about the bride and how good a catch she was.  Well, I 've known her most of my life, albeit, we weren't close or anything, but we knew eachother and I'm sorry, but I don't share these same memories.  I know it's her wedding and they can't really say she's a bitch and good for nothing, but it just got me thinking that hey, maybe I missed out on this great person whom everyone seems to truly like.  But then I'm like 'fuck it.  I have enough great people in my life and they are all that I need'.  The speeches were long.  The MOH, i'll admit had a speech, which is one up on me who just started crying and left the mic (MELI, I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO!!!), but I thought she was too loud and obnoxious.  Nothing new.  The music sucked.  The dj talked too much.  I did like the fact that I had unlimited access to all-i-can-drink virgin caesars.  The bartender kept laughing at me whenever I ordered it though, is there something humourous about me asking for that??  The meal was buffet!!  And the options sucked.  There wasn't even fried chicken.  The speeches ended up going on until 10 pm.  Then the one cousin that I speak to, she left at 11.  Meli left even before the speeches were done!!  Plus my dress was too loose around my breasts area and I was having issues with it staying up.  My cousin decided that her sister should get the bouquet for the toss, and her parents were none the happier.  Honestly, she hasn't even been with the guy for a year yet.  Plus, they're soooo awkward.  They just look like they're trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;So, it was what was expected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1672486422971749730?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1672486422971749730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1672486422971749730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1672486422971749730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1672486422971749730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-used-to-have-man.html' title='I used to have a man.....'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4615459615341619609</id><published>2009-09-17T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:48:09.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>lalala II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJoI4Nk9KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I1DKun127ls/s1600-h/mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382479006398739618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJoI4Nk9KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I1DKun127ls/s400/mk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm feeling mm lately.........&lt;/span&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/1744473961721702110-4615459615341619609?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4615459615341619609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4615459615341619609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4615459615341619609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4615459615341619609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalala-ii.html' title='lalala II'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJoI4Nk9KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I1DKun127ls/s72-c/mk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2698790261048845400</id><published>2009-09-17T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:47:14.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJnXea0HII/AAAAAAAAANw/lQCEwNeexvk/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382478157661346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJnXea0HII/AAAAAAAAANw/lQCEwNeexvk/s400/m.jpg" border="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1744473961721702110-2698790261048845400?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2698790261048845400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2698790261048845400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2698790261048845400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2698790261048845400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrJnXea0HII/AAAAAAAAANw/lQCEwNeexvk/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4475933773483776535</id><published>2009-09-16T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:26:46.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is harder than I thought;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4475933773483776535?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4475933773483776535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4475933773483776535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4475933773483776535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4475933773483776535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-harder-than-i-thought.html' title='This is harder than I thought;'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6309787120015143885</id><published>2009-09-16T15:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:42:59.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueprints in my pink ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Black diamonds in my hey-seus piece, my God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Not really, more like in my Krishna piece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm at a loss. I bought a strapless dress and it's a little short for the wedding this weekend. Now it's going to be cold and I don't have a sweater or coverup to wear with it. What do you suggest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see below my dress and shoes, except my dress doesn't have that green belt, it's black, and the shoes are black sequenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrE-2l_mIWI/AAAAAAAAANo/-GSUq74TNgg/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382152137317163362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrE-2l_mIWI/AAAAAAAAANo/-GSUq74TNgg/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrE-1-66vGI/AAAAAAAAANg/m0MYJBssUJs/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382152126828559458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrE-1-66vGI/AAAAAAAAANg/m0MYJBssUJs/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6309787120015143885?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6309787120015143885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6309787120015143885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6309787120015143885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6309787120015143885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/blueprints-in-my-pink-ipod.html' title='Blueprints in my pink ipod'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrE-2l_mIWI/AAAAAAAAANo/-GSUq74TNgg/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3736666099246319236</id><published>2009-09-16T09:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:00:19.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Away from me to see clearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way that love can be when you are not with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My future-baby-daddy tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrDuIhNIOEI/AAAAAAAAANY/xANf4zrmX4Q/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382063384827541570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrDuIhNIOEI/AAAAAAAAANY/xANf4zrmX4Q/s400/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrDuIIQDkAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A30lx67YLOs/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382063378128932866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrDuIIQDkAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/A30lx67YLOs/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3736666099246319236?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3736666099246319236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3736666099246319236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3736666099246319236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3736666099246319236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/away-from-me-to-see-clearly.html' title='Away from me to see clearly'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SrDuIhNIOEI/AAAAAAAAANY/xANf4zrmX4Q/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2857353688950932307</id><published>2009-09-15T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:50:31.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Just remember......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're the one thing I can't get enough of.  So I'll tell you something; this could be love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P Patrick Swayze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna do my kind of dancin' with a great partner, who's not only a terrific dancer; somebody who's taught me that there are people willing to stand up for other people no matter what it costs them; somebody who's taught me about the kind of person I wanna be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2857353688950932307?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2857353688950932307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2857353688950932307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2857353688950932307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2857353688950932307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/r.html' title='Just remember......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6579014221460689124</id><published>2009-09-14T12:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:37:29.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The world is filled with 'em</title><content type='html'>Morons, idiots, jackasses, and assholes.  Whatever you want to call them, unfortunately, the world is filled with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caster_Semenya"&gt;Caster Semenya&lt;/a&gt;.  She is not the idiot though.  She is victim of such people who, unfortunately for her, head the IAAF.  She is also a runner competing to be in the Olympics.  Her story is that she (and yes I said &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;) was born a hamophrodite.  However, she didn't know and no one in her family knew.  To train as a female runner, there are instances where girls don't get their periods at all, and she was athletic, so she had a runners body; very slim and muscular, almost no breasts.  Hell, I'm not a runner and I have no breasts.  Anyways, unbeknownst it to ANYONE, she has no female reproductive organs and internal male testicles.  Now, in her last race, she blew the competition out of the dust and that caused some jealousy with the other runners.  They wanted proof that she was a female.  They claimed that she was a man racing as a female to win some medals.  So she went for testing, and low and behold the results came out that she was a hemaphrodite.  But she didn't get the results first hand.  No, it was PUBLISHED IN AN AUSTRALIAN NEWSPAPER before she even knew!!!!  Before her family even knew!!!  Now this poor girl has to deal with all the bs since she has been outed before she even knew.  It was said that she's under suicide watch.  My heart goes out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-tjK3vzDxg"&gt;Kanye West is a jackass&lt;/a&gt;.  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-call-me-whenever-youre-lonely.html"&gt;My cousin&lt;/a&gt; is getting married this weekend.  