<?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-4440099040099813112</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:30:34.558-05:00</updated><category term='heart matters'/><category term='ignant folk'/><category term='Campaign &apos;08'/><category term='trips'/><category term='fights'/><category term='Love?'/><category term='music'/><category term='books galore'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Youngsters'/><category term='Natural hair'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='products'/><category term='Gators'/><category term='inconsiderate people'/><category term='high school people'/><category term='finger coils'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='vacay'/><category term='job market'/><category term='Obama for yo mama'/><category term='Bish'/><category term='changes'/><category term='randomosity'/><title type='text'>The Lover in Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>I am still a work in the making. HE is definitely not finished with me yet...I strive to be a woman my mom would have been proud of.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4554517311919582778</id><published>2011-12-22T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:19:01.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Is a Chevy Camaro!!! I want it black on black everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR-bzjUjVgIYupfc6XE-oy1itTNAcc-vipD1mfBhMVLPAROvJ61ZA" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some money would be great also :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#thatisall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-4554517311919582778?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4554517311919582778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4554517311919582778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4554517311919582778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6301836743638657106</id><published>2011-12-07T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:05:55.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair update!</title><content type='html'>Still loving my hair. It's now been 9 months since I big chopped. It's been a year since I had a relaxer (Nov 2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first braid-out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpnuFsyny8/Tt_-Y7M7iZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e0aFcdTCq4k/s1600/North+Westside-20111012-00068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpnuFsyny8/Tt_-Y7M7iZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e0aFcdTCq4k/s320/North+Westside-20111012-00068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My natural hair is just to brown for my own good, so I got my red rinse put back in. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY8mvlK2CEU/Tt_-eviWc-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DqgPByph-rE/s1600/North+Westside-20111022-00099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aY8mvlK2CEU/Tt_-eviWc-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DqgPByph-rE/s320/North+Westside-20111022-00099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Personal update coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6301836743638657106?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6301836743638657106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/hair-update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6301836743638657106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6301836743638657106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/12/hair-update.html' title='Hair update!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpnuFsyny8/Tt_-Y7M7iZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e0aFcdTCq4k/s72-c/North+Westside-20111012-00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-9093213898440343424</id><published>2011-06-27T00:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:19:57.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finger coils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural hair'/><title type='text'>I did my first finger coils....</title><content type='html'>Well, they weren't my first but the pics I took for my first finger coils were not appropriate for the internet LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is coming along quite nicely. I'm loving the Shea Moisture line. Love love love their Curl and Shine Shampoo. It leaves my hair so soft! And I also use their Curl and Style Milk. Right now my staple hair items are my Glycerin and water mix and my Ecostyler Olive oil gel. REALLY SIMPLE. I'm four months post Big Chop and I have about 2 inches of hair. My hair looks really healthy and strong. I'm loving it! *thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to finger coil my hair last week because I needed something to do with it and I wanted something that would last me the whole week. It took me about an hour and that's only because I'm anal and particular :). I washed and conditioned my hair with Curl and Style Shampoo and the Aussie Moist Conditioner (this has to be the best conditioner ever). Then I put a little leave in conditioner, wet my hair with the water and glycerin mix and put a 'lil Curl and Style Milk. I did my coils in small sections and would apply gel when I got to the section. And these were my results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAAlBHti2Q/TggQCxP6FYI/AAAAAAAAALA/uBZ4tfg_AEg/s1600/IMG00270-20110619-1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622761774537905538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAAlBHti2Q/TggQCxP6FYI/AAAAAAAAALA/uBZ4tfg_AEg/s320/IMG00270-20110619-1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WhBSfzMDEM/TggQWdz-vqI/AAAAAAAAALI/9Xe_87l_OO0/s1600/IMG00271-20110619-1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762112917880482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WhBSfzMDEM/TggQWdz-vqI/AAAAAAAAALI/9Xe_87l_OO0/s320/IMG00271-20110619-1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBFSUatiszA/TggQbxI21TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YZqev-1gHLQ/s1600/IMG00278-20110619-1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762204005061938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBFSUatiszA/TggQbxI21TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YZqev-1gHLQ/s320/IMG00278-20110619-1439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjE_CbSTYzg/TggQg5pyPlI/AAAAAAAAALY/FHmhgxGSxMw/s1600/IMG00280-20110619-1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762292190002770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjE_CbSTYzg/TggQg5pyPlI/AAAAAAAAALY/FHmhgxGSxMw/s320/IMG00280-20110619-1440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GyHg5tLmtk/TggQmQB1YZI/AAAAAAAAALg/dbP8cwWbKPw/s1600/IMG00268-20110619-1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762384095797650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GyHg5tLmtk/TggQmQB1YZI/AAAAAAAAALg/dbP8cwWbKPw/s320/IMG00268-20110619-1436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty happy with my results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-9093213898440343424?