<?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-340590459185890235</id><updated>2011-12-25T03:20:31.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2662594149206191576</id><published>2011-12-04T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:30:08.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BEFORE NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you when you could stay and not have to rush your goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a simple smile, word or kiss made you high&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you when you believed in waiting around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you had patience by the pound&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before now when you weren’t confined by place and time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I could be yours and you could be mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before now…I wish we could have met&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When it was not so complicated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you when you took nothing for granted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you cherished every moment spent&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you when love was still good&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you cared to understand and be understood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before now when you knew love without pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you brought sunshine without rain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before now when you loved without caution&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sharing and caring in great proportion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before now when you really believed in it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you were willing to do anything for it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you when you knew how&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I knew you …Before now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2662594149206191576?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2662594149206191576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2662594149206191576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2662594149206191576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-now.html' title='BEFORE NOW'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1183825613148809555</id><published>2011-11-28T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:10:04.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Girl Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;I am a Gem---- ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;Today I am 3+3 years old= 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;I was born on 6-6 to the 6th child of 2 Gem-inis.... I am one of 2 children... Its no coincidence that I seek balance in everything I do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;About the #6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;Connects above and below, reconciliation, intellectual creativity, discrimination, imagination, union, love, perfection, ability to use the imagination and the intellect combined, relatedness, taking responsibility for choices. The number 6 is the 'Mother' number and is essentially a working, building number. It symbolizes responsibility and service, which needs to be achieved through love, nurturing and protection. There is an innate desire within the 6 to bring harmony, peace, justice and truth to all experiences in life. There is a perfected sense of balance with the 6 vibration. 6 thrives on beauty and needs to be comfortable in all areas of their lives – emotionally, spiritually and physically. People are drawn to the loving, magnetic energy of the 6 vibration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;I am a culmination of all the DNA my parents gave me, the experiences God put me in and the people that I surround myself. I am so different than the person I used to be and yet I feel like the core of me has not changed. I love hard still, I still want to protect those I love and protect myself. I still can't move away from my family and base my life around my nephews. I still love those that have hurt me the most. I still love to create, socialize, dance and desire me time. I now doubt love for me but I still want it so bad. I still have faith in Christ-- and even more now. I am still me- but a new me...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;New Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;I recently quit my job to pursue my passion- educational consulting. The idea of making such a huge change stemmed from losing so many loved ones and now dealing with my father's illness. I suppose the overall feeling is this--- I refuse to live another day not doing what I am called to do and especially not another day my father walks this Earth. I am a Daddy's girl- making him proud is in me to do. Being able to support my loved ones is in me to do. I literally hated going to work. Lots of sleepless night and waking up crying all because I knew I was meant to do something else. But what is so good about God is, He plants a seed and gives you what you need. So for the past few years I have had friends that - whether they know it or not- have stepped out on faith. I am a witness to so many testimonies. So with my new found chutzpah (Yiddish for balls) I have quit my job and reached out to friends that are doing what I want to do. I hope to first be ready for my purpose so I intend to gain knowledge- call this my own personal internship. Second, I plan to earn enough money and have a career that will allow me to be there for my daddy and family. So far my journey has taken me to Los Angeles--- if nothing else my trip confirmed I can really really do this and LOVE it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;In my life I have loved only one that made me feel so special and protected-- I am a survivor of sexual abuse so I needed and still do yearn for a protector. His love was simple it seemed just so simple to do - I loved his family, I loved his hustle, I loved his struggle, I loved his bow-legs, I loved the way he would tell me "its a small thing" and I felt like whatever I was worried about was not big at all- I loved his hands, lips and eyes. I loved him til it hurt. But being with him, wanting all of him when he could not give, was one of the most hurtful things I have felt. I spent nearly 3 years hoping for him to be what I knew he could be. Today he is exactly what I wanted him to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;I saw him last week, the minute I saw him I looked down at his legs- they are still bowed; I looked in his eyes they are still exciting and wild; I looked at his lips- he still needs carmex on the bottom right side and I still wanted to kiss them; and then I looked long and hard at his hands- they still look like they could whoop anyone's ass and love on you in the next minute... but now he has a ring on the left finger. The next time I saw him that week I kept looking but trying not to look at it, the ring. We started talking and everything and I mean everything that I ever felt for him resurfaced and I could not do anything about it except feel like - it should have been me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;I am not sure why but an overwhelming sadness came over me- so I cried- cried hard, cried all night- I cried the next morning. Put on Simply Red and cried some more. I realized that I had made myself forget us because it hurt so much, I have done that in my life time- forgetting has helped me survive sometimes. So while I am figuring out my feelings I realize that as much as I was hurt and wanted him to be something he was not ready for - I was not ready to be what he needed... So instead of trying to have another "last night" with him (our last time ended bad) Or try to express how I feel I have decided to pray to have the good stuff from that relationship again- that is what I have decided to do.... Thats all I got for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;Aint shit change here lol-- I still love my nephews to death!! The love I have for them is the strongest I have ever felt and I wonder now if I can love my children the way I love them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1183825613148809555?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1183825613148809555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-girl-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1183825613148809555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1183825613148809555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-girl-six.html' title='Update on Girl Six'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1136762560807603459</id><published>2011-10-13T18:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:33:45.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ang......</title><content type='html'>and now hunger pains is for the same thang&lt;div&gt;reach back around -for the same thang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing things different now expecting some change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want a new car, better $, - lefthand rang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love me so good you'd think my name would change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until now- happy with the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same walk same talk same errythang - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope not now- so much more to this thang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done drop the mic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing left to explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/340590459185890235-1136762560807603459?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1136762560807603459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/10/ang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1136762560807603459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1136762560807603459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/10/ang.html' title='ang......'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6005389016998796292</id><published>2011-10-04T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:09:11.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been thinking about forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTe5wMJCMo/TovYW7wiuXI/AAAAAAAAATo/RH7Q87S_9wc/s1600/new-wedding-flowers-center.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTe5wMJCMo/TovYW7wiuXI/AAAAAAAAATo/RH7Q87S_9wc/s200/new-wedding-flowers-center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659855245231176050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I put it on the line&lt;div&gt;and hope things will be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got to admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you got me thinking about forever.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/340590459185890235-6005389016998796292?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6005389016998796292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-thinking-about-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6005389016998796292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6005389016998796292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-thinking-about-forever.html' title='been thinking about forever'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTe5wMJCMo/TovYW7wiuXI/AAAAAAAAATo/RH7Q87S_9wc/s72-c/new-wedding-flowers-center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7537621966768390236</id><published>2011-08-09T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:37:01.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY!</title><content type='html'>I will say this and vent then let this go-----&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a tendency to forget prayer changes things so I pop off, drop off and get into things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't too long ago my money was funny (still is), death was around me and that man dumped me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in an attempt to release or be free from what was ailing me- I became wreckless and now here is that test again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I recognize that in times like these &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't fight, drink so much and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                  I will spend more time on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/340590459185890235-7537621966768390236?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7537621966768390236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7537621966768390236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7537621966768390236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy.html' title='CRAZY!'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6976017386173853480</id><published>2011-07-24T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T08:56:16.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a letter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Cancer,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a healer whose hands never tire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A doctor who makes miracles happen daily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I know a physician that gives life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I am not scared, afraid, or worried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;anymore...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Signed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a believer....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/340590459185890235-6976017386173853480?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6976017386173853480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6976017386173853480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6976017386173853480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-letter.html' title='just a letter...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4596550933757280505</id><published>2011-06-15T11:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:47:08.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prose #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"‎#1 iron sharpens iron #2 if you're the smartest in your group get out of that group #3 don't be discouraged #4 people are exactly who they show you they are&lt;/i&gt; --- BB-isms :) I love my personal Oprah"--- my latest FB post... It stems from a talk I had with my mentor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vision: What I am learning lately is everyone isn't made for your vision. Sure they delight in it, want to be a part of it- but they aren't made for it. So you have to leave them where they are and keep it moving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reciprocal actions are important to social psychology as they can help explain the maintenance of social norms. The breaking of these social norms may require a punishing action which may range from negative words to complete social ostracism.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Reciprocity: I am learning that it is ok to expect people to 'return the favor'. In business its demanded as there is always some form of exchange determined by those involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;My greatest hurts come from peoples lack of reciprocity. You can't ask for help- receive it -- AND NOT SHOW APPRECIATION. You can't say I love you, need you, and receive love and NOT SHOW LOVE. You can't expect my time, honesty, attention AND TURN YOURS OFF when it is convenient. You can't hold on to someone else's past and expect them to look past YOURS! Reciprocity is the gave and take of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendships: They take a lot of trust, giving, and time. If you are not willing to invest in those attributes then you won't be my friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "   &gt;&lt;b&gt;If she would listen: I would tell her that despite f-ing up twice before I still bragged about her, referred her and tried to build her up. She did not do that for me. I was the voice of reason when I encouraged her to go home to her family when she wanted to follow her ex fantasy of love, or when her child screwed up again, or when she needed balance. She couldn't balance our friendship in business. She should not pretend to not have had such a a past that would put most Jezebels to shame. Fine wines, fine clothes and a nice home can't erase the stench of one's past. Instead be humble accept all that have gone thru and grow from it... NOT HIDE IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/340590459185890235-4596550933757280505?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4596550933757280505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/06/prose-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4596550933757280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4596550933757280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/06/prose-1.html' title='Prose #1'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2591852094297761823</id><published>2011-05-07T21:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:30:06.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Goes Frazier... (Cancer vs Omelia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BMYP2cSoU/TcYOFwkvfGI/AAAAAAAAATc/v7i1ilA9gts/s1600/Foreman-knocks-down-Frazier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BMYP2cSoU/TcYOFwkvfGI/AAAAAAAAATc/v7i1ilA9gts/s200/Foreman-knocks-down-Frazier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604182278410304610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew today would be hard&lt;br /&gt;the chemo is killing cancer- but melting your brain&lt;br /&gt;the steroids have triggered the worst in you&lt;br /&gt;and the great mind I once knew&lt;br /&gt;is only there in moments- glimpses &lt;br /&gt;So I have been fasting, praying and hoping&lt;br /&gt;those things keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;I knew you would sign your love to me, smile and cuss&lt;br /&gt;the minute I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping for a "hey my babygirl"&lt;br /&gt;I did not get that...&lt;br /&gt;I got moments of my SHEro&lt;br /&gt;only moments&lt;br /&gt;and every other thing being said&lt;br /&gt;was something unseen, unheard of&lt;br /&gt;but I talked to you like I WANTED TO!!!&lt;br /&gt;because I can't live with just glimpses of how you were&lt;br /&gt;and just when I was about to give up on my auntie/twin&lt;br /&gt;being the way you have always been...&lt;br /&gt;you called my name, told me to not leave so soon&lt;br /&gt;and made me promise to not stay gone so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2591852094297761823?