Now, we've been to weddings where they've seated people to keep the whole family together, or to keep the adults together, but the cousins (if you will) sat together, and even where they split up everyone, so that there are new people sitting with new people but they always kept Meli and I together.  Now for this cousins wedding, they've decided to sit the single people together and the married people together then, I guess.  So Baby and I am sitting with my cousins (I think), and Meli and my parents are sitting together with my aunt and Grandma.  Why the f*ck would you seperate it to sit like that?!?!  I want to broadcast my single mommy hood?!?!  I am soo desperate to be hooked up with someone?!??!  Well, I am, but you don't need to share my business like that man........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6579014221460689124?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6579014221460689124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6579014221460689124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6579014221460689124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6579014221460689124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-is-filled-with-em.html' title='The world is filled with &apos;em'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6107814817327910573</id><published>2009-09-10T11:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:44:06.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke-ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Ay yo, I smoke like a chimney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matter fact - I smoke like a gun when a killer sees his enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not really, I don't smoke, but why is it you can't find lyrics like this anymore. WHO KILLED THE MOTHER FRICKIN' MUSIC?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just an update in my sad and pathetic life. No, I lie again, I'm just in one of those moods where &lt;em&gt;I think &lt;/em&gt;my life suck, but really I should be counting my blessings. And I am grateful for everything that everybody that I have in my life. I have had alot of oppurtunities that have been more than enough to get me to where I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to be, it's my own slackness and laziness that's stopping me. I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not really the point. This weekend was a long weekend.  I made it extra long, not to the liking of Meli, as now I don't hav enough vacation time in November to go to Turks and Caicos.  I know, I suck, I'm sorry (again).  I will work something out, don't even worry about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to prep Baby for the first day back.  No, that's not true.  &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was trying to prep for the first day back for Baby.  I miss sleeping in.  I forgot how creative one has to be to pack a lunch.  I forget how inflexible teachers can be and even worse, school secretaries.  Hello, I'm not the student, speak to me like an adult, BECAUSE I AM ONE!!!!  I forgot about all the issues Baby has with "friends".  I forgot how I have to fight the urge to go to the school and smack all the wayward children.  I forgot that I have to let Baby fight her own battles, and try not to hold on so tight.  I forgot about all the extra costs involved with public school as all our money is now going into Catholic school board, and the new Afro-centric school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moniquesanctuary.wordpress.com"&gt;Mo&lt;/a&gt;, you don't know how good you got it, mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6107814817327910573?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6107814817327910573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6107814817327910573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6107814817327910573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6107814817327910573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ay-yo-i-smoke-like-chimney.html' title='Ay yo, I smoke like a chimney'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6353095540665903339</id><published>2009-09-10T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:38:25.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Baby girl went AWOL,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........She used to be my soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You gotta be careful who u motivate though.. Motivate an idiot, and all u'll have is a motivated idiot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; - Rev. Run DMC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6353095540665903339?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6353095540665903339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6353095540665903339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6353095540665903339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6353095540665903339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-girl-went-awol.html' title='Baby girl went AWOL,'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8019116402142299321</id><published>2009-09-03T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:56:55.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking chicken on the wall......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With the system up on full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to rename September "llleeesssaaa's-self-pity-month".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life (except for Baby Girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8019116402142299321?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8019116402142299321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8019116402142299321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8019116402142299321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8019116402142299321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/cooking-chicken-on-wall.html' title='Cooking chicken on the wall......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-695060398440937282</id><published>2009-09-02T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:17:03.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nah baby girl, that's a shooting star with your name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Baby starts grade 2 in less than a week.  We're super stoked.  We were recently out buying some back to school stuff, like pencils, eraser, pencil crayons, pencil cases, you know, stuff like that.  Baby had specific things that she liked, prodominantly stuff licenced to Disney Princess.  Now, if you did the math, she just turned 7 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's my question, is she too old for this stuff?  &lt;br /&gt;She still likes to watch Treehouse and Disney Playhouse.  She likes to play  dress up and plays with her dolls and has imaginary friends.  When we hang out with other kids, she will play with the younger ones, rather than the older ones.  She's still into Disney Princess (as stated above), and Disney Tinkerbell and even CareBears.  She hasn't really moved onto Hannah Montana or any of that Disney Channel stuff.  Frankly, I don't mind &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, because really those kids on those shows have way too much attitude.  My child has enough of her own, she doesn't need those influences as to how to make my life more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Even last year, she came home and said, her friends made fun of her because she still believes in Santa and the tooth fairy.  How and when should I break it to her?  I want her to get everything out of her childhood, because she will have to grow up soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-695060398440937282?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/695060398440937282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=695060398440937282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/695060398440937282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/695060398440937282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-up-in-sky-its-bird-its-plane.html' title='Look up in the sky, it&apos;s a bird, it&apos;s a plane...'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8125878774160866888</id><published>2009-09-02T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:29:02.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To One Super-Duper Couple!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376876819511066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sp6A-rv9PjI/AAAAAAAAANI/T9KMnf05esY/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1744473961721702110-8125878774160866888?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8125878774160866888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8125878774160866888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8125878774160866888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8125878774160866888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary.......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sp6A-rv9PjI/AAAAAAAAANI/T9KMnf05esY/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7916605562708852551</id><published>2009-09-02T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:49:01.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SEPTEMBER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sick.&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/1744473961721702110-7916605562708852551?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7916605562708852551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7916605562708852551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7916605562708852551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7916605562708852551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-september.html' title='HAPPY SEPTEMBER!!!!'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6348758811139419554</id><published>2009-08-31T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:57:26.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why I love them'/><title type='text'>I just can't, I just can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just can't control my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; On Friday I had less than a quater tank of gas at the end of a very irritating and tiresome night.  I thought to myself that I would fill up in the morning or sometime during the weekend.  Little did I know, that my sister had plans to kidnap my daughter (therefore me, as well) and we were on the adventure of a weekend.  Came back home yesterday afternoon, and I did have time to get gas, but my lazy gene kicked in, so I lay on the couch for the duration of the evening.  Before I went to bed though, my dad asked how much gas I had in my car.  I told him the truth, less than half a tank.  I would leave about five minutes early to get to work and stop at a gas station to fill up.  As I was making my coffee this morning, my mom told me that my dad had taken my car over the weekend to put air in the tires because they looked low.  As soon as I heard that, I knew that my dad filled up gas for me.  Low and behold, when I got into my car this morning, I had a full tank.&lt;br /&gt;Point of my story is, I love my daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6348758811139419554?