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/9093213898440343424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-did-my-first-finger-coils.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/9093213898440343424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/9093213898440343424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-did-my-first-finger-coils.html' title='I did my first finger coils....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAAlBHti2Q/TggQCxP6FYI/AAAAAAAAALA/uBZ4tfg_AEg/s72-c/IMG00270-20110619-1437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4130703505556559597</id><published>2011-06-12T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:24:19.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thehappygoluckybachelor.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-win.html"&gt;The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's blogging again, but I can't comment on his post. So I'll link his post to get his attention. Mike come out of hiding Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-4130703505556559597?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thehappygoluckybachelor.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-win.html' title='The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4130703505556559597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-go-lucky-bachelor-you-win.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4130703505556559597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4130703505556559597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-go-lucky-bachelor-you-win.html' title='The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6924191490477852282</id><published>2011-06-05T00:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:42:03.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Eye-EE-Sha! LOL</title><content type='html'>This post is for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda quick in my last post but it was mainly because I was crazy sleepy and trying to procrastinate on writing my personal statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st question, my natural journey. I didn't have a crazy mishap such as my hair falling out or burning off. As you can see by the picture on the right side of my blog, my hair grows with no problem. I happen to run across &lt;a href="http://moptopmaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MopTopMaven's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You.tube channel in late December and I was mesmerized by her hair and remembered when I had long, thick beautiful hair like hers. I asked myself "Why do I keep burning my scalp with relaxers?" I decided that day that I was gonna go natural. I told my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gchat&lt;/span&gt; and she had mixed reactions, which was fine by me. I asked my boo at the time how he felt about having a bald chick on his arm and he said he could handle it as long as I could, that's all the encouragement I needed. I planned on transitioning until my birthday in May but by January I was tired of dealing with the 2 textures, so I called my stylist up and set an appointment for February 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I think I spent the entire month of January watching You.tube videos. I soaked in so much information, so I could know what I was getting into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I did decide that I wasn't going to be a product junkie and I wasn't about to be spending 8 hours doing my hair. So I got bits and pieces from a lot of naturals and came up with my own SIMPLE routine. I've loved every minute of this journey. My hair fascinates me because I haven't really seen it since the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade when I begged my mother for a relaxer. Back then, I was tired of being the girl with the crazy thick long hair that I didn't know what to do with. I'm more prepared now and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second question, my job. I work in the health industry, working in the STD program. I basically notify people when they have a lab come back positive for an STD. I then have to ensure that they get treated to stop the spread of the disease. It can become pretty stressful when you have folks that don't care to get treated. I sometimes have to make home visits to find folks to bring them in for treatment. I've also been certified as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phlebotomist&lt;/span&gt;, so I can draw blood now. I was terrified at first at the thought of having to stick someone with a needle but now I love it :)! It's a pretty dynamic job and I'm learning so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last question, school. I'm going back to school to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pursure&lt;/span&gt; my Masters in Social Work. I think I came out of the womb an activist and it's time I use my talents. So I want to further my education and get a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; smarter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I no longer have a boo. I have no idea what happened. We were fine at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie's&lt;/span&gt; wedding in April and about 2 weeks later he just seemed to go crazy on me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it, I'm just upset at him for ruining over a decade of friendship because he couldn't be upfront with me about whatever he had/has going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm pretty excited about what's coming in these next two years. That's how long I have until I'm 30 and I need to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ieisha&lt;/span&gt;, this was a whole new blog post just answering your questions, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6924191490477852282?