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2591852094297761823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/05/down-goes-frazier-cancer-vs-omelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2591852094297761823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2591852094297761823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/05/down-goes-frazier-cancer-vs-omelia.html' title='Down Goes Frazier... (Cancer vs Omelia)'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8BMYP2cSoU/TcYOFwkvfGI/AAAAAAAAATc/v7i1ilA9gts/s72-c/Foreman-knocks-down-Frazier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3089324100901028561</id><published>2011-04-28T01:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:23:25.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Most men don't like crazy, opinionated, occasionally bitchy, tell it how it is--- kind of chicks. Thankfully I am not looking for most men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; - Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3089324100901028561?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3089324100901028561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-men-dont-like-crazy-opinionated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3089324100901028561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3089324100901028561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-men-dont-like-crazy-opinionated.html' title=''/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8357678764646016772</id><published>2011-04-27T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:30:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not big enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IA0vhXa-MFY/Tbj7U5Ain3I/AAAAAAAAATU/hPSJ4TpBqz4/s1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IA0vhXa-MFY/Tbj7U5Ain3I/AAAAAAAAATU/hPSJ4TpBqz4/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600502472954257266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dreamed of &lt;br /&gt;kingdoms &lt;br /&gt;castles&lt;br /&gt;thrones&lt;br /&gt;and alike&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't dream big enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dreamed of &lt;br /&gt;roads&lt;br /&gt;horses&lt;br /&gt;carriages&lt;br /&gt;ships&lt;br /&gt;and alike&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't dream big enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;trains&lt;br /&gt;planes&lt;br /&gt;automobiles&lt;br /&gt;spaceships&lt;br /&gt;and alike&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't dream big enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;loaded guns&lt;br /&gt;loaded minds&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;protests&lt;br /&gt;and alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;love stories&lt;br /&gt;musical classic&lt;br /&gt;drums&lt;br /&gt;1's and 2's&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't dream big enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to think about more than changing a few so that&lt;br /&gt;mountains will move&lt;br /&gt;seas will part&lt;br /&gt;and I can motivate a child&lt;br /&gt;to dream of walking on water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8357678764646016772?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8357678764646016772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-big-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8357678764646016772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8357678764646016772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-big-enough.html' title='not big enough'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IA0vhXa-MFY/Tbj7U5Ain3I/AAAAAAAAATU/hPSJ4TpBqz4/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4406446809543065028</id><published>2011-03-22T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:18:25.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>If &lt;br /&gt;this &lt;br /&gt;is &lt;br /&gt;that same test&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;continue&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not on purpose- not for a lack of understanding my purpose- its just as I live I will never understand DEATH and Your cliff notes, pop quizzes and retakes aren't helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-4406446809543065028?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4406446809543065028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-god-if-this-is-that-same-test-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4406446809543065028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4406446809543065028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-god-if-this-is-that-same-test-i.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2267047824253260709</id><published>2011-03-22T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:12:40.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start</title><content type='html'>Well I am pretty sure this summer was harder on him than me. Broke him a bit...&lt;br /&gt;The truth and untold - told secrets can do that to even the strongest of men.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually he came to or we came to a resolve or some peace about the matter.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought things got good- and even got better.&lt;br /&gt;I got a call, it was from my mom saying he was sick and to come over a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then IT did not go away, the pain did but the odds are &lt;br /&gt;IT won't go away, maybe nothings, turn into somethings and then we hear&lt;br /&gt;cancer- &lt;br /&gt;and I am not saying it is- &lt;br /&gt;but the odds are it is and will consume him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't count on my hands how many I have lost in these past few years- there's too many- all to cancer&lt;br /&gt;so its sad, and it chips at your faith to know that my prayers are heard but not answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone tells me to pray - I may need to say, I will but I am pretty sure He isn't taking all of my calls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2267047824253260709?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2267047824253260709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-do-i-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2267047824253260709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2267047824253260709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1457317209788262066</id><published>2010-12-10T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:10:37.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TQLdgBKFFHI/AAAAAAAAATE/yrqTDxFpc5U/s1600/legs%2Bcropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TQLdgBKFFHI/AAAAAAAAATE/yrqTDxFpc5U/s320/legs%2Bcropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549241233010136178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about this skin I'm in &lt;br /&gt;that I am beginning to hate&lt;br /&gt;Even back then, it was subject to the worst fate&lt;br /&gt;It still screams touch me, abuse me, do what you choose to ME?&lt;br /&gt;and the minute my flesh cannot take the rest&lt;br /&gt;It all goes up in flames&lt;br /&gt;And I am left yearning for some lame ass 'no name' &lt;br /&gt;No names, no time, no care--- &lt;br /&gt;now they all NOWHERE&lt;br /&gt;look around can't be found...&lt;br /&gt;unless they desire this skin I'm in&lt;br /&gt;ready to expose it again to the most hurtful sin&lt;br /&gt;damn...Something about this skin I'm in &lt;br /&gt;It got me in trouble &lt;br /&gt;and my mouth, shit it aint nothin subtle&lt;br /&gt;loud as I want to be - now&lt;br /&gt;Something about this skin I'm in draws it out&lt;br /&gt;Because after a while of being trapped, held back, and shut in by THIS broken skin&lt;br /&gt;I broke out- now I can't help but shout&lt;br /&gt;and as for this heart... well my heart still ain't no better, &lt;br /&gt;wear that bitch on my sleeve like a sweater&lt;br /&gt;My heart- beckons for a new start&lt;br /&gt;One in which trust is undeniable, love is considerable and the truth becomes unchangeable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1457317209788262066?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1457317209788262066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatever-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1457317209788262066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1457317209788262066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatever-me.html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TNiwq7MRhfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3e67NSGuszA/s1600/lady%2Bred.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TNiwq7MRhfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3e67NSGuszA/s200/lady%2Bred.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537369993342191090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bitch, ready for revenge&lt;br /&gt;can roll with the worst of them&lt;br /&gt;and indeed she keeps a smile&lt;br /&gt;but at any moment &amp; all the while&lt;br /&gt;she is waiting to break out&lt;br /&gt;take matters into her own hands&lt;br /&gt;fuck bowing down, white, black or brown&lt;br /&gt;ya'll can all get it&lt;br /&gt;pretend like you aren't a snake in the grass&lt;br /&gt;and Lady Red will call you out&lt;br /&gt;and promptly correct that ass&lt;br /&gt;she has learned to choose wisely&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is worthy&lt;br /&gt;she fears no man nor mind&lt;br /&gt;cheats and liars she don't take too kind&lt;br /&gt;and fortunately ---for those types&lt;br /&gt;she is barred in by another that knows wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, like today, it is hard to keep her in&lt;br /&gt;she thinks she is the avenger of all sin.. all sin... all sin&lt;br /&gt;even her own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-5556361941452660272?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/5556361941452660272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/11/lady-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/5556361941452660272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;sorrow&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;disbelief&lt;br /&gt;grief&lt;br /&gt;got it, I have that down pact!!! and this year alls I wanted was 2 more times with his smile- didn't I deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;RIP Larry I love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;1951-2010, 26, October&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-5912801640890009333?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/5912801640890009333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/5912801640890009333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/5912801640890009333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3468348140035695465</id><published>2010-10-23T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:04:17.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TMO-HRrSKEI/AAAAAAAAASs/V4Mi7q2d3Ic/s1600/take+off.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TMO-HRrSKEI/AAAAAAAAASs/V4Mi7q2d3Ic/s320/take+off.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473799554410562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would've given you wings you would have found a way to clip them&lt;br /&gt;Even if you had a car you would not have made it this far&lt;br /&gt;I introduced you to heaven and you will still prefer hell&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose doing the same thing is predictable and easy even&lt;br /&gt;But learning to be you- is scary and new&lt;br /&gt;So you have decided to not take flight- inspite&lt;br /&gt;The Passport you were given, well you let it expire&lt;br /&gt;and now you are without what you need&lt;br /&gt;instead dealing with a momentary desire&lt;br /&gt;so you chose an exit without first class&lt;br /&gt;hopping on the the first piece of ass&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is fine for now- but as good as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;when you convince yourself&lt;br /&gt;you are risking your GROWTH and this you probably know&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish you well and I pray, that one day&lt;br /&gt;all of what I hoped we would be will happen&lt;br /&gt;for you and someone and someone and me&lt;br /&gt;peace &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love, may you find you- &lt;br /&gt;as for me, I'm in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Love Taking Flight- again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3468348140035695465?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3468348140035695465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3468348140035695465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3468348140035695465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-flight.html' title='Take Flight'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TMO-HRrSKEI/AAAAAAAAASs/V4Mi7q2d3Ic/s72-c/take+off.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8045304253141198240</id><published>2010-10-12T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:21:45.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlID5T2ShS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/KlID5T2ShS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;Tonight I sat in awe watching Ice Cube and Rev Run's crew put in work. I couldn't help but think about what legacy I will leave with my child. If I follow the blueprint my ancestors gave me, it will be one filled with knowledge of self, pride, love and philanthropy. These things are what I am made of. My legacy is in my DNA. So here's to the future within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8045304253141198240?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8045304253141198240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/tonight-i-sat-in-awe-watching-ice-cube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8045304253141198240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8045304253141198240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/tonight-i-sat-in-awe-watching-ice-cube.html' title=''/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7715182962516321787</id><published>2010-10-03T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:16:20.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sign Says DO NOT ENTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiCBYCPObI/AAAAAAAAARk/OT9pcNZhIXA/s1600/No_enter_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523807903113230770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiCBYCPObI/AAAAAAAAARk/OT9pcNZhIXA/s320/No_enter_sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone please tell him that being in my heart is 1 thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but entering my dreams is just intrusive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7715182962516321787?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7715182962516321787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-sign-says-do-not-enter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7715182962516321787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7715182962516321787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-sign-says-do-not-enter.html' title='This Sign Says DO NOT ENTER'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiCBYCPObI/AAAAAAAAARk/OT9pcNZhIXA/s72-c/No_enter_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2367647198692737386</id><published>2010-09-23T00:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:38:35.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I do my dirt all by my lonely"</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to have you around for all of this because I get tired of doing this alone.&lt;br /&gt;I hate I am weak in this manner - but I want and I feel that I maybe even need you.&lt;br /&gt;The mention of my dreams spark something in you that I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to have them, and you don't have to believe in mine- but when my *work is done* and my dreams come true I will love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will let you ride my coat tail anyway and benefit from all that comes...&lt;br /&gt;I know God wants it this way otherwise He would have me do it another way, and that is fine.&lt;br /&gt;But I still get so tired of planning, doing, writing, typing, creating and producing on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted my dream with you and you still aren't here.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you will come around and all of this yearning for you will make me appreciate your occupancy in this empty space so much more.&lt;br /&gt;So I will look at this time as Him preparing me for you.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will do this ... alone.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmMWQqUJb4s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmMWQqUJb4s&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2367647198692737386?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2367647198692737386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-do-my-dirt-all-by-my-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2367647198692737386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2367647198692737386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-do-my-dirt-all-by-my-lonely.html' title='&quot;I do my dirt all by my lonely&quot;'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4379350715041943993</id><published>2010-09-12T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:19:19.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Partnership</title><content type='html'>Bill and Camille, Obama and Michelle, Will and Jada, Abigail and David... Bob and Ellen, Evangeline and Moses, Beattie and Carl, Charity and Reggie, Neferti and Imhotep, John and Yoko, Paul and Linda... love is coupled with a give and take. And it is made up of making up, growing up and not giving up. A daily decision to work at working at, a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TI6H8MmMHyI/AAAAAAAAARc/WxmhRB-EXQU/s1600/bill+and+camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516496061818740514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TI6H8MmMHyI/AAAAAAAAARc/WxmhRB-EXQU/s320/bill+and+camille.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;partnership&lt;/em&gt; not just a relationship. And eventually, one day, I will have that ... And I won't settle for less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-4379350715041943993?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4379350715041943993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/partnership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4379350715041943993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4379350715041943993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/partnership.html' title='Partnership'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TI6H8MmMHyI/AAAAAAAAARc/WxmhRB-EXQU/s72-c/bill+and+camille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2066857220397323904</id><published>2010-09-08T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:35:11.