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6348758811139419554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6348758811139419554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6348758811139419554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6348758811139419554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-cant-i-just-cant.html' title='I just can&apos;t, I just can&apos;t'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5636956313244066583</id><published>2009-08-31T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:39:45.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwROCZUs8Cs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwROCZUs8Cs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/1744473961721702110-5636956313244066583?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5636956313244066583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5636956313244066583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5636956313244066583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5636956313244066583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-mj.html' title='Happy Birthday MJ'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2760026326173623139</id><published>2009-08-26T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:19:47.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Koala and the Lizard</title><content type='html'>THE KOALA AND THE LIZARD &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A koala was sitting in a gum tree smoking a joint&lt;br /&gt;when a little lizard walked past,  &lt;br /&gt;looked up and said,'Hey Koala!  &lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The koala said, 'Smoking a joint, come up  &lt;br /&gt;and have some.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little lizard climbed up and sat  &lt;br /&gt;next to the koala where they enjoyed  &lt;br /&gt;a few joints. After a while the little lizard  &lt;br /&gt;said that his mouth was 'dry' and that  &lt;br /&gt;he was going to get a drink from the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lizard was so stoned that he &lt;br /&gt;leaned over too far and fell into the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile saw this and swam over to the  &lt;br /&gt;little lizard and helped him to the side.  &lt;br /&gt;Then he asked the little lizard,&lt;br /&gt;'What's the matter with you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lizard explained to the crocodile that he had been sitting with the koala in the tree, smoking a joint, but got too stoned and fell into the river while taking a drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crocodile said that he had to check this out and walked into the rain forest, found the tree where the koala was sitting finishing a joint. The crocodile looked up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey you!'&lt;br /&gt;So the koala looked down at him and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shiiiiiiiiiiit dude...&lt;br /&gt;How much water did you drink!?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2760026326173623139?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2760026326173623139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2760026326173623139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2760026326173623139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2760026326173623139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/koala-and-lizard.html' title='The Koala and the Lizard'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7324368776390848628</id><published>2009-08-25T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:53:42.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things........</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it I like the radio more than my ipod recently......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When did summer go by? I think I blinked and missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boss is on vacation and I have become. so. lazy. and. slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I broke my phone. It still works as a phone and I can still use all my apps, I just can't turn the ringer on and it's forever on vibrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby has inherited my slacker gene and my attitude. FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to go out for dinner....somewhere nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am more like my mother that I would like to admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.melidowrld.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; are more like your mother than &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would like to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marky has a fat foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7324368776390848628?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7324368776390848628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7324368776390848628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7324368776390848628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7324368776390848628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-random-things.html' title='10 Random Things........'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3108198449099165790</id><published>2009-08-20T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:06:15.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Pretty neat......but mostly useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/518XP8prwZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/518XP8prwZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/1744473961721702110-3108198449099165790?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3108198449099165790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3108198449099165790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3108198449099165790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3108198449099165790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-neatbut-mostly-useless.html' title='Pretty neat......but mostly useless'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4950813091738955773</id><published>2009-08-20T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:25:33.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I vant to suck your blooodddd</title><content type='html'>The Soucouyant or Soucriant in Caribbean and specifically Trinidadian folklore is a creature that lives by day as an old woman at the end of the village. By night, however, she strips off her wrinkled skin, puts it in a mortar and flies in the shape of a fireball through the darkness, looking for a victim to suck the life-blood out of. To get rid of her, you must put coarse salt in the mortar containing her skin, then she cannot put it back on and must perish. The Soucouyant practices witchcraft, voodoo, and black magic. Belief in Soucoyants is still preserved to some extent in Trinidad.[citation needed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to a class of spirits called Jumbies. Some believe that soucouyants were brought from the European countries in the form of French vampire-myths. These beliefs intermingled with those of Africans, which were then enslaved. Others believe that soucouyants were actually elder ladies, who experienced many things unbearable to their neighbors. The neighbors, by this line of thought, would mock them for their wrinkled skin and fear their association with witchcraft.[citation needed].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the French West Indies, specifically the island of Guadeloupe, the Soukougnan or Soukounian is likewise a person able to shed their skin to turn into a vampiric fireball, but they can be anyone, not only old women, although some affirm that only women could become Soukounian, because only female breasts could contain the creature's wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beliefs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skin of the soucouyant is said to be very valuable, as it is used when practicing the Black Magic - Obeah. The soucouyant can enter a home by turning into a fireball, and then entering through the keyhole or any crack/crevice in the home. If the soucouyant draws out too much blood from its victim, it is believed that the victim will die and become a soucouyant itself, or else perish entirely, leaving its killer to assume its skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4950813091738955773?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4950813091738955773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4950813091738955773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4950813091738955773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4950813091738955773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-vant-to-suck-your-blooodddd.html' title='I vant to suck your blooodddd'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4944706257821340335</id><published>2009-08-19T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:52:50.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could buy me a spaceship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you know where this song is from, you'll know how i'm feeling right now.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4944706257821340335?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4944706257821340335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4944706257821340335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4944706257821340335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4944706257821340335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could-buy-me-spaceship.html' title='I wish I could buy me a spaceship'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8975742456906491598</id><published>2009-08-19T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:19:27.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mami's fly, watch your man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Meli and I are starting are wedding planning business. We're willing to do the first couple relatively cheap (think FREE), just to get ourselves out there. If you know anyone that has a party that they need help planning, please think of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8975742456906491598?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8975742456906491598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8975742456906491598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8975742456906491598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8975742456906491598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mamis-fly-watch-your-man.html' title='Mami&apos;s fly, watch your man'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3468046485624885801</id><published>2009-08-17T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:51:58.