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6924191490477852282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-for-eye-ee-sha-lol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6924191490477852282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6924191490477852282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-for-eye-ee-sha-lol.html' title='This is for Eye-EE-Sha! LOL'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8032545233808132558</id><published>2011-05-31T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:26:51.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is constantly evolving. I think God likes to keep me on my toes, or else I'll become complacent or something. *shrug* Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm liking my new job. It can be a little stressful but I love knowing that I'm helping others. And I'm getting to see a segment of society that I wouldn't see otherwise. I'm getting to see parts of Miami that I know for sure I would never see. They're are people living in extreme poverty in this "great" country of ours. It makes me so grateful for the things I'm blessed with. It may not be much, but it could be a whole lot worse, that's for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finishing up my application process for grad school. All I have left is my 6 page personal statement, which is due in 2 days *YIKES* I'm such a procrastinator :-/. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely LOVE my natural hair :). Cant.stop.touching.it!! Lol It's grown very well in these past 3 months, although one probably couldn't tell because of this dern shrinkage! It's gonna be the death of me lol. And it's finally long enough for me to pull it back with a headband. See...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612731505933159714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdtXG3iw3G0/TeRtkS7KDSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HpLT92DhqUA/s320/225245_10101046017030301_2026491_78585835_5387892_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope all is well with everyone else. 'Til next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4440099040099813112-8032545233808132558?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8032545233808132558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-is-constantly-evolving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8032545233808132558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8032545233808132558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-is-constantly-evolving.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdtXG3iw3G0/TeRtkS7KDSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HpLT92DhqUA/s72-c/225245_10101046017030301_2026491_78585835_5387892_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1717511518738763175</id><published>2011-02-21T18:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:13:51.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year....Lots of changes</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since this year has started. First I have a new boo. Yaay me! I know I can't talk about him without getting long-winded, so I'll save him for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new job!! Making a lil' (and I do mean little) more money. But it's in my field and the department has a partnership with the Masters program I'm trying to get into, so it works. I willing to grind it out for now to get where I want to be. And my job offers tuition waivers for up to 6 credit hours per semester! Score!!! So I'll be going to school for FREE! I loves free stuff :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally did what I've been wanting to do for over a year....I went NATURAL!!! And I LOVE it!! And everyone seems to love it on me. The boo went with me for moral support and he loves it. He kept running his fingers through my hair, or my scalp (as my bestie would say lol). I washed my hair myself for the first time on Thursday and it was so easy. I kept feeling like I should wash it some more because I'm used to having a load of hair to wash. And I've almost got my regiment down. I'm simple, so I need my regiment simple. I'm trying to avoid becoming a product junkie. So far, so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8j1weQppqM/TWL-A3G9mDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM30m96QUZg/s1600/IMAG0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576298579384703026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8j1weQppqM/TWL-A3G9mDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM30m96QUZg/s320/IMAG0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has started out so much better than last year. I was in a bad place at the beginning of 2010, but my God has truly shown me His favor and I'm so glad about it. So happy and Hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if anyone wants to volunteer to help me update my blog I would really appreciate it. I haven't updated the look of this thing since I started it. I'll pay you in smiles *cheese* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1717511518738763175?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1717511518738763175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-yearlots-of-changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1717511518738763175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1717511518738763175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-yearlots-of-changes.html' title='New Year....Lots of changes'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8j1weQppqM/TWL-A3G9mDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM30m96QUZg/s72-c/IMAG0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2573837253090893927</id><published>2010-12-27T16:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:04:49.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Was....</title><content type='html'>Great this year. I did a ridiculous amount of driving, but it was worth it. I stopped off on my way to Orlando to give my two nieces from my brother and my niece from my sister their gifts. And I informed my siblings that now that they have babies, they will no longer receive gifts lol. I only care about the babies getting gifts for Christmas. I just counted how many siblings I have for sure, and the count is at 13! Wth? Who's gonna buy gifts for 13 siblings, NOT I! My mother had 6 kids including me and my dad has 7 that we know of. He might have some others scattered around. My dad put the "rolling" in the P.apa was a rolling stone phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After I dropped off the gifts I continued on in my journey to Orlando Friday night. And apparently I'm being courted because I was surprised with tickets the Orlando Magic and Boston Celtics game on Christmas Day!!! What a gift? He's knows I love sports, mainly football, but basketball is up there too. We had such a good time. I was looking like one of the girls who doesn't even watch sports though. I was in 5 inch heels navigating the Amway Arena because I wasn't told where I was going. I was told to dress casual and that I could wear my heels (casual for me is skinny jeans, cute top and 4+ inch heels). I kept feeling like I was gonna bust my behind going up and down those steep steps. All of the other women were in flats and casual jeans :). Ah well, I have to be cute wherever I go. We then went to dinner. After dinner we went home to change and went to a gathering of old classmates from high school and college. It was so nice. They guys were in suits and the ladies in their nice dresses. My kinda shindig. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555484714978022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TRkL6f9glJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ny0MKI_pqYY/s320/IMG00051-20101225-1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Our view from our seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I attended the wedding of one of my high school homies. It was very nice affair held at the W.yndham hotel. The bride's gown was custom-made and Red! Very bold! But she pulled it off well. Now her bridesmaids, ugh, that was another story. Most of those chicks were a hot ghetto MESS! There were tattoos everywhere and possibly bullet wounds. She picked the dress that is convertible and everyone could make their own. One chick chose to have her belly hanging out with the biggest stomach tattoo I've EVER seen on a woman. It was quite disgusting to say the least, because she definitely didn't have a six-pack. Who does that??? All in all it was good to see old high school friends and "The Boys" as our group of guy friends are affectionately called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bestie, that lives in Miami, didn't want to get on the road after wedding so we decided to get on the road in the morning. My bestie, from Tallahassee, that I haven't seen since Memorial weekend were up talking until 2 o'clock in the morning. And I had to be up at 4:45 to be on the road by 5:30am. Need to say, I've been a walking zombie at work today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved my weekend though *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2573837253090893927?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2573837253090893927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-was.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2573837253090893927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2573837253090893927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-was.html' title='Christmas Was....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TRkL6f9glJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ny0MKI_pqYY/s72-c/IMG00051-20101225-1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1977658891788077431</id><published>2010-12-23T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:14:47.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TROflcPFoCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SR8-mL_PmQ8/s1600/bl_christmas_8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553958231061405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TROflcPFoCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SR8-mL_PmQ8/s320/bl_christmas_8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this Christmas season has begun with a kick. I get a call this morning from a 1800 number and when I g.oogle that number it says it's a scam from W.achovia. But one (a few) of the comments said that it was not a scam and that it was the fraud department alerting you about your account. So I immediately go to my online banking and sure enough someone used my card to make a purchase at the W.almart on the other side of Miami. Saw I go into crazy mode...at work mind you. I call Wachovia and kept getting sent, by the humans, to this automated system. So when I finally got a human for the 3rd time, I was feeling like a bank robber "Just put the money back in my account and nobody gets hurt" Lol I had to go down to a branch on my break and sign a document and pull out some money so that I'll money for my drive up home to Orlando. Needless to say, my nerves were shot by noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mess like this really pisses me off. People like me work hard (2 jobs) for my money and then you have some loser going behind my back and stealing it. Then the part that kills me is, they're not buying groceries to feed their family, they're going to W.almart and buying out the Electronics department!! Absolute ignorance! Ugh. I need to pray, cuz this world is not right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, have a Merry Christmas out there in blog world. Remember that Jesus is the reason for the season!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1977658891788077431?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1977658891788077431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1977658891788077431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1977658891788077431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/whew.html' title='Whew!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TROflcPFoCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SR8-mL_PmQ8/s72-c/bl_christmas_8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-7122578896036933950</id><published>2010-12-17T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:07:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>What am I doing with my life? I have so much in my head but don't yet know how to put it into action. I have at least bought the books on grant-writing and forming a non-profit. I've been needing to do that for a while. The more I think, the more I feel like I'm not gonna make it. Only God knows where He's gonna take me next b/c I feel like I'm going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my good guy friends sent me this text this morning, "Our knowledge and understanding is finite, God's is infinite. When we can't see a solution, He does; trust Him!" It was exactly what I needed to hear. I feel like I've been at the starting line forever and have yet to start the race/marathon. I think I'm having one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have obstacles coming from every direction and it's getting a bit much to bear. I'm praying for strength and peace of mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-7122578896036933950?