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still (laissez faire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am learning that I say too much- so I will be still and listen&lt;br /&gt;I tend to want to fix it- so I will be still and let things work themselves out&lt;br /&gt;I tend to want to prove my love- I will be still and let love show itself I am often short tempered- I will be still and let peace win&lt;br /&gt;I worry about where I am not in life- I will be still and be thankful for where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2066857220397323904?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2066857220397323904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-still-laissez-faire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2066857220397323904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2066857220397323904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-still-laissez-faire.html' title='Be Still (laissez faire)'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3656348390842879277</id><published>2010-09-01T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:09:30.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>when God gives you that way out... TAKE IT... If you're wrong - you will be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3656348390842879277?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3656348390842879277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3656348390842879277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3656348390842879277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/09/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4648438245244065257</id><published>2010-08-27T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:35:25.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>real love feels like...&lt;br /&gt;prayer&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;longevity&lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;br /&gt;balance&lt;br /&gt;steadfastness&lt;br /&gt;security&lt;br /&gt;openness&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;consistency&lt;br /&gt;consideration&lt;br /&gt;ups&lt;br /&gt;downs&lt;br /&gt;bridges&lt;br /&gt;valleys&lt;br /&gt;and.... Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-4648438245244065257?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4648438245244065257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4648438245244065257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4648438245244065257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-love.html' title='REAL LOVE'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8424008036651294284</id><published>2010-08-20T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T04:13:33.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talking shit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhByJ57YyI/AAAAAAAAADA/R4DsREu2iSg/s1600-h/foxy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267032094117946146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhByJ57YyI/AAAAAAAAADA/R4DsREu2iSg/s400/foxy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;I hate to brag but I am the shit&lt;br /&gt;flowers bloom but nothings like my blossom&lt;br /&gt;I gotta nice rack &amp;amp; an even better bottom&lt;br /&gt;I can go anywhere &amp;amp; make a friend&lt;br /&gt;love to love, smile &amp;amp; dance to no end&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking but don't mind an evening of dining&lt;br /&gt;love to make you smile &amp;amp; it is not for a lack of trying&lt;br /&gt;I like everything but hate a few&lt;br /&gt;I am enthralled with all you do&lt;br /&gt;I hang on every word you speak&lt;br /&gt;but I am so damn interesting I also talk about me&lt;br /&gt;a drum's rythm can't match the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;in our resting place I make sure you finish what we start&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the roll of your eyes &amp;amp; curve of your lips- when you're satisfied I'm delighted &amp;amp; determined to make you happy &amp;amp; that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;but ... &amp;amp; I hate to bring this up&lt;br /&gt;but...if u keep doing what you do you will be like the rest&lt;br /&gt;wishing it wasn't too late ... because I loved you best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8424008036651294284?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8424008036651294284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8424008036651294284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8424008036651294284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-shit.html' title='talking shit....'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhByJ57YyI/AAAAAAAAADA/R4DsREu2iSg/s72-c/foxy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4060526829336552014</id><published>2010-08-19T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:52:12.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TG3teT5-0LI/AAAAAAAAARM/zAiiafXnihs/s1600/dis+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TG3teT5-0LI/AAAAAAAAARM/zAiiafXnihs/s320/dis+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507319024339308722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe best to have time apart&lt;br /&gt;Giving each other space to search our hearts&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be crowded nor suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Love should not be rushed, it is something in the making&lt;br /&gt;and thus, our's may not be ready yet and it needs some time&lt;br /&gt;Time to age, purify, like a fine wine&lt;br /&gt;I hope nothing changes, but I need to know now&lt;br /&gt;If this space can make your love stop somehow&lt;br /&gt;My hope is this distance will make you miss me and I you,&lt;br /&gt;and the moment we see each other- I mean really see each other&lt;br /&gt;we will know that our love is true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-4060526829336552014?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4060526829336552014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4060526829336552014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4060526829336552014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TG3teT5-0LI/AAAAAAAAARM/zAiiafXnihs/s72-c/dis+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-760887231986484623</id><published>2010-08-09T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:49:16.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TGDRjRUunVI/AAAAAAAAARE/tWEJ6xF9PFU/s1600/explosive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TGDRjRUunVI/AAAAAAAAARE/tWEJ6xF9PFU/s320/explosive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503629148522716498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part&lt;br /&gt;When you have to bury your heart&lt;br /&gt;When it is bursting with so much&lt;br /&gt;So much love, you can't help but&lt;br /&gt;give it away&lt;br /&gt;So much care that you wish to take&lt;br /&gt;his pain away&lt;br /&gt;But you can't because of the timing&lt;br /&gt;Or lack of understanding&lt;br /&gt;And all the while you just want to say it just say it&lt;br /&gt;But even when it - gets to the tip-&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue stops it&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart, as sure as it is&lt;br /&gt;Is as unsure as it has ever been&lt;br /&gt;But you know that eventually&lt;br /&gt;You will implode or explode&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your feelings exposed&lt;br /&gt;To be judged, analyzed and otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Criticized, taken in or kicked aside&lt;br /&gt;Yep I hate this part&lt;br /&gt;When what is in heart,&lt;br /&gt;is so&lt;br /&gt;Explosive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-760887231986484623?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/760887231986484623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/explosive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/760887231986484623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/760887231986484623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/explosive.html' title='Explosive'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TGDRjRUunVI/AAAAAAAAARE/tWEJ6xF9PFU/s72-c/explosive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7454063172918344023</id><published>2010-08-09T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:33:20.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular Guy</title><content type='html'>I will probably end up with a guy with a regular job&lt;br /&gt;Regular Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Regular clothes&lt;br /&gt;With a name like Mike, Brian, Dave&lt;br /&gt;Very orthodox thinking&lt;br /&gt;Regular music liker&lt;br /&gt;Kinda into sports&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes drinks&lt;br /&gt;Says regular uninspiring boring things&lt;br /&gt;Regular reader&lt;br /&gt;Regular haircut&lt;br /&gt;Average height&lt;br /&gt;Comes from a regular family and regular town&lt;br /&gt;Regularly punctual&lt;br /&gt;Smells like regular dial soap&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! He will love all of my crazy so EXTRA ESPECIALLY!!! and maybe, when I am ready, his regular will be to me something so amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7454063172918344023?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7454063172918344023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/regular-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7454063172918344023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7454063172918344023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/08/regular-guy.html' title='Regular Guy'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1169367808720061862</id><published>2010-07-28T16:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:39:10.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlehood-ness, Marriage, Kids and Death- the Maturation of Me</title><content type='html'>After my last break-up I said I would be single until I was married. Lately, I have had these conflicting, permeating thoughts about my future as far as marriage and family are concerned. The straw that broke the camel's back was my recent visit to the hospital. Long story short, I do not want to die alone, I want a husband, and I want kids. If this is what I want, I am going to have to start acting accordingly... There I said it...yuck...ok read the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singlehood-ness?????&lt;br /&gt;dating&lt;br /&gt;sexing&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;getting know&lt;br /&gt;hope to grow&lt;br /&gt;lots of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;like, love, hate&lt;br /&gt;separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;dating&lt;br /&gt;sexing&lt;br /&gt;great fucking&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;still grow&lt;br /&gt;want to know&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, shit&lt;br /&gt;and wake in the same place&lt;br /&gt;forgiven mistakes&lt;br /&gt;like, love, hate&lt;br /&gt;never separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids&lt;br /&gt;sex= babies&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no maybies&lt;br /&gt;make them&lt;br /&gt;raise them&lt;br /&gt;let them go&lt;br /&gt;grow&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;to learn what to&lt;br /&gt;like, love and hate&lt;br /&gt;independence= separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Heaven----- can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1169367808720061862?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1169367808720061862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/singlehood-ness-marriage-kids-and-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1169367808720061862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1169367808720061862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/singlehood-ness-marriage-kids-and-death.html' title='Singlehood-ness, Marriage, Kids and Death- the Maturation of Me'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6887455423288029011</id><published>2010-07-27T01:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:17:58.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READY TO TALK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TE6Lehx1zRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QZBz5AOMm2A/s1600/clutterfly_daddys_girl_pink_glitter_necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498485551645707538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TE6Lehx1zRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QZBz5AOMm2A/s320/clutterfly_daddys_girl_pink_glitter_necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father&lt;br /&gt;My Dad now knows what happened to me, he may even know who did it. And it kills me that he will not talk to me. My dad is a LOCKBOX of feelings and emotions... He has seen hell on Earth since he was little but he never talks about it. He worked so hard so that we would not grow up as he did. So maybe he feels guilty for not being able to protect us. That despite all of his money, hard work, and simply being around- he could not protect his kids. Or maybe he just doesn't have the words yet and feels uncomfortable talking about it- my dad is a prude.. I don't know if he is confused, hurt, mad, ashamed---HELL I don't know why- but it is killing me that he hasn't reached out to me! Sunday I was missing him. I miss hugging him- he hates touching- but I clobber him when I can. I miss kissing his bald spot- I tell him my sugar makes his hair grow back. Most of all, I miss his laugh and smile. I had a dream about losing him, so I went by my parents. I walked in with 2 peach pies (he loves my peach pies) and he left... I stayed and waited for him to come back, he came back and said 5 words for me- they weren't positive- so then I left. What is good about all of this is that I am finally ready to talk. I am going to pray for his heart to soften, his lockbox to unlock and his mouth to open. I also won't give up, I just need some time to myself to re-up and do it all over again.&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/340590459185890235-6887455423288029011?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6887455423288029011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/ready-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6887455423288029011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6887455423288029011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/ready-to-talk.html' title='READY TO TALK'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TE6Lehx1zRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QZBz5AOMm2A/s72-c/clutterfly_daddys_girl_pink_glitter_necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-900851151884164623</id><published>2010-07-24T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:25:33.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TEuPdOydEpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TXo12bEpX3I/s1600/growth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497645502484517522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TEuPdOydEpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TXo12bEpX3I/s320/growth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned that stretching and being stretched are all a part of growth. ComPLACEncy has NO place in growth. You have to be correctable and accountable for all you do. I know my faults. I know I am too much at times.. Too sensitive, too mouthy, too jokey---- some of that I would LOVE to change, well tweek a bit. But I know all of that because someone or rather some people told me that those things hinder my growth and I finally took it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer, is to eventually be surrounded by those that LOVE ME enough to stretch me and that I will OPENLY do the same for them without apprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned the value of showing- not just saying- that someone is appreciated. I thank God for a grateful and compassionate spirit. He put my friend Amanda here to model those emotions, she is great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I learned that you can't do anything but say how you feel and have no REGRETS (see the poem). I love the freedom I have now to say things more so than type or write things. It is a work in progress. Overall I have seen myself welcome verbal, face to face dialogue and that is a blessing in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recapitulation if you will and simply put: stretch, love, learn and... FREEDOM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-900851151884164623?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/900851151884164623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/900851151884164623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/900851151884164623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TEuPdOydEpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TXo12bEpX3I/s72-c/growth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8416343577166120168</id><published>2010-07-19T02:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:13:27.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>I am learning so much about myself! At times, I feel sad, lonely and sometimes I feel an extreme imbalance but I am learning nontheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8416343577166120168?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8416343577166120168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8416343577166120168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8416343577166120168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-9057870891189152952</id><published>2010-07-18T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:42:36.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Roberson - I Have A Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4LPxQdjWiNg/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LPxQdjWiNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LPxQdjWiNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have A Song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does is feel to finally be free&lt;br /&gt;I wonder will I ever know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream of how that can be&lt;br /&gt;To have a life that I own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;what do you see&lt;br /&gt;do you understand my story&lt;br /&gt;all I want is love&lt;br /&gt;For someone else to see&lt;br /&gt;If you took the time I have a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so, so long I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;For something that were probably not meant to find&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard it gets no matter if the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should stop us from trying ohhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;what do you see&lt;br /&gt;do you understand my story&lt;br /&gt;all I want is love&lt;br /&gt;For someone else to see&lt;br /&gt;If you took the time I have a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-9057870891189152952?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/9057870891189152952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/eric-roberson-i-have-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9057870891189152952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9057870891189152952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/eric-roberson-i-have-song.html' title='Eric Roberson - I Have A Song'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6572068989653947469</id><published>2010-07-14T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:28:22.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TD5VSEFISYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B3oiH3Kc2ug/s1600/brandon+play+date+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TD5VSEFISYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B3oiH3Kc2ug/s320/brandon+play+date+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493922364259846530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could do it all over again &lt;br /&gt;I would do it, but different&lt;br /&gt;I promise I would have held on longer&lt;br /&gt;not fought with you well over&lt;br /&gt;the stupid things&lt;br /&gt;gave into you and not my fears&lt;br /&gt;trusted the present and ignored the past&lt;br /&gt;now you are so far away&lt;br /&gt;across the  seas, two continents to be exact&lt;br /&gt;and all I can think about is what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;and the thoughts of how nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;to your mind, your style, your spirit and your truth&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone will ever take your place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;we are too different now and so much has happened&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn’t stop me from thinking back&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes wanting to take back&lt;br /&gt;what I did, said or didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;not so much to be with you- but simply&lt;br /&gt;to say I gave you my all&lt;br /&gt;with no regrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6572068989653947469?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6572068989653947469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6572068989653947469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6572068989653947469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-regrets.html' title='no regrets'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TD5VSEFISYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B3oiH3Kc2ug/s72-c/brandon+play+date+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-9118302655234353513</id><published>2010-07-12T01:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:35:45.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You Be Loved? Would be loved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDq0uKo_eGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pHBJy38iAow/s1600/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492901400755009634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDq0uKo_eGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pHBJy38iAow/s200/bob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- My brother *Reggie (I have a real brother but Reggie is who I consider my real brother) is a great guy. He is a great husband and great dad. He has treated me and protected me like a big brother should since I was a freshman in high school. So we are pretty close. Today, he and FOUR other young, black, smart and married men became deacons. I was there for his ordination!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I had a talk with my sissy (Reggie's wife) and she gave me clarity. She is a survivor and she gives me hope. It is not so much what she says, although her words are helpful, it is how she chooses to live her life that makes me see what love looks like. Love for her husband, friends, family and Christ. I like to think God put her in my life so I know how to smile through it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I hate being analyzed and judged, which is what dates are starting to feel like. I guess my issue is this, I think some men do not know that they have some deal breaking issues. Reggie does not do that with Charity. He knows her past, understands her shortcomings but knows how hard she loves him and he knows no one could love him as much nor help him to be a better man like she can. I think relationships would be better if men understood themselves and took time to really know a woman. That leads me to this question: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I looked at you through your eyes, analyzing all of your flaws, as you do mine, would you be loved???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/340590459185890235-9118302655234353513?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/9118302655234353513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-you-be-loved-would-be-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9118302655234353513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9118302655234353513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-you-be-loved-would-be-loved.html' title='Could You Be Loved? Would be loved!'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDq0uKo_eGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pHBJy38iAow/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1006954838887870922</id><published>2010-07-09T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:27:36.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMIA / poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Ge2PwA_5ZWo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ge2PwA_5ZWo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1006954838887870922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/tamia-poetry.html' title='TAMIA / poetry'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2988803571548037378</id><published>2010-07-08T23:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:10:13.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDamWrLp2hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bh5IHZuusuw/s1600/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491759704103836178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDamWrLp2hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bh5IHZuusuw/s200/passion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think long you think wrong&lt;br /&gt;find myself singing the same song&lt;br /&gt;wondering if anyone has listened&lt;br /&gt;no I don't want your time&lt;br /&gt;don't want your heart or mind- I want it all&lt;br /&gt;undivided&lt;br /&gt;hope you aren't undecided&lt;br /&gt;seeing what I see makes me feel secure&lt;br /&gt;knowing I could give you more&lt;br /&gt;now you don't know what to do???????????&lt;br /&gt;well tell me this&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel when we kiss&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel when I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;look in your eyes, and say it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I follow your dreams and believe in things unseen&lt;br /&gt;I know what faith is and step out&lt;br /&gt;so what is this uncertainty all about&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to trust anymore&lt;br /&gt;been hurt from so much before&lt;br /&gt;so if I have ever come off as if I'm closed off..&lt;br /&gt;try harder, relieve me of my guarder&lt;br /&gt;then know that the minute you show&lt;br /&gt;all of what this could be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be&lt;br /&gt;in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2988803571548037378?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2988803571548037378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/undecided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2988803571548037378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2988803571548037378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/undecided.html' title='undecided'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDamWrLp2hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bh5IHZuusuw/s72-c/passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-303222718386990281</id><published>2010-07-08T11:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:41:49.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingredients of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYB-RnogsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cFafmjaiHj0/s1600/long+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491578965018051266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYB-RnogsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cFafmjaiHj0/s200/long+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDX_jhLo5tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5vfbehwJE_c/s1600/long+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must be meekly made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be prepared with LOTS of sun not shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a teaspoon of revolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;add molasses for a sweet solution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tablespoon of vanilla &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a loud mouth to keep it real with ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3/4's cup of intellect and wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well just enough to talk a lot of shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;throw in an eclectic mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sense of humor for all time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toss in a God given purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some strength made for service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;add ability to endure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then sprinkle in a heart that is pure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a side of dreams fantastic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pants that fit a fat ass, elastic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mix it all to an Ivory Coast -Creek beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last but not least&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;add two cups of an Irish jig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now take a swig.....&lt;/em&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/340590459185890235-303222718386990281?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/303222718386990281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/ingredients-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/303222718386990281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/303222718386990281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/ingredients-of-me.html' title='Ingredients of Me'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYB-RnogsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cFafmjaiHj0/s72-c/long+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3346222735662723882</id><published>2010-07-08T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:33:04.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Remember&lt;br /&gt;its good until its bad&lt;br /&gt;its great until its horrible&lt;br /&gt;its on time until its late&lt;br /&gt;its pretty until beauty fades&lt;br /&gt;its love until the newness goes away...&lt;br /&gt;here's to adapting to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3346222735662723882?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3346222735662723882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3346222735662723882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3346222735662723882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7434158396789118608</id><published>2010-07-08T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:28:37.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly, Possibilty</title><content type='html'>It is the possibility of it all&lt;br /&gt;that soon one day you will fall&lt;br /&gt;A possibility that space &amp;amp; time can't define&lt;br /&gt;Something God given &amp;amp; longed for for so long&lt;br /&gt;A possibilty of a connection so strong&lt;br /&gt;The possibilty of two hearts meeting just in time&lt;br /&gt;and possibly those hearts being your's &amp;amp; mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7434158396789118608?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7434158396789118608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly-possibilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7434158396789118608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7434158396789118608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly-possibilty.html' title='Possibly, Possibilty'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3656664990801142279</id><published>2010-07-08T10:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:18:29.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDX5vcctZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dw5WhcOeVyM/s1600/sexy-wine-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491569914133964690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDX5vcctZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dw5WhcOeVyM/s320/sexy-wine-glass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;good better best... thinking of a point of rest&lt;br /&gt;ease from hurt and past suffocating lies&lt;br /&gt;relief from so much that I despise&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is better&lt;br /&gt;good better bad best... might be fine for the rest&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather a sustainable happy&lt;br /&gt;an improving life for me&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is better&lt;br /&gt;good better best...wanting to outlast the rest&lt;br /&gt;great love and laughter to last forever&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to ties unsevered&lt;br /&gt;cheers to hope of something better....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3656664990801142279?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3656664990801142279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3656664990801142279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3656664990801142279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/07/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDX5vcctZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dw5WhcOeVyM/s72-c/sexy-wine-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2738346232273670075</id><published>2010-06-06T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:51:06.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie The Butterfly Effect again and thought -- why am I drawn to this story? I looked up the theory of the Butterfly Effect and had quite the ah-ha moment. The Butterfly Effect, as it relates to human behavior, is simply the idea that small occurrences in one's life can render the most powerful changes. I think I have spent a lot of my life asking myself "what if&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SfYxdAg0w5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/BiOZccbRPV4/s1600-h/butterfly+effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", which is normal for children (survivors if you will) of abuse. The question gets replayed over and over again. &lt;em&gt;What if it hadn't happened to me, would I be "normal"?&lt;/em&gt; I still do not know the answer to that question nor do I know &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYvNSHS_6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/d6lj3qaLuBo/s1600/butterfly+effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491628700872146850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYvNSHS_6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/d6lj3qaLuBo/s200/butterfly+effect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what 'normal' really is, but I am assuming it ain't me :) I hope not!!! Well, until I can get my own words together to express my thoughts here is what wiki says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although a butterfly flapping its wings has remained constant in the expression of this concept, the location of the butterfly, the consequences, and the location of the consequences have varied widely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The phrase refers to the idea that a butterfly's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; wings might create tiny changes in the atmosphere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; that may ultimately alter the path of a tornado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; or delay, accelerate or even prevent the occurrence of a tornado in a certain location. The flapping wing represents a small change in the initial condition of the system, which causes a chain of events leading to large-scale alterations of events. Had the butterfly not flapped its wings, the trajectory of the system might have been vastly different. While the butterfly does not cause the tornado, the flap of its wings is an essential part of the initial conditions resulting in a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter four of F. Scott Fitzgerald's story "Winter Dreams" contains the following sentence:&lt;br /&gt;"The house was sturdy to accentuate Judy's slightness - as if to show what a breeze could be generated by a butterfly's wing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2738346232273670075?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2738346232273670075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2738346232273670075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2738346232273670075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly-effect.html' title='Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TDYvNSHS_6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/d6lj3qaLuBo/s72-c/butterfly+effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8948100182382605084</id><published>2010-06-06T12:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:21:33.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'mmmm I WANT THAT OLD THING BACK' ...holla at'em Jay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhCa4DBRxI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8kmBp-rbzE/s1600-h/billy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267032793698879250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhCa4DBRxI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8kmBp-rbzE/s320/billy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't say I am enjoying the present&lt;br /&gt;Missing what was so much like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's sunrise was a brighter bright&lt;br /&gt;Last night's moon was a more luminous white&lt;br /&gt;The birds' melodies at noon&lt;br /&gt;seemed to sing a flower to bloom&lt;br /&gt;The horizon came with the beautiful colors of love&lt;br /&gt;Every constellation shown bright from the night above&lt;br /&gt;But this day isn't the same&lt;br /&gt;Because every moment of joy - to this point- has been taken away&lt;br /&gt;It isn't because I changed as I have remained the same&lt;br /&gt;Today is dim &amp;amp; it is without that 'it' -that I can't forget &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;-because of the love you lack&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left thinking, saying, singing 'I WANT THAT OLD&lt;/span&gt; THING BACK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8948100182382605084?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8948100182382605084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmm-i-want-that-old-thing-back-holla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8948100182382605084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8948100182382605084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmm-i-want-that-old-thing-back-holla.html' title='&apos;mmmm I WANT THAT OLD THING BACK&apos; ...holla at&apos;em Jay!!!'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhCa4DBRxI/AAAAAAAAADI/m8kmBp-rbzE/s72-c/billy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-9095823904377373879</id><published>2010-06-06T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:32:49.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the wings of a.... dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR5zzlkJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EAV5Lt1lOPk/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283982193740490226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR5zzlkJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EAV5Lt1lOPk/s200/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep making me forget about the hardships of my day&lt;br /&gt;by simply stopping by just to say hey&lt;br /&gt;say one more beguiling syllable&lt;br /&gt;or express an idea, unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;write another word that shows me your heart&lt;br /&gt;tell me again you are determined to finish what you start&lt;br /&gt;and when you're here or when I'm near&lt;br /&gt;keep being so fresh &amp;amp; yet pristine&lt;br /&gt;with the same looks that made Mahogany love Billy Dee&lt;br /&gt;keep giving me those hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;keep touching my wanting thighs&lt;br /&gt;let no moment pass without smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;make me stay with a touch &amp;amp; with a nibble on my neck never let me leave&lt;br /&gt;and if I get another sweet supple kiss&lt;br /&gt;promise to not hold me liable for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to&lt;br /&gt;then be prepared for what I will do&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise to play it safe again&lt;br /&gt;undeniably batteling with the danger of sin&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I want to let it win&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to&lt;br /&gt;leave me no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to let the tips of my fingers caress you &amp;amp; become my silent voice&lt;br /&gt;shouting- saying that I can't say no&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready on the word go&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to keep me like no other before&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastic about me &amp;amp; wanting much more&lt;br /&gt;keep me mesmerized with you&lt;br /&gt;all the while confident &amp;amp; excited about what your love will do&lt;br /&gt;I dare you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-9095823904377373879?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/9095823904377373879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-making-me-forget-about-my-day-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9095823904377373879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/9095823904377373879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-making-me-forget-about-my-day-by.html' title='on the wings of a.... dare'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR5zzlkJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EAV5Lt1lOPk/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3206753427696369176</id><published>2010-04-07T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:58:17.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evangeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/S704IcArQTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZknQ-0dOcE/s1600/gma+papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457580041052045618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/S704IcArQTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZknQ-0dOcE/s320/gma+papa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;When God calls her home?&lt;br /&gt;The woman that made you as good as you are, goes on…&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;When her work on earth is all said and done?&lt;br /&gt;And she no longer gives those sweet words of wisdom . . .&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;When she has faithfully said her last prayer for you?&lt;br /&gt;When you've been blessed to have someone speaking and praying to&lt;br /&gt;Him on your behalf for you&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;When the memory of her smile fades?&lt;br /&gt;When you must keep a picture of her entrapped by a frame…&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when she goes home?&lt;br /&gt;The one that, surely, unconditionally, certainly and definitely&lt;br /&gt;loved you for so long goes on…&lt;br /&gt;A friend indeed to some, an aunt to others and&lt;br /&gt;a mother to All!&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do when she answers the Almighty's Call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thank God for every second, minute, and hour&lt;br /&gt;that He blessed us all…&lt;br /&gt;with a piece of heaven on Earth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3206753427696369176?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3206753427696369176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/04/evangeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3206753427696369176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3206753427696369176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/04/evangeline.html' title='Evangeline'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/S704IcArQTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SZknQ-0dOcE/s72-c/gma+papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6883284719748815550</id><published>2010-04-07T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:49:23.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at this moment</title><content type='html'>In this moment I love you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment everything in me says its ok now&lt;br /&gt;In this moment the truth is clear&lt;br /&gt;And in this moment all of me is for you&lt;br /&gt;It is in this moment that I am aware&lt;br /&gt;Everything up until this moment was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Every tear cried and pain felt and every smile smiled&lt;br /&gt;Was preparation for&lt;br /&gt;This moment.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6883284719748815550?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6883284719748815550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6883284719748815550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6883284719748815550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-this-moment.html' title='at this moment'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-5476353846670180547</id><published>2009-12-22T08:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:59:42.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDYeEJwz5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/q59dAot7C_k/s1600-h/berlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418068362749071250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDYeEJwz5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/q59dAot7C_k/s320/berlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;with every breath you breath you take me in; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you take me and you release me just as soon as you can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving me just as empty as when I began &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;its no wonder that with every release &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a brick is placed to form a wall of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sure those moments when i see you really see u are precious no doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its your wall that keeps me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-5476353846670180547?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/5476353846670180547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/12/berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/5476353846670180547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/5476353846670180547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/12/berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDYeEJwz5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/q59dAot7C_k/s72-c/berlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-43145686352800641</id><published>2009-12-22T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:19:41.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDVP99ap_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CKfMLQXY_rg/s1600-h/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418064822033623026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDVP99ap_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CKfMLQXY_rg/s400/stop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in me says go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is scared to face the hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sure to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/340590459185890235-43145686352800641?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/43145686352800641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/12/go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/43145686352800641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/43145686352800641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/12/go.html' title='Go'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SzDVP99ap_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CKfMLQXY_rg/s72-c/stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2276914669197430382</id><published>2009-09-17T08:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:20:51.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and Love R.I.P. Big Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; is raining outside&lt;br /&gt;Because there isn't one eye dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SrI1UxfCtEI/AAAAAAAAANo/u-CPa-mYrjM/s1600-h/armelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423135658357826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SrI1UxfCtEI/AAAAAAAAANo/u-CPa-mYrjM/s400/armelia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still know&lt;br /&gt;There is no light brighter&lt;br /&gt;No love stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than yours&lt;br /&gt;Open for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;And it is true&lt;br /&gt;That this light and love are of you&lt;br /&gt;And despite the call home&lt;br /&gt;We are not alone&lt;br /&gt;Because inch by inch&lt;br /&gt;Stitch by stitch&lt;br /&gt;You sowed a piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Into to our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2276914669197430382?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2276914669197430382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/09/light-and-love-rip-big-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2276914669197430382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2276914669197430382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/09/light-and-love-rip-big-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SrI1UxfCtEI/AAAAAAAAANo/u-CPa-mYrjM/s72-c/armelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6764379818076941621</id><published>2009-08-23T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:23:11.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lessons that Life Teaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;1. You did not make me so you cannot break me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;2. Your stripes and spots don't fit me... I prefer being a hippo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;3. Once a man and twice a child...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;4. My spaceship don't come equipped with rear view mirrors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;5. You don't have to like it.... But I LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;6. Just like lies, the truth has consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;7. You can't do things in life expecting a reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;8. We all go through low rough patches, just some more than others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;9. The ability to learn from your mistake is God's grace at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;10. Intuition is life's cliff notes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6764379818076941621?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6764379818076941621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-that-life-teaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6764379818076941621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6764379818076941621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-that-life-teaches.html' title='The Lessons that Life Teaches'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7170413426889111870</id><published>2009-07-07T22:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:15:21.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G.O.O.D.B.Y.E. and God Bless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SlQbzuxFIqI/AAAAAAAAANg/do7YDzE57cg/s1600-h/erika+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355936432391529122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SlQbzuxFIqI/AAAAAAAAANg/do7YDzE57cg/s400/erika+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My cousin Erika Angel will be gone for at minimum a year on her most difficult and longest mission. I hate saying goodbye. She is my spiritual rock pushing me to become closer to Him and supporting my love for Christ when it seemed no one cared to and I miss her already so much..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G.O.O.D.B.Y.E.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God only grants us a moment in time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only we are given a special gift made just for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One or many may not understand His plan for you but in the end it is for you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done with the days of trying to explain why you are going to follow Him without apprehension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you haven't the time to be concerned with the world instead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You delight in saying "Yes Lord Yes to Your Will and To Your Way"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday I will know that my letting you go is best....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/340590459185890235-7170413426889111870?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7170413426889111870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-and-god-bless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7170413426889111870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7170413426889111870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-and-god-bless.html' title='G.O.O.D.B.Y.E. and God Bless'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SlQbzuxFIqI/AAAAAAAAANg/do7YDzE57cg/s72-c/erika+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7944029989054416143</id><published>2009-05-29T19:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:16:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gemini In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SiCIMlsru9I/AAAAAAAAANY/E96nHn7tx5U/s1600-h/looking+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341418907920743378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SiCIMlsru9I/AAAAAAAAANY/E96nHn7tx5U/s320/looking+glass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gemini in me is constantly fighting a battle between forgiveness and giving you the middle finger. Too often I find myself second guessing my better half, when it knows best. It has seen the kinder, sweeter and forgivably forgettable part of me let so much go and now it is growing a mind of its own. So no longer will I take kind to your dismissive, selfish and careless ways. No longer are the days in which I say it is ok. Because it is not. The Gemini in me will forever be understanding but you should understand this, that other side no longer gives a fuck about your mere existence. It lingers and waits for the opportunity to tell you exactly what you should do, where you can go to do it and just how many seconds you have to act accordingly before it turns green and becomes that bitch with whom you can't match fists or wits. The Gemini in me is a built in alarm system that has been Divinely appointed to me so that in times of hurt and dejection I can protect whatever is left. It takes pride in being stealth like yet reserving the right to be seen and heard when someone forgets or simply doesn't know that there is a ready beast within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7944029989054416143?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7944029989054416143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/05/gemini-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7944029989054416143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7944029989054416143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/05/gemini-in-me.html' title='The Gemini In Me'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SiCIMlsru9I/AAAAAAAAANY/E96nHn7tx5U/s72-c/looking+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-564422694976267478</id><published>2009-04-27T14:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:40:38.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/Sfcjc17K6FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1tTfTj3Fw6M/s1600-h/jodywatley4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/Sfcjc17K6FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1tTfTj3Fw6M/s320/jodywatley4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329767662434838610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I did not care, but I have thought twice&lt;br /&gt;And a few months before… a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;All of this, between you and me, would have been nice&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what else to do...&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;but despite every attempt -- I still want you&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite sure how I got myself into this place&lt;br /&gt;Our chemistry is explosive, but in the worst way&lt;br /&gt;It is beginning to be like clock work&lt;br /&gt;You call a little after 5 &lt;br /&gt;and soon, I am holding on to your every word&lt;br /&gt;Hell I even enjoy the silent moments ....&lt;br /&gt;It is true, you are a mix between&lt;br /&gt;sweet and sour- just like I like it&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, it becomes harder to play it cool...&lt;br /&gt;nonchalant and what not&lt;br /&gt;to act as if I do not want what you've got&lt;br /&gt;No matter what angle I look at it, my feelings do not change &lt;br /&gt;and thus, my confusion stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I should go or give in and come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am just caught up in the matrix or could you be the one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... We are not good for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I fear to find out, one way or another&lt;br /&gt;Because I would hate to play the role, again, of love's fool &lt;br /&gt;I suppose the best thing- is to just play it cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-564422694976267478?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/564422694976267478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/564422694976267478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/564422694976267478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/Sfcjc17K6FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1tTfTj3Fw6M/s72-c/jodywatley4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1204870135836326947</id><published>2009-04-17T12:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:32:05.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of a nursery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SejCEYaFTRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/chPqt5yGsZg/s1600-h/kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325719939892727058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SejCEYaFTRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/chPqt5yGsZg/s320/kai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday my latest addition of a nephew was brought into the world. Kai Street. Among the many emotions, I felt like I want a baby!!! I have not had a yearning for a child like this ever. My hope is that this does not grow and manifest itself in a negative way. I also was a bit ‘green’. Too often I see people like my brother or my students and sometimes my friends that are blessed with a child, yet they are not the most deserving of such a precious gift. I know that sounds presumptuous and what not but that is how I feel. Some people REALLY SHOULD NOT HAVE KIDS. Conversely, I wish certain people would procreate a hell of a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the most prevalent emotion I felt was a sense of humanity throughout the nursery! Their were five families looking into te nursery and trying to figure out which was their baby!!! There was an Eastern European (I say that because of the language they spoke), a white family (I say that because they spoke American lol), Asian family and us (my nephew’s mother is Greek)… No one could tell the babies apart. It was amazing to see that at least for the first few days on Earth, God has granted babies immunity from being defined by their race. Skin color, hair texture and all other physical traits that society uses to figure out what you are before figuring out who you are, don’t exist in the nursery!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1204870135836326947?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1204870135836326947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-of-nursery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1204870135836326947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1204870135836326947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-of-nursery.html' title='The world of a nursery...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SejCEYaFTRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/chPqt5yGsZg/s72-c/kai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7762463599394404373</id><published>2009-03-09T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:57:26.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a moment to just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without all of the thoughts that make moves in my head...&lt;br /&gt;Some time to not think about the next moment, hour or day..&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much time to pray for, so I ask for enough..&lt;br /&gt;Enough time to focus, regroup and do this sh*t all over again..&lt;br /&gt;I hope for just a few moments away from my needy family or friends calling to vent or to bring me into the drama that exist -but really wouldn't if they would just breathe-sit back and not do a d*mn thing about what we all inevitably do not control&lt;br /&gt;I wish for long spans of time that will reverse all of the anxiety I feel when my alarm goes off at 5:30am, then again at 5:45am and eventually I am up at 6am.... heading to work …..Where everyday I look in the halls of my school and see-- students rushing, buzzing and moving to get to the same spot where they meet their next friend or boyfriend, and eventually they will get their next text, or next make out session in the corner of the next hall they enter.. then the warning bell will sound and it is off to their next class, next grade, next school and I cannot help but to hope that one day they will slow down to grasp and hold onto more than the subjects that we taught them, but more so the life lessons we gave them&lt;br /&gt;I beg God to give me a day in which everything is done in slow motion, but all the while I would be moving in real time- HA!!- that way everyone else is late and I would finally be on time..&lt;br /&gt;And since I am asking for some impossible sh*t, I am going to put in a special request for Him to slow down the natural maturation of my nephews because as seconds go by, minutes soon multiply and now I am looking at 4 boys who are soon to be men and I am not sure if time or their shiftless parents have gifted them wisdom to do so..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know its too late and maybe a waste of- ironically- time to consider, but if perhaps God would grant my best friend some time to have matured before having my god daughter that would be great.. I am not asking to go into some kind of time portal in which time would be reversed but I am just saying- she wasn’t ready for Kenadi and neither was her body and now I am here asking for some very selfish moments with my best friend that doesn’t require me visiting her in a cold hospital looking into her empty eyes while she is bearing pain ten times worse than child birth, all the while I have this fake smile on my face for what seems to be an eternity, because no one in her condition wants to see you break down even though your hurt breaks every time you see her…&lt;br /&gt;I wish something would finally just f*cking give!! I am not sure how long my parents will last if every minute is filled with caring for any and everybody but themselves.. I look at them and see how complicated life can get and how unforgiving, relentless and painful time can be when you cannot slow down&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a moment to just breathe, Without all of the thoughts that make moves in my head... Some time to not think about the next moment, hour or day..&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much time to pray for so I ask for enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7762463599394404373?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7762463599394404373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7762463599394404373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7762463599394404373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8118596502773522244</id><published>2009-03-09T12:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:56:03.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys I do Adore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SbVS90Q6oYI/AAAAAAAAALw/2RUpylcdC5w/s1600-h/rat+pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242557508460930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SbVS90Q6oYI/AAAAAAAAALw/2RUpylcdC5w/s320/rat+pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been working on this one for a minute. I find it comical and I suppose it is sort of an homage to Jay Z's song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this southern pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;He's smart and gotta lotta charm&lt;br /&gt;He is just too much like me&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, keeps a few on his arm&lt;br /&gt;Though things will never be nor workout&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend forever and thats no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this bad Asian dude - could get real rude&lt;br /&gt;loves me, can ball and hoop&lt;br /&gt;but he isn't too smart ????&lt;br /&gt;So I guess he breaks all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Like the rest he is a little too young&lt;br /&gt;So its never nothing serious just good fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I still love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had this nerdy little dude&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was just games with his stick&lt;br /&gt;But I was ever so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he turned out to be an internet pimp&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings no -none- indeed&lt;br /&gt;Learned the hard way to slow down my speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but I still love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my geneous physics geek&lt;br /&gt;Cute white boy that loves to teach&lt;br /&gt;Acted like a virgin but got loose like a freak&lt;br /&gt;now- no -I didn't give it up or give in&lt;br /&gt;So he had to leave -of course- in the end&lt;br /&gt;It was great while it lasted, had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;even though I knew he would never be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an engineering Alpha male- guess he is like the rest&lt;br /&gt;except he is the one I have cared for best&lt;br /&gt;father of what wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, smart, and my personal Suge Avery&lt;br /&gt;he is a sleepy little thing&lt;br /&gt;with designing dreams&lt;br /&gt;but I still love him and his crazy ways&lt;br /&gt;hate to admit it but I do miss him some days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that's why I love boys, boys, boys boys- boys I do adore..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all but now, I really want more......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8118596502773522244?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8118596502773522244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-boys-boys-boys-i-do-adore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8118596502773522244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8118596502773522244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-boys-boys-boys-i-do-adore.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys, Boys I do Adore!!'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SbVS90Q6oYI/AAAAAAAAALw/2RUpylcdC5w/s72-c/rat+pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7366238851643231669</id><published>2009-02-19T12:08:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:33:05.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tick...tock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SZ2kmcWVclI/AAAAAAAAALY/bn24dL4P3kQ/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576916464169554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SZ2kmcWVclI/AAAAAAAAALY/bn24dL4P3kQ/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am looking for something that can keep me from wondering&lt;br /&gt;Something that sustains the eager part of me&lt;br /&gt;So that I might sit still awhile&lt;br /&gt;Long enough&lt;br /&gt;To stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;I am wanting that special something that yearns for my attention&lt;br /&gt;That one thing that doesn't need reinvention&lt;br /&gt;Special enough to sit still awhile&lt;br /&gt;Long enough&lt;br /&gt;To stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;I pray, that one day -in it- I will find a peace so immeasurable&lt;br /&gt;That seems nearly unattainable, perhaps even insurmountable&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in its rareness, it will be palpable&lt;br /&gt;And for all to see&lt;br /&gt;That finally, something that caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;Kept me....&lt;br /&gt;Just long enough, to stay awhile…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/340590459185890235-7366238851643231669?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7366238851643231669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/02/ticktock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7366238851643231669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7366238851643231669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/02/ticktock.html' title='tick...tock...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SZ2kmcWVclI/AAAAAAAAALY/bn24dL4P3kQ/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7451119619401703506</id><published>2009-02-01T10:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:54:53.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when morning comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a slight cool is in the air while the moon finishes its last act&lt;br /&gt;the light of day plays center stage&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes the world go round...but this light&lt;br /&gt;you can't ignore it once the show starts and all actors are on stage but even the best cannot outshine this luminous star&lt;br /&gt;it creases the sky grabbing the attention of its subjects&lt;br /&gt;no one can deny how it changes the mood from dark to light&lt;br /&gt;no matter what .. without words it makes what's wrong right&lt;br /&gt;enlightening sun-in spreads and its beauty, seen only when &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYdBT_iHo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RFFdCTMHVY0/s1600-h/eyeofragold.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298275298352538530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYdBT_iHo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RFFdCTMHVY0/s320/eyeofragold.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7451119619401703506?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7451119619401703506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-morning-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7451119619401703506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7451119619401703506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-morning-comes.html' title='when morning comes...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYdBT_iHo6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RFFdCTMHVY0/s72-c/eyeofragold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8318822636911405057</id><published>2009-01-28T02:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:38:29.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>balance pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYIpa7DXzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NE9_rn3Yi5s/s1600-h/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841654246296674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYIpa7DXzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NE9_rn3Yi5s/s320/balance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;stop telling me what you want when you haven't shown that you can give&lt;br /&gt;for me, it is simple, not complicated and how I live&lt;br /&gt;I will do for y&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYHpO-W9MTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/G1Ukz5U6ObI/s1600-h/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou.... if you do for me&lt;br /&gt;its not physics, or some convoluted theory&lt;br /&gt;you feel entitled to so much of me and call me what you want, I am simply returning the favor......&lt;br /&gt;when I fill your head with empty words&lt;br /&gt;its because you come with a hand out, and unconcerned...&lt;br /&gt;but it is just as empty as anything I've heard&lt;br /&gt;leaving me to believe your heart is empty too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8318822636911405057?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8318822636911405057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/balance-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8318822636911405057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8318822636911405057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/balance-pt1.html' title='balance pt1'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SYIpa7DXzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NE9_rn3Yi5s/s72-c/balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1518695613881125508</id><published>2009-01-13T15:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:25:26.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want That Old Thing Back.. revisited</title><content type='html'>Came across a few of your words from the past &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SW0IcZsaZtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TIqIQszhAjY/s1600-h/martin+and+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290894421256726226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SW0IcZsaZtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TIqIQszhAjY/s320/martin+and+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that didn’t last&lt;br /&gt;And oh I wish they did&lt;br /&gt;Because now without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I want that old thing back again&lt;br /&gt;My feelings on the other hand still stand&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a heart broken&lt;br /&gt;And oh how I wish they didn’t&lt;br /&gt;Because there is nothing you can do to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Content and complacent with how things are&lt;br /&gt;You can- but I won’t be&lt;br /&gt;Because for me there is nothing better than we&lt;br /&gt;And the you in us wasn’t happy enough&lt;br /&gt;I get it---and that’s fair&lt;br /&gt;But what about my feelings that remain here?&lt;br /&gt;What about my feelings that didn’t go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell if all of this is just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;For now&lt;br /&gt;Or if somehow this is real&lt;br /&gt;Until time releases me ---or you come back&lt;br /&gt;I will be counting the seconds until I get filled with the thing I lack&lt;br /&gt;Whether its you filling that space and gap&lt;br /&gt;If not I hope, time will heal the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;Because right now you are gone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1518695613881125508?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1518695613881125508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-that-old-thing-back-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1518695613881125508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1518695613881125508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-that-old-thing-back-revisited.html' title='I Want That Old Thing Back.. revisited'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SW0IcZsaZtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TIqIQszhAjY/s72-c/martin+and+wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6984219625991938604</id><published>2009-01-09T09:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:12:24.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B.R.A.N.D.O.N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWd0lwAgZZI/AAAAAAAAAII/V9t00J6BX08/s1600-h/brandon+sewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289324479260943762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWd0lwAgZZI/AAAAAAAAAII/V9t00J6BX08/s320/brandon+sewing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And forget me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does me no good, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On days like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now hurts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6984219625991938604?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6984219625991938604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/brandon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6984219625991938604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6984219625991938604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/brandon.html' title='B.R.A.N.D.O.N.'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWd0lwAgZZI/AAAAAAAAAII/V9t00J6BX08/s72-c/brandon+sewing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2967980688316897250</id><published>2009-01-02T01:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:22:25.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2..........1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWAPCFZ9DII/AAAAAAAAAH4/lHu4IU0XrQc/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWAPCFZ9DII/AAAAAAAAAH4/lHu4IU0XrQc/s200/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287242491018153090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a second thought a reconsideration. &lt;br /&gt;that mmmm.....after some reflection &lt;br /&gt;an after the first selection&lt;br /&gt;conceived of too late for the occasion&lt;br /&gt;thought of at the last second&lt;br /&gt;something added&lt;br /&gt;that was not originally wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aforethought &amp; thought of beforehand&lt;br /&gt;premeditated given the first chance&lt;br /&gt;predictive, predestined&lt;br /&gt;a pre fix to begin&lt;br /&gt;first choice no chance for again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2967980688316897250?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2967980688316897250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-4-3-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2967980688316897250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2967980688316897250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-4-3-21.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2..........1'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SWAPCFZ9DII/AAAAAAAAAH4/lHu4IU0XrQc/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4239189587715860009</id><published>2008-12-22T21:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:47:43.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JORDAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR288NMKlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HVuijKvFuGo/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283979052138113618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR288NMKlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HVuijKvFuGo/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J ust the decision to keep you seemed hard&lt;br /&gt;O nly yet you would have been received with loving arms&lt;br /&gt;R ight now you could fill such a hallow empty space&lt;br /&gt;D on't think time will fill it, as I still crave the sight of your face&lt;br /&gt;A n apparition that left me wondering who you would be&lt;br /&gt;N ow &amp;amp; forever wondering how your life -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lived- could have changed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-4239189587715860009?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4239189587715860009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/jordan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4239189587715860009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4239189587715860009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/jordan.html' title='JORDAN'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SVR288NMKlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HVuijKvFuGo/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-7438164380451682035</id><published>2008-12-16T09:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:47:57.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Eric....</title><content type='html'>one kiss says so much&lt;br /&gt;it can determine a word, sentence or sermon about one's love&lt;br /&gt;If I could bottle up whatever it is your lips possess I would&lt;br /&gt;and to taste them again I'd do all I could&lt;br /&gt;You and I have a chemistry that Romeo and Juliet would envy&lt;br /&gt;and now I am looking forward to every kiss.. you give me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-7438164380451682035?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/7438164380451682035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmmuah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7438164380451682035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/7438164380451682035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmmuah.html' title='To Eric....'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1921267567498094252</id><published>2008-12-05T12:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:39:10.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few words</title><content type='html'>I feel like Tupac when he said 'this is the realest ish I ever wrote'. I think it has taken a while for me to say I am ok in spite of. This poem is a testament to how good God is &amp;amp; how you are not what happens to you. Enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many words have to be spoken to make what is known a reality&lt;br /&gt;just as the wind blows and a seedling grows this is what is and will be&lt;br /&gt;it is deservant of your empathy as it is the cause of what is the worst in me&lt;br /&gt;and yet it built a strength that cannot be broken and a fire that is seen&lt;br /&gt;wishing for it to go away, be cleansed away or disappear only intensifies it&lt;br /&gt;avoiding it and ignoring it makes it haunt my thoughts, it is quite desperate&lt;br /&gt;desperate for the feeling of something that BREAKS most &lt;div&gt;because early it learned a touch felt so good&lt;br /&gt;it kept me from using my words for fear of being misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;it used to turn me red &amp;amp; green when surrounded by those with no clue&lt;br /&gt;of how evil can steal EVERYTHING from you&lt;br /&gt;it buried everything that was free in me&lt;br /&gt;somehow, I suppose God's grace kept it from killing me&lt;br /&gt;so when you see me dance, laugh loud &amp;amp; smile&lt;br /&gt;its really just that little girl finally happy to run wild&lt;br /&gt;not tied to any lies, not bound by never understanding why&lt;br /&gt;there is a light that is special in me &amp;amp; gives sight to most &amp;amp; blinds those who don't get me&lt;br /&gt;and now it is still here but has no power or control&lt;br /&gt;instead I decide to love the unlovable, forgive the unforgivable until it tickles my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TWIf3HFl0f/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TWIf3HFl0f/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=TWIf3HFl0f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=TWIf3HFl0f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=TWIf3HFl0f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ooodrea/music/VNwZ1QR2/bobby_caldwell_open_your_eyes/"&gt;Open Your Eyes - Bobby Caldwell&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/340590459185890235-1921267567498094252?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1921267567498094252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1921267567498094252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1921267567498094252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-words.html' title='a few words'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-805485991461263134</id><published>2008-11-27T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:23:33.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT YOU</title><content type='html'>can you run with an ever changing wind&lt;br /&gt;can you forgive, let go and love again&lt;br /&gt;would you roll over and smile simply because my sweet scent is still there&lt;br /&gt;would you be willing to give all you have because its in your nature to share&lt;br /&gt;could you live with the storm that comes around&lt;br /&gt;and be patient enough to calm this hurricane down&lt;br /&gt;if I should ever look you in the eye for reassurance and love&lt;br /&gt;would you return with something a little like heaven above&lt;br /&gt;will you love hard and hold on stronger&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tell me I am worth you holding on longer&lt;br /&gt;could I tell you every hurt that has left so many scars&lt;br /&gt;could I openly, candidly give you all that's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;would my mind intrigue you to constant awwwww&lt;br /&gt;would you never think of a last straw&lt;br /&gt;should we be faced with distance in between&lt;br /&gt;and not hearing my voice say 'love you' make you scream&lt;br /&gt;should I be the girl of your dreams well then love no one until I am with you will do...&lt;br /&gt;because until that moment&lt;br /&gt;I will want you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-805485991461263134?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/805485991461263134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/805485991461263134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/805485991461263134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-you.html' title='I WANT YOU'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2639575572597439780</id><published>2008-11-24T06:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:26:04.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>memories of mmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SSrcMEwGLUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vSfOp9Qssjw/s1600-h/simple+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272268413782601026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SSrcMEwGLUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vSfOp9Qssjw/s320/simple+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault I'm in this space&lt;br /&gt;Radically wanting to touch your eyes, lips &amp;amp; face&lt;br /&gt;The way you move walk &amp;amp; your caress&lt;br /&gt;Sexy on all accounts ..with a smile that outshines the rest&lt;br /&gt;You draw me in with a simple glance&lt;br /&gt;I love to take you in every time I get a chance&lt;br /&gt;Call it infatuation with the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;but its really just the innate desires of my flesh&lt;br /&gt;That wants your passion to consume all of me&lt;br /&gt;With each pulsating bang I am set free&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying your grip &amp;amp; hold as it guides my body tight&lt;br /&gt;Keeping everything from swaying left to right&lt;br /&gt;Each moment leading up to the wonderful explosions &amp;amp; all&lt;br /&gt;In the end it is your name I call&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see I love us holding we simply waiting....&lt;br /&gt;Patiently for strength regained&lt;br /&gt;to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/8pCvGDkWyn/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/8pCvGDkWyn/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="343" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/oEf2fQ/video/0-Ld-lMp/vanity_6_nasty_girl_music_video/"&gt;Nasty Girl - Vanity 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2639575572597439780?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2639575572597439780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-of-mmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2639575572597439780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2639575572597439780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-of-mmmmm.html' title='memories of mmmmm...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SSrcMEwGLUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vSfOp9Qssjw/s72-c/simple+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-2404641132670855998</id><published>2008-11-21T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:52:23.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS IN A NAME</title><content type='html'>pen in hand still can't figure out what to write&lt;br /&gt;all the while knowing even if its wrong it will be right&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are from the deepest part&lt;br /&gt;so there's nothing wrong with expressing my heart&lt;br /&gt;so i'll tell you how I feel hoping you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;and for these emotions - I have not a name&lt;br /&gt;but for now - if its alright with you- i'll just call it love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-2404641132670855998?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/2404641132670855998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2404641132670855998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/2404641132670855998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-in-name.html' title='WHATS IN A NAME'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1927656588275687976</id><published>2008-11-13T08:41:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:23:27.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling I .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRxGYUu7oDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ELVJGmtLCwI/s1600-h/barack+and+michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163047812997170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRxGYUu7oDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ELVJGmtLCwI/s400/barack+and+michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You were tied and you wanted to be free&lt;br /&gt;but my darling love I hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;You felt like what you desired wasn't bad&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't come back oh love how sad&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you strong, yet not for long&lt;br /&gt;but long enough to put this pain to song&lt;br /&gt;I hope what I have said hasn't fallen on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you going will bring you back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were tied and now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;but darling love you have become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;What you want from this is happiness&lt;br /&gt;There will be days of it- but not bliss&lt;br /&gt;You will learn that what is right and here ..is for you&lt;br /&gt;and that what I deserved was the unabridged truth&lt;br /&gt;I hope what I have said doesn't fall on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;I will be here darling even if it takes years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were tied and tried to get free&lt;br /&gt;With every other thought my love - you broke me&lt;br /&gt;So, while you are away I will heal&lt;br /&gt;and if I should cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to not forget the good times&lt;br /&gt;Remember how good it felt to talk, touch and hold&lt;br /&gt;and how my love for you was candid and bold&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my words love, did not fall on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;and you realize that your love is right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were tied and now you are free&lt;br /&gt;and darling my love I hope this time away....&lt;br /&gt;will bring you back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of Barack and Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1927656588275687976?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1927656588275687976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/darling-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1927656588275687976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1927656588275687976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/darling-i.html' title='Darling I .......'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRxGYUu7oDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ELVJGmtLCwI/s72-c/barack+and+michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6154133915054350682</id><published>2008-11-12T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:14:44.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>...right now is not a good time&lt;br /&gt;there is just too much going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;dinner &amp; dancing &lt;br /&gt;a few laughs with a touch of romancing &lt;br /&gt;it is all I have to give ...for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6154133915054350682?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6154133915054350682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6154133915054350682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6154133915054350682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-3648211938168587835</id><published>2008-11-10T10:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:53:47.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry--- or maybe not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night or rather this week has been a true test of how forgiveness can go a long way. It can help to: heal a broken heart, mend a friendship, bond a family and maybe just help you keep your sanity. It has taken me years to get to this point. Ironically, most people would describe me as being a forgiving person. I would agree because I have been. However, when faced with a person that has not asked for forgiveness, I often cut them out of my life and hold a grudge. Not this time- it doesn't feel good. You cannot grow in that space. So instead, I have decided to act in love, to speak in love and to show love to these people anyway; and do what I would normally do. I hope this same attitude has been and will be extended unto me when I have knowingly or unknowingly caused hurt. I suppose this is my way of continuing this cycle of universal reciprocity.&lt;br /&gt;Be easy and Keep it even!!!&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness: to cease to feel resentment against&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-3648211938168587835?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/3648211938168587835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-or-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3648211938168587835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/3648211938168587835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-or-maybe-not.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry--- or maybe not..'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4763624629795948108</id><published>2008-11-08T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:53:00.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Papi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div superadblocker_div_elements="40" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRYJ4K7XtkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MZqkoR9-Fu8/s1600-h/ME.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266407674867070530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRYJ4K7XtkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MZqkoR9-Fu8/s400/ME.png" border="0" superadblocker_image="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Have you ever known a man that put the world on his back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;To make sure there was nothing you lacked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;And even though life indeed was not easy for him - look at him now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Pushing through it all- most would not begin to know how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Have you ever met a man that could make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;And when the mood was low – made you laugh a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;A protector and provider to say the least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Knowing all of your faults and still loves you - unconditionally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Have you ever met an honest man with sensible ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;That says what he means and expects you to mean what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Holding you to a standard that you think is unattainable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;But you learned and realized it helped you to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Better yet-- have you ever met-- a man that sticks it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Because he knows what family and real love is about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Enduring the ups and downs to insure the happiness of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;And has no problem answering to the Higher call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;And now I can appreciate you more and more as the years go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Enjoying every moment I can hug you and look you in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;Simply to say—I LOVE YOU PAPI!!&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/340590459185890235-4763624629795948108?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4763624629795948108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/papi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4763624629795948108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4763624629795948108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/papi.html' title='Papi'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRYJ4K7XtkI/AAAAAAAAACo/MZqkoR9-Fu8/s72-c/ME.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-4901904690625962490</id><published>2008-11-07T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:55:35.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Night Falls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRS1rGWVR-I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZkI2AZ-hY8/s1600-h/neruda3.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266033616346236898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRS1rGWVR-I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZkI2AZ-hY8/s320/neruda3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nights are getting harder&lt;br /&gt;No rest&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of what could have been&lt;br /&gt;They keep me up&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering&lt;br /&gt;Why???? I suppose time will lend itself&lt;br /&gt;And the heart will heal itself&lt;br /&gt;And eventually&lt;br /&gt;These moments of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Will end&lt;br /&gt;And I will sleep again....&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/340590459185890235-4901904690625962490?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/4901904690625962490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-night-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4901904690625962490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/4901904690625962490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-night-falls.html' title='When Night Falls...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRS1rGWVR-I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZkI2AZ-hY8/s72-c/neruda3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-878926428769741621</id><published>2008-11-07T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:57:43.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSxoXQ0jmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YsjIPEx3-Q/s1600-h/carmen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266029171300404834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSxoXQ0jmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YsjIPEx3-Q/s320/carmen+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one word, two words, three words four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since the first day you've kept me wanting more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today I woke up with the same desire of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;captivated by the very essence of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now I'm sitting waiting for you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-878926428769741621?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/878926428769741621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/878926428769741621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/878926428769741621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning_07.html' title='Good Morning...'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSxoXQ0jmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YsjIPEx3-Q/s72-c/carmen+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1964506403707777706</id><published>2008-11-07T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:26:07.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Awaited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSyZ1k_7YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q8Ax8bW2ca0/s1600-h/martin+and+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266030021251689858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSyZ1k_7YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q8Ax8bW2ca0/s320/martin+and+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this moment I love you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment everything in me says its ok now&lt;br /&gt;In this moment the truth is clear&lt;br /&gt;And in this moment all of me is for you&lt;br /&gt;It is in this moment that I am aware&lt;br /&gt;Everything up until this moment was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Every tear cried and pain felt and every smile smiled&lt;br /&gt;Was preparation for&lt;br /&gt;This moment.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1964506403707777706?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1964506403707777706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments-awaited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1964506403707777706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1964506403707777706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments-awaited.html' title='Moments Awaited'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSyZ1k_7YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q8Ax8bW2ca0/s72-c/martin+and+wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-1184963113039803480</id><published>2008-11-07T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:32:54.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSz__rDsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/893kkRGd9EA/s1600-h/brook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266031776308113906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSz__rDsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/893kkRGd9EA/s400/brook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it all started....&lt;br /&gt;one heart, naive and oh so happy - too far away from you&lt;br /&gt;miles space and distance became the blameless enemy&lt;br /&gt;and in the end it was you...&lt;br /&gt;time heals wounds so maybe this muscle could beat for someone new&lt;br /&gt;clearly not enough time passed because, because with every promise broken a wound reopened&lt;br /&gt;and then there was you...&lt;br /&gt;with each minute after.... hoped the heart would mend and will believe again... in love????&lt;br /&gt;and then there was you....&lt;br /&gt;time heals all wounds but there isn’t enough time between every day&lt;br /&gt;your presence reminds me of the very essence&lt;br /&gt;that is underneath every tale ever told&lt;br /&gt;and so now a beast grows that is incapable of trust&lt;br /&gt;and still knowing that I must&lt;br /&gt;wait for this conundrum called time time?? time?? to pass by until there is no more until words won’t hurt no more&lt;br /&gt;and until there is no more&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-1184963113039803480?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/1184963113039803480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-it-all-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1184963113039803480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/1184963113039803480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-it-all-started.html' title='You'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRSz__rDsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/893kkRGd9EA/s72-c/brook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-8429765203535266011</id><published>2008-11-07T13:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:57:56.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassiopeia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhIAxyTUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hfhClnMjI0w/s1600-h/cassiopeia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267038942411313922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhIAxyTUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hfhClnMjI0w/s200/cassiopeia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last night while driving for so long on so many roads&lt;br /&gt;trying to find something I looked hard for&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to tell You my heart and all that is in it&lt;br /&gt;I asked so many questions yet hoped for 1 answer&lt;br /&gt;for some time now I felt I hadn't been answered&lt;br /&gt;but You did &amp;amp; though it was not what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is needed&lt;br /&gt;so thank You for getting me to the stars&lt;br /&gt;so I could see how apart I am from where You need me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-8429765203535266011?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/8429765203535266011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-answered-last-night-while-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8429765203535266011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/8429765203535266011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-answered-last-night-while-driving.html' title='Cassiopeia'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/SRhIAxyTUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hfhClnMjI0w/s72-c/cassiopeia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6760830334717509504</id><published>2008-11-07T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:48:03.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Speech Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Last spring I was asked to be a speaker at our Baccalaureate program. It was an honor to share my faith! Here is an excerpt!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....... I suppose the thing I wish someone would have told me at your age is how inexplainably good God is. That He calls us to have faith in Him, spend time with Him and spread His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="ecy80"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="ecy81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of you will go onto college and meet people who do not share your mores, faith or background. You will meet people who will challenge everything you were taught or believe. So be strong enough to not allow anyone to deter you away from your faith. I am not saying you should not and will not question what you believe- in fact it is in the questions that you will find the truth in His word. What I am saying is it is imperative that you are clear on what you believe. The only way I know how to do that is by spending time with God.Get to know Him and understand your faith just like you would anything else. This past weekend I was blessed to hear my friend's mother preach for the first time. Her message came from Luke 10:38-42 ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="og.k2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="og.k3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This passage is a great example of how much God delights in and wants time with us. Meaning- your works are great, your service is wonderful and God loves it. However, the best thing you can do is remember to make time for Him! In college you will struggle with finding new things to do and new friends with which to do those new things. My advice is try to keep Him as your number 1 priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="udlh0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="jd3l0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least- NEVER be afraid to share your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="w4.j0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 4:12-14 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="w4.j1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="og.k5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="d9000"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="d9001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is God calls the good, the bad, the ugly, poor, rich, old and ....young to believe in Him and to spread His word. So do not let something as insignificant as your lack of years on Earth keep you from knowing how influential you may be to other's journey. More importantly, do not allow your mistakes to get in your way. The best thing about God is He loves us as we are- I will repeat that--He loves us as we are!!!! Not what others think we should be!! So what if you aren't perfect- you then become the best candidate to spread His word!! To tell someone my iniquities do not determine my favor-- HIS grace and mercy do!!! That is powerful!!!!! I cannot imagine where I would be had God not placed me around my friends in high school that helped plant and nourish my seeds of faith. Be that to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="k.di0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="k.di1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I close I want you to remember- YOUR SALVATION is a precious gift!! You cannot earn it but you must cultivate it and grow in it. Abide in Him. Know that EVERYTHING you go threw is His spiritual exercise for you. That He loves you enough to to stretch you because He has a purpose for us all!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6760830334717509504?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6760830334717509504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6760830334717509504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6760830334717509504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='B-Speech Baby!!'/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340590459185890235.post-6528458570942777137</id><published>2008-11-07T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:08:50.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO MY FAMILY and FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we walk our own path in life,&lt;br /&gt;People are brought into our lives everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Most are simply met by chance.&lt;br /&gt;But, some are purposefully sent our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our family and close friends&lt;br /&gt;Whose bond we can't explain;&lt;br /&gt;That understand us in and out&lt;br /&gt;As they know our joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet boundless, limitless of care and love&lt;br /&gt;Neither time nor space can keep this apart.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we grow because of them&lt;br /&gt;With a warmth felt in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love becomes a part of our journey&lt;br /&gt;It allows us to make a passageway,&lt;br /&gt;And so, these friends, God sends our way,&lt;br /&gt;When even the miles disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Will remain forever near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340590459185890235-6528458570942777137?l=kidada78.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/feeds/6528458570942777137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-family-and-friends-while-we-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6528458570942777137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/340590459185890235/posts/default/6528458570942777137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada78.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-family-and-friends-while-we-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kidada78</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNB1vpFrfjQ/TKiFyezZJ7I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnQeRCG1cHU/S220/sexandthecity3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