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no fun title</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry, but i'm way tooooo lazy today to think of a creative title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the festivites this weekend, considering there was nothing really to celebrate. I lie, it's summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neekee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.melidoworld.com/"&gt;Meli&lt;/a&gt;, and I went out for Korean BBQ. Well, it was supposed to be Korean, because we were supposed to do Indian the previous weekend, but Maks wasn't feeling well, and I already had plans, so we re-scheduled. We then later decided that it would be for Neekee's bday since she would be MIA for it this year. So we went to &lt;a href="http://www.migabbq.com/"&gt;Miga BBQ&lt;/a&gt;. It was sooo good. There was Japanese and Korean BBQ. So we had some sashimi (salmon, tuna, red snapper and white fish) and Korean BBQ (beef short ribs, boneless beef, spicy portk, spicy chicken, squid, shrimp and mussels). It was soooooo good. There wasn't cabbage kimchi, there was this cucumber kimchi, which was pretty good. And bean sprouts. I would definately go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday's was well wasted time at the beach.  Oh, how I wish evey weekend, we could go to the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3468046485624885801?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3468046485624885801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3468046485624885801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3468046485624885801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3468046485624885801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-fun-title.html' title='no fun title'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6896894887473543028</id><published>2009-08-13T14:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:49:54.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm asking shorty 'what's up with you?'</title><content type='html'>She's asking 'what's up with me'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin got married two years ago.  Let's call him "P" for pathetic.  He's the type of guy that loves to be in love.  He was in a steady relationship all through high school with the same girl.  They broke up only because her parents wouldn't let her marry him for religious reasons. Then he promptly hooked up with his next girlfriend (whom we will name "S" for sad), not even a month after the break up.  We knew this because, &lt;strong&gt;HE DECIDED TO INTRODUCE HER TO THE FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!  They were already saying that they were going to get married.  So there were always questions about when they were going to get married, because his parents never really said anything and we weren't sure if we could take P&amp;S seriously.  Even right up to Meli's wedding, we kept getting acknowledgements that they were getting married.  OK, great.  We won't believe anything until we get the invitation.  6 months later, lo and behold, we get the invitation in the mail.  &lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted a guy like that, because in their brain everything is rainbow and butterflies.  I mean, he would be so in love with the idea of being in love with me, he would put up with all my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;S has been emailing lately though because she's going through some issues.  Apparently, P left her on Christmas Eve.  That's is not common knowledge, so please people, keep it on the down low.  I know it's on a blog, but you guys are special.  Ok, so anyways, I'm just trying to supportive to S.  Hell, I would've been supportive to P if he came to m eand told me that too.  Notice the past tense of that statement.  That has all changed.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I rec'd an email from S saying she found his very public profile on Facebook and there are pictures of him and his new chick (we shall refer to her as "D" simply because I wanted to name her slut,or whore, or stupid, or bitch or anything degrading but we will stick with Dumb)that he hooked up with &lt;strong&gt;WHILE STILL MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  He brought her into their matrimonial home and did things with her that only married couples do &lt;strong&gt;IN THEIR OWN HOME&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm am being pulled into this situation.  I am very very opinionated and I feel like this is a bad thing that I know all this stuff about his lying, cheating scumbag ways because we do have another family wedding coming up in a month and I don't know how I will be able to keep quiet if I do see him.  S has requested that I not say anything to him until the divorce is finalized, but how do I stay quiet.  I really just want to smack him.  I hope he doesn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;I lie.  I want him to show up &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; the chick........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6896894887473543028?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6896894887473543028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6896894887473543028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6896894887473543028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6896894887473543028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-asking-shorty-whats-up-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m asking shorty &apos;what&apos;s up with you?&apos;'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8638799420627283502</id><published>2009-08-13T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:21:12.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's right, put your pom-poms down</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Getting everybody fired up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, but didn't really realise it unitl John mentioned that these questions are really repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here I go again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your last 2 texts from?&lt;br /&gt;Teniel and Tinuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;What isn't bothering me is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people underestimate you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a lot of black?&lt;br /&gt;Only to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sleep without blankets covering you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could go back to sleeeppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look?&lt;br /&gt;19-22 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 10 last night?&lt;br /&gt;Eating pudding and watching Law &amp; Order UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really begining to dislike her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you on July 4th?&lt;br /&gt;Probably by Meli's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you go to when you need someone to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Meli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced a crazy ex?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but i've been the crazy ex, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy late night phone conversations?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, I enjoy sleep instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be sleeping alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever find yourself worrying about commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the longest amount of time you've ever had feelings for someone?&lt;br /&gt;Toooo long ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage you consumed?&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Only ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;The billion dollar man, giving me a couple million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh easily?&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you generally a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you currently hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;Office banter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Suzy Shier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;Hat eis a strong word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your best friend cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anyones first love?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been searched?&lt;br /&gt;Like my popo??  No, but I wish I had, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your MySpace password?&lt;br /&gt;No go on the myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it when you said I love you last?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone call you babe or baby?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you will smoke something?&lt;br /&gt;Not soon enough, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you have feelings for that you really wish you didn't?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any notes saved on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you a tease?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing on your feet?&lt;br /&gt;Running shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like winter?&lt;br /&gt;Hell nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will next Friday be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;It'll be average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be in 8 months?&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kiss someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with clothes you've out grown or don't want anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Garabge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your hair&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?&lt;br /&gt;Bora Bora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8638799420627283502?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8638799420627283502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8638799420627283502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8638799420627283502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8638799420627283502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-right-put-your-pom-poms-down.html' title='That&apos;s right, put your pom-poms down'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6872157323636569947</id><published>2009-08-12T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:47:13.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>Transformed into firearm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.........like Megatron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess i'm learning the hard way, that the grass isn't greener in the yard next door.  Especially when the neighbour promises of a brand new lawn mower and hedge trimmer.  Especially, when I realise that the property is actually a rental piece and there hasn't been a steady tenant ever.  Especially since I realised that the home owner actuallly kicked out the previous tenant, because they didn't like them.  Next time, I decide to move houses, I should reallly look into the neighbourhood and the actual block that the property is on.  Lesson learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, because I am in dire need to move out now, I am again looking for anything that I can find within my budget, even another rental property.  &lt;br /&gt;But i'm promising myself, that my next steady yard will be a well thought of place and not necessarily just a move on a whim.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6872157323636569947?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6872157323636569947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6872157323636569947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6872157323636569947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6872157323636569947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/transformed-into-firearm.html' title='Transformed into firearm.....'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2369029592291266385</id><published>2009-08-11T10:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:31:52.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>I put you in the game and.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;..........there you go complaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just seems to be soooo much going on, but it's to the point where there's toooo much is going on.  However, everytime I come to write about something my mind goes blank.  &lt;br /&gt;So instead, I post these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoG4-Uzy08I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0pHwyXL6-78/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoG4-Uzy08I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0pHwyXL6-78/s400/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368775611679691714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoG4-LuhdDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w-D0kOudEhs/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoG4-LuhdDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w-D0kOudEhs/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368775609241662514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2369029592291266385?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2369029592291266385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2369029592291266385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2369029592291266385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2369029592291266385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-put-you-in-game-and.html' title='I put you in the game and.........'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoG4-Uzy08I/AAAAAAAAAM4/0pHwyXL6-78/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1373380778830840145</id><published>2009-08-10T14:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:10:47.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>While politicin' with my sister from New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She say she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun filled weekend, but really it goes by too quickly. I'm looking forward to next weekend though, Korean BBQ, the beach and maybe shopping in Buffalo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://www.singleblackmale.net/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; because one night I was flipping through blogs on my phone and stumbled upon this one. At first, it was funny and I actually had a few lol's moments. Plus, i'm single and I'm trying to find out how guys think, so I won't single anymore (other than the whole self-sabotage thing that has happened with the last 3 guys I was dealing with).&lt;br /&gt;Now, this blog is a little bit male chauvanistics, but for the most part, I think it's kinda true. It's my inisght into a guys brain. Now, there are a few posts that deal with specifically black women, but the majority of it can be applied to women in general.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this blog mostly says that if you can't get and keep a man, then the problem &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you. And if you do read my blog, you know, that my &lt;a href="http://www.melidworld.com/"&gt;comm&lt;/a&gt;en&lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/"&gt;ters&lt;/a&gt; all think that I do have some mental issues too.&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my question; should I try to be sane to attact and keep the guy? And if I do, then there's always the issue of me eventually morphing back into my insane self, because my "sane" self will all be just a front anyways, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoB-kivFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kEpGPQkWYT4/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoB-kivFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kEpGPQkWYT4/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368429922090299682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pyscheeeeee....&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/1744473961721702110-1373380778830840145?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1373380778830840145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1373380778830840145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1373380778830840145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1373380778830840145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-politicin-with-my-sister-from-new.html' title='While politicin&apos; with my sister from New York City'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SoB-kivFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kEpGPQkWYT4/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-3298816547511178282</id><published>2009-08-06T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:55:52.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>I'm not here for your entertainment</title><content type='html'>You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me and maybe this explains why i'm single, but I hate it, like DESPISES it when a girl has to change who she is for a dude!  Why the f*ck can't a girl be the same person she is with her friends and boyfriend/husband?!?!  Don't change your voice when you pick up the phone, don't front like you don't do stuff you know you do, and lastly, don't drop jack all for him!&lt;br /&gt;I've known too many girls that do all this crap for these dudes.  And it's not even like they're really good guys.  They've put these girls through sh*t and the girls still let them get away with it.  Hell, most of the girls i'm talking about are still with these guys.  Now, it's true, it's not necessarily the guys fault if he's an ass, but c'mon now girls, you've cuss'd me out for less than what they've done to you!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo tired of being put on the blasted back burner because the guy suddenly realises that he has time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*UCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sns1Kb-xFJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5CXaVfuFacs/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sns1Kb-xFJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5CXaVfuFacs/s320/h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366941834368062610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-3298816547511178282?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3298816547511178282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=3298816547511178282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3298816547511178282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/3298816547511178282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-here-for-your-entertainment.html' title='I&apos;m not here for your entertainment'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sns1Kb-xFJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5CXaVfuFacs/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2528393779698377430</id><published>2009-08-06T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:08:00.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><title type='text'>But before the night is through</title><content type='html'>I wanna do bad things with you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.melidworld.com/"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nonosenuggets.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; rave about True Blood. So being the independant individual that I am, I decided to follow fashion and see what the hype is with it. Honestly, after the whole &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-safe-up-high-nothing-can-touch-me.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; debacle, I'm honestly ready to take a break from vampires for a longggg ass while.  But they just kept on and on about how no sparkly vampires (which is a good, good thing), no stupid little girls falling in love with the beautiful vampires, (although Sookie is a little bit annoying).  I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Blockbuster because I don't have HBO and I keep forgetting what site Neekee told me to go to.  I thought that the whole season would be on the same disc, so I didn't even look at the dvd when I rented it.  I ended up renting episodes 8,9 and 10.  Then hell, I already paid for it might as well watch it.  So since I was dropped right in the middle, I wasn't really blown away.  It was ok.....definately better than Twilight, but still just meh.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;But meh, whatever.  Later this week, I'm going to try to get the first couple episodes and see if it makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2528393779698377430?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2528393779698377430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2528393779698377430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2528393779698377430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2528393779698377430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-before-night-is-through.html' title='But before the night is through'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2311345544999406347</id><published>2009-08-03T11:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:28:37.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caribana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I wish that my goods</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;outweighed my bads enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some highlights of my fun filled Caribana weekend (in no particular order):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tornadoes in the city!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delayed flight of almost 3 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yummy, yummy, bloody steaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arriving into Canada at 4:30 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scalping tickets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"you could have really sold these tickets for $60 and made a profit"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text: "&lt;strong&gt;Ok, i've arrived, finally&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;text back: "&lt;strong&gt;ok, they're half an hour away. More hurry up and wait&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"when possible, make a legal u turn"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;running around the CNE trying to make it into our sections before we crossed the stage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"don't worry, we won't leave you".......where are my scabiosa's!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"is that rain???", in my all white costumes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;too tired to walk a half an hour to the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby girl taking 200+ pics of my costume and her face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking too long puting on my jewels that we arrived only with enough time to sprint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"you guys better hurry up" as they run by we hear "Wild roses crosses the stage".....WTH!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foam fete with no foam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"this is not soca"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"he can definately handle his alcohol"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"where's DD and cousin??" MIA. half an hour later DD: "Cousin's past out in the bathroom"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neekeee's 10 year hiatus over!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;♥♥♥ Juniors Cheesecake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boom boom badoom. "what's that noise?" "Tru fell down the stair"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"no Marky, you cannot eat mommy's costume"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"no Baby, you cannot take six breaks and come with us"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"get off my ass"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 missed calls from Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kev breaking into my phone!! Thanks!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caribana highlights 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Let's go for apple pie"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apples are only in season in September!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 different apple orchards and all are closed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought some cherry pie instead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Maybe make those piggies things say ur name"......blank stare from cashier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CN'z BAND OF THE YEAR!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA, I ♥'d it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Snrykj0AziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LMxkU_isTx4/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366868615867977250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Snrykj0AziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LMxkU_isTx4/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2311345544999406347?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2311345544999406347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2311345544999406347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2311345544999406347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2311345544999406347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-that-my-goods.html' title='I wish that my goods'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Snrykj0AziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LMxkU_isTx4/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7324195583980460691</id><published>2009-07-30T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:15:08.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caribana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>Make no apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;So who don't like me, could bite me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well we got our &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-ready-ready-ready-ready-ready.html"&gt;costumes&lt;/a&gt; and they fit like they look; little to no coverage.  Can't wait for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we come........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7324195583980460691?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7324195583980460691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7324195583980460691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7324195583980460691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7324195583980460691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-no-apology.html' title='Make no apology'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1206160422230209203</id><published>2009-07-29T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:14:48.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Never can say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCq4YXbIhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KaLhAFtXg1w/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCq4YXbIhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KaLhAFtXg1w/s400/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363975041788355090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1206160422230209203?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1206160422230209203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1206160422230209203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1206160422230209203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/1206160422230209203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-can-say-goodbye.html' title='Never can say goodbye'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCq4YXbIhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KaLhAFtXg1w/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7139945880258488994</id><published>2009-07-29T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:59:42.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>Back behind this little smile I wore......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;......How I wished that you were mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on a date with a new suitor this was the conversation that went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: What kind of girls do you usually go for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm usually attracted to the beautiful girls. You know, the ones who stop traffic and captures everyones attention when they walk into the room......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: ***blushes, while smiling broadly***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;:.....but those girls usually dump me for the hot guy with the luxury sports car and penthouse condos. So i've since decided to only date ugly girls with low self esteem who can't get a better guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: ***Blank stare*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCqEe9xgtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Myb7qtQvXhk/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363974150206620370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCqEe9xgtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Myb7qtQvXhk/s320/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7139945880258488994?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7139945880258488994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7139945880258488994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7139945880258488994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7139945880258488994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-behind-this-little-smile-i-wore.html' title='Back behind this little smile I wore......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SnCqEe9xgtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Myb7qtQvXhk/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4133280292740778875</id><published>2009-07-28T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:24:03.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>I've been a victim of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A selfish kinda love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nonosenuggets.blogspot.com"&gt;Teefed itttttt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak? medium - rare&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? G-Force&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Not really a t.v show type a gal&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Hawaii or Bora Bora&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast? Tea&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine? Japanese&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike? Anythign with eggplant....yuck!&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat? Anywhere yummy&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing? Renee's creamy caesar&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? Toyota Corolla&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes? Jogging pants and a big t-shirt....or nothign at all ;)&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? India or Japan &lt;strong&gt;(I concur)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full ? It's just a drink........&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire? Hawaii or Bora Bora&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day? Anytime i'm not at work.......&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born? Trinbago&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Basketball&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you love the one you're with? I love myself, yes&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the freakiest place you've done "it"? I don't have sex anymore, I'm a born again&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you naughty or nice? Nice&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher? Nope&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night, definately not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets? Nope&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little? A lawyer or banker&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory? Learning to swim in Florida, I guess&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person? both&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married? Nope&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt? If i'm in the front seats, yes.&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident? Yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves? Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Hot peppers, anchovies, bacon bits (not strips), tomatoes, mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower? I don't know what they're called&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream? Cotton Candy, or hokey pokey&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant? Harvey's&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Nada&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email? Monique&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? I dunno....&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Nope&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job? Nope&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli? Yup&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation? Haven't really been on one&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with? &lt;a href="http://www.melidowrld.com"&gt; Meli&lt;/a&gt;to &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-be-in-japanese-restaurant-eating.html"&gt;Big Daddy's crab shack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now? Nada&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color? Pink&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have? 4&lt;br /&gt;48. What's the wildest thing you've ever done? I'm a homebody.....don't really do the "wilding out"&lt;br /&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz? 11:19 am&lt;br /&gt;50. Coffee Drinker? Only in frozen or cold forms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4133280292740778875?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4133280292740778875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4133280292740778875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4133280292740778875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4133280292740778875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-victim-of.html' title='I&apos;ve been a victim of'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-531207608188198745</id><published>2009-07-24T13:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:48:56.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke-ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>They cyah wine like wehhhhh</title><content type='html'>Now &lt;a href="http://www.spicecarnivalband.com/alt/SpiceCarnivalAtlas.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; are costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has $1000US to let me borrow, because we have to do it biggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-531207608188198745?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/531207608188198745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=531207608188198745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/531207608188198745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/531207608188198745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-cyah-wine-like-wehhhhh.html' title='They cyah wine like wehhhhh'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-5592932700522288328</id><published>2009-07-20T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:33:47.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My love turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a little late, but I loooovvvveeee my baby!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!!!!!&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/1744473961721702110-5592932700522288328?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5592932700522288328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=5592932700522288328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5592932700522288328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/5592932700522288328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-turns-7.html' title='My love turns 7'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6148628678893545883</id><published>2009-07-16T14:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:13:20.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummmy'/><title type='text'>I'm melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like hot candle wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-be-in-japanese-restaurant-eating.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?? Well &lt;a href="http://www.melidworld.com/"&gt;Meli&lt;/a&gt; and I went out for Summerlicious and we had it.  She had the shrimp cocktail for appetizer and the seafood salad for her main course and she wanted the crepes for dessert but they were out, so she had vanilla bean cheesecake instead.  I had the calamari for starters and the steak for my entree and the mud pie for dessert.  &lt;br /&gt;Added on, I had oysters and scallops.  YUMMYYYYY.  I love oysters.  like ♥♥♥♥♥!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the place was good.  I wish I were rich so I could eat the rest of the stuff on the menu.  Everythign looked so good, but we were limited to what we could eat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know where we're gonna go for Winterlicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6148628678893545883?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6148628678893545883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6148628678893545883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6148628678893545883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6148628678893545883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-melting.html' title='I&apos;m melting'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-7653087422580213817</id><published>2009-07-16T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:19:37.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>That nasty boogie bugs me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but somehow how it has drugged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am going to a strip club with my mother and my aunts tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-7653087422580213817?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7653087422580213817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=7653087422580213817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7653087422580213817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/7653087422580213817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-nasty-boogie-bugs-me.html' title='That nasty boogie bugs me'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-1761689540058988981</id><published>2009-07-16T10:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:19:04.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>You're playin' with your life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this ain't no truth or dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVJVRywgmYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVJVRywgmYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Toronto be more like this?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-1761689540058988981?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1761689540058988981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=1761689540058988981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray ray ray'/><title type='text'>You're throwing stones......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;without your hands......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t2Q5mAuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v5JeLQJr6k0/s1600-h/bl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t2Q5mAuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v5JeLQJr6k0/s320/bl4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358771016890188514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t2Kg7XhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fsSnQWDfudk/s1600-h/bl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t2Kg7XhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fsSnQWDfudk/s320/bl3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358771015176117778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t1vFgVSI/AAAAAAAAALw/bVKn8JpfJ9g/s1600-h/bl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t1vFgVSI/AAAAAAAAALw/bVKn8JpfJ9g/s320/bl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358771007813342498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t05MCR7I/AAAAAAAAALo/MX44e2R7_70/s1600-h/bl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t05MCR7I/AAAAAAAAALo/MX44e2R7_70/s320/bl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358770993345218482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t0aPu2WI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z_aRdMBZpwk/s1600-h/bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t0aPu2WI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z_aRdMBZpwk/s320/bl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358770985039223138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to tell you once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Bad (lands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I had to throw in MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-8789505809936687249?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8789505809936687249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8789505809936687249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8789505809936687249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8789505809936687249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-throwing-stones.html' title='You&apos;re throwing stones......'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Sl4t2Q5mAuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v5JeLQJr6k0/s72-c/bl4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-6717605393550563455</id><published>2009-07-14T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:31:32.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Now, don't go getting any ideas.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see i loved hard once&lt;br /&gt;but the love wasn't returned&lt;br /&gt;i found out the man i'd die for he wasn't even concerned&lt;br /&gt;in time it turned&lt;br /&gt;he tried to burn me like a perm&lt;br /&gt;though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn&lt;br /&gt;For, some dumb woman was I&lt;br /&gt;and every time he'd lie&lt;br /&gt;he would cry and inside i'd die&lt;br /&gt;my heart must have died a thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest&lt;br /&gt;i tried to call the cops that type of theif they can't arrest&lt;br /&gt;pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest&lt;br /&gt;diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worth less&lt;br /&gt;when my peoples would protest&lt;br /&gt;i told 'em mind they business 'cause my shit was complex&lt;br /&gt;more than just the sex&lt;br /&gt;i was blessed but couldn't feel it like when i was caressed&lt;br /&gt;i'd spend nights clutchin my breast overwhelmed by god's test&lt;br /&gt;i was god's best, contemplatin death because you left&lt;br /&gt;but no man is ever worth a paradise manifest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-6717605393550563455?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6717605393550563455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=6717605393550563455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6717605393550563455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/6717605393550563455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-dont-go-getting-any-ideas.html' title='Now, don&apos;t go getting any ideas.........'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2574821659314921966</id><published>2009-07-09T14:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:30:49.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Who be in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....drinking saki?  It's me and my mami with the doobie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So I lie, it's actually a crab shack and with no doobie.....unless &lt;a href="http://www.melidworld.com/"&gt;Meli&lt;/a&gt; rollsssssss.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$25 Dinner&lt;br /&gt;plus taxes and gratuity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesar Salad&lt;br /&gt;Roasted garlic dressing, parmesan croutons and bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo Shrimp Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;Served on crushed ice with cocktail sauce&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Creole Calamari&lt;br /&gt;With Creole butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8oz Striploin Steak&lt;br /&gt;With garlic red skin potatoes, seasonal vegetables and a red wine cracked pepper sauce&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Atlantic salmon&lt;br /&gt;Marinated in Creole spices - Served with seasonal vegetables, Jambalaya rice and butter sauce&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy’s Seafood Salad&lt;br /&gt;Mixed greens topped with roasted peppers, grilled onions, grape tomatoes, crispy capers, Jumbo shrimp, crawfish, smoked salmon, southern fried oysters with garlic croutons, Parmesan cheese and our Crab Shack vinaigrette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Crepes&lt;br /&gt;With berry compote and vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Bean Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;With Caramel crème&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi Mud Pie&lt;br /&gt;Our own creation - baked with marshmallows and served warm with chocolate drizzle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SlY-R7HOE4I/AAAAAAAAALY/MXo8_iJKwHo/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SlY-R7HOE4I/AAAAAAAAALY/MXo8_iJKwHo/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356537284450456450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2574821659314921966?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2574821659314921966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2574821659314921966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2574821659314921966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2574821659314921966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-be-in-japanese-restaurant-eating.html' title='Who be in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi.....'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SlY-R7HOE4I/AAAAAAAAALY/MXo8_iJKwHo/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-2857360564836312941</id><published>2009-07-08T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:30:15.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caribana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Whenever de Soca jumbie start callin' me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.islands.com/article.jsp?ID=1000072698"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-2857360564836312941?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2857360564836312941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=2857360564836312941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2857360564836312941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/2857360564836312941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/whenever-de-soca-jumbie-start-callin-me.html' title='Whenever de Soca jumbie start callin&apos; me'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4473495888202303142</id><published>2009-07-07T11:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:36:36.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><title type='text'>She knows I'm watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She likes the way I stare.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**WARNING WARNING WARNING***&lt;br /&gt;Really, really, really long post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you remember &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-heellllooooooo-officer.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or not, but if not, refresh yourself. At the end of it, there was a part about &lt;em&gt;Officer ****....or Nat....or Knatt....Well, whatever, Officer Looking-Good-but-probably-married-and-somewhat-psycho-but-nonetheless-drop-dead-gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some back info on our "history" if you will. We were involved in a case together about 6 years ago (I was a witness to a heinous crime and he was one of the officers that were called to the scene). Well, the crime ended making it's way to trial, so I had to give my statement to him. He was definately a hottie. And a cop!! I ♥ cops. Anyways, he called one day to give an update on the trial or something, I honestly don't remember, and he ended up asking me out for coffee!! I knew that I was blushing on the phone. I'm a nerd, I know. Anyways, we tried to find some time to meet up for a while. He always wanted to meet while he was working. My mother made it known that she thinks he's married, and that's why he's always trying to get together when he works. And he only called me when he was at work too. So right before we actually went to trial, he went MIA. I called his division (Canadian terms for precinct) and he was on a leave of absense. Meli and I both thought that he had gone crazy and was taking time off. My mother thought that he went to India to get married. He was now an additional write off in my history of failed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently Officer Hottie is back in town. Turns out that he really did go on a leave of absense. He went undercover to Vancouver, and 'leave of absense' is the terminology that you use for such occassions. How do I know, you ask. Well, he just happened to drive by my house when I wasn't home, and my parents and their subtle selves waved to him. WAVED.TO.HIM!!!! He came into the driveway and started talking to them and my dad ended up telling him I wasn't home and that I would be home tomorrow. Needless to say, I was giddy. Sure my parents lack tact, but hey, they get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Officer Too-Hottie shows up again!! I was at a birthday party though, so I wasn't home. I suspected he might be coming, but I didn't want to be home anyways, because I didn't get my eyebrows done. Plus, I had gained some weight in my mid section, and I am now a fat ass. And since he's gorgeousssss, I didn't want to be a let down. So, my dad gave him my number. Did I mention that I love my daddy. Yes, even my dad knew about my infatuation with Officer Gorgeous. So at the party, Officer Hottie ends up calling and we talk for a bit. After a little conversation, I had to go back, because it was Baby's turn at eating the donut on a string. Don't ask. Well Officer Mui-Good-Looking and myself end up texting for the whole party.&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the interesting part; he was looking for a booty call. He made it known right off the bat. I got offended and shut down the conversation. I mean, is that even allowed for a cop? Aren't they supposed to be society's prime citizens?!?! Since when is &lt;em&gt;being easy &lt;/em&gt;a characteristic of an outstanding member of society??? Anyways, as per &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, there was a better way to handle the situation. So a week after the shutdown conversation, I sent another text to apologise for the way I handled the situation, but I wasn't interested in a physical relationship only. I wasn't necessarily looking for long term, but definately not looking for booty calling. He said he understood but still wanted to talk. I honestly liked the attention I was getting from him.&lt;br /&gt;He was still all about the coffee thing, but I really do have a tight schedule and don't really have time to date. So one night, he's like he'll bring the coffee to my house and we can just sit outside. I said ok, as that is all that I could do at the moment. See how exciting my social life is; I only have time for a coffe at 10:30 at night. I digress. Here are some "highlights" of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt; (Officer Hottie): I moved to **** from ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Me too. Where abouts in *******?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt;: *****. It was such a shock to move from *****, because my best friend was black, and I had oriental friends, and west indian and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Really, I thought you would've been comfortable around all these Indian people........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceed to tell him the story of one of my friends whom I was reallly really close to in high school and in the last year she pulls away from us (the multi-cultural crew in high school) to hang with "her own kind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for the coffee. How come you didn't get one? (He was drinking a bottle of water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? I thought all cops hang out at Tim Hortons (Canada's less expensive, simpler [none of this grande, vente nonsense] version of Starbucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH&lt;/strong&gt;: No, actually alot of police officers don't like coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, it must be the donuts then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part was he was texting me when I met him and I showed him the text that he just sent. I have him saved in my phone as 'Officer Jackass'.&lt;br /&gt;But even after all of that, when I left, he said that we would still meet in two days. That was our original "date". And he even texted me before I went to sleep. I didn't think my conversation deterred him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't heard from him since.  I'm not sure if I did something, or maybe he was really looking for a booty call, and didn't want to waste anymore time with me.  Maybe he needed some time to let the conversation soak in before he realised that I am a raving lunatic.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that maybe there is something wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744473961721702110-4473495888202303142?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4473495888202303142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=4473495888202303142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4473495888202303142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/4473495888202303142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-knows-im-watching.html' title='She knows I&apos;m watching'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8870529172083908161</id><published>2009-06-30T10:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:55:16.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mes parents sont allés au Cuba pour leur trente-troisième anniversaire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353133786553554866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Skom0Raql7I/AAAAAAAAALI/z432ryy6hrA/s320/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je suis très très jaloux et&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353133572282430786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SkomnzMctUI/AAAAAAAAALA/CeeUYU8E3Ec/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;je souhaite que je pourrais être allé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353133890008774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Skom6S0T95I/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YO7fMeExb8/s320/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais maintenant ils sont très très jaloux que j'obtiens pour aller les Turcs et en Caïques. &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/1744473961721702110-8870529172083908161?l=llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8870529172083908161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744473961721702110&amp;postID=8870529172083908161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8870529172083908161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744473961721702110/posts/default/8870529172083908161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola-hombre.html' title='Hola Hombre'/><author><name>leeesssaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/SdJk_KodorI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8WEUg-lpw2w/S220/jigglypuff.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBu3E0uhgw/Skom0Raql7I/AAAAAAAAALI/z432ryy6hrA/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