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7122578896036933950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7122578896036933950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7122578896036933950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8147432266941499686</id><published>2010-10-19T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:56:20.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow's Video Debut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://globalgrind.com/channel/music/content/1850654/willow-smith-whip-my-hair-premiere-video/?pc=1&amp;amp;pi=1#pd_a_3945277"&gt;Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow's Video Debut?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too old to like Willow's video?? Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8147432266941499686?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://globalgrind.com/channel/music/content/1850654/willow-smith-whip-my-hair-premiere-video/?pc=1&amp;pi=1#pd_a_3945277' title='Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow&apos;s Video Debut?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8147432266941499686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/poll-what-do-you-think-of-willows-video.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8147432266941499686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8147432266941499686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/10/poll-what-do-you-think-of-willows-video.html' title='Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow&apos;s Video Debut?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2062256466034105423</id><published>2010-07-20T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:03:04.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Oh Blog, How I've Missed Thee!</title><content type='html'>I just discovered that I can access blogger from work! Who knew? :) This isn't good. Now I might actually be able to blog while I still have an idea in my head and not have to wait until I get home...which usually means I forgot what I was going to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about starting a new blog and possibly just shutting down this one. My life has taken a different turn these past 3-4 months and a change is in order here too. I dunno, we'll see how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2062256466034105423?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2062256466034105423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-blog-how-ive-missed-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2062256466034105423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2062256466034105423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-blog-how-ive-missed-thee.html' title='Oh Blog, How I&apos;ve Missed Thee!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-3798195160424962969</id><published>2010-04-20T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:09:45.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellas....</title><content type='html'>Never date a woman that isn't afraid to act ignant as SIN in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lead was telling me about his ex girlfriend and her many antics. Every time this chick sees one his friends out, she bombards them with bad talk about him....but she could care less about him. Right.  I never understood why men date these women that are so uncouth and have no tact. These are also the same women that love to call themselves "classy" o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always taught that family business stays in-house, that includes your issues with your boy/girlfriend. It's just not cute. Ugh, when will people learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I just had to check my sis on this on Facebook. Don't vent your frustrations out about your boyfriend on social networking sites. I politely called her butt and TOLD her to remove that status. I am her big sis after all :), gotta get her right my mama didn't raise us like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, choose your women carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-3798195160424962969?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3798195160424962969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/04/fellas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3798195160424962969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3798195160424962969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/04/fellas.html' title='Fellas....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8984506583221016443</id><published>2010-04-13T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:49:37.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>Man I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say, rather write, but I can't get all of my thoughts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back tomorrow with some randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Muah*!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8984506583221016443?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8984506583221016443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8984506583221016443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8984506583221016443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8795822081724639558</id><published>2009-10-17T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:13:13.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Miami Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~I need to learn Spanish...STAT. Seriously I can barely get an English speaking person anywhere. Especially in my area, it's mainly Colombians and Venezuelans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The heat in Miami is stifling. And that's putting it lightly. I wasn't prepared for this...hell, my HAIR wasn't prepared for this! It frizzes up at the thought of humidity. I might have to let my wrap go for a little bit and start wearing a weave or braids, at least until cooler weather makes its way down here. The other day my co-worker was talking about a cold front that was supposed to be coming through and this fool said, "it's supposed to get down to 80 degrees" WTF? People, 80 degrees is NOT a cold front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I'm bound to put on a few pounds. I've been eating so much Haitian food since I've been down here. I've missed the food of my youth. My aunt has promised to come down and stay with me for a couple of weeks and re-teach me how to cook Haitian food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Stp5JdcoKGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WmKRAPZqBVU/s1600-h/nettie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756707160074338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Stp5JdcoKGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WmKRAPZqBVU/s320/nettie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~My &lt;a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html"&gt;ba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html"&gt;y sis&lt;/a&gt; had her baby! I am an aunt for the fourth time. I went to spend the weekend with her last weekend. The genius in me decided to stay up with the baby and let her sleep. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't see how people do it! I am cranky as hell when I'm sleepy! I couldn't function after my lack of sleep...I don't know how I made my 2 hour drive back to Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she a beauty? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The foolishness that is Miami highways is ridiculous. Every time I ask someone where something is, they'll say "oh, it's up the street". To me, up the street means a few blocks away or it takes less than 10 minutes. To Miami folk, up the street means taking the highway. I have to jump on the highway for EVERYTHING! And they don't know how to drive. I swear I was almost killed on the highway on the way home from church, my second weekend here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~My dad is so upset that I decided to move out of the house. He can't understand why I would leave my parents house where I didn't have any living expenses to now having tons of living expenses. I'd much rather struggle living on my own and have peace of mind, than to live at home, for free, where my family &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/span&gt; drives me insane. I just can't function in chaos...and that's exactly what living at home felt like...CHAOS. There's nothing worse than not wanting to go home, because you can't stand being there. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I.HAD.TO.GO!&lt;/span&gt; So here I am in Miami. Money is tight, but I'm at peace...so I'm cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more, but I can't remember right now. I shall come back. &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/4440099040099813112-8795822081724639558?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8795822081724639558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-miami-happenings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8795822081724639558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8795822081724639558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-miami-happenings.html' title='Random Miami Happenings'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Stp5JdcoKGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WmKRAPZqBVU/s72-c/nettie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-3100118326954962497</id><published>2009-09-21T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:27:43.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick update</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging with this mobile blogging thingy from my phone, so bare with me if the post comes out all weird or something...K? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now a Miami resident. I am even thinking of changing the address on my driver's license, that makes me really nervous! The address on my license has been the same since I was 16...I guess in my mind it makes my move permanent. These past two weeks have been interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boo and I are trying rekindle our romance, so to speak, we have been broken up for two months. Haven't felt like talking about that situation at all, it made me extremely sad :-/. But now that we're in the same city, he seems to be making the effort. I care deeply for him, so I hope we get it together. He keeps making plans for us, but I'm hesitant because I'm scared. Matters of the heart are SO scary! Ugh (&amp;lt;---Dang, I didn't mean to write that much about him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have family drama out the wazoo! Ugh! So glad to be out back on my own again! I am not meant to live with anyone else. I walk around nakeed constantly and I LOVE it!!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new office. Its smaller but more intimate, so I like it.I love the area that I live in. Its not the city part and I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate more in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Miami folk are so different and interesting, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer: Lord please help me to make the most of this opportunity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-3100118326954962497?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3100118326954962497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-quick-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3100118326954962497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3100118326954962497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a Quick update'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8802180953927155471</id><published>2009-08-06T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:01:16.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got an APARTMENT!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got word this morning that I was approved for my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my biggest worry as far as my move is concerned. Now that I know where I'm going to live, I just need to figure how I'm gonna get my stuff down to Miami :). I absolutely hate moving! Every time I had to move in college, it just made me want to throw everything away and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving is good way to purge though. I throw a lot of things away simply because I don't feel like packing it. The homeless shelter usually makes out good with all the clothes and shoes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning the Lottery right now would be the greatest thing ever! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through this phase where I feel like changing my phone number. Just start fresh with my new move and only inform those that really need to know. I've had my current phone number since my freshman year in college, 7 years, and I just feel like a change. I also want to cut all my hair off and just start over, natural though. I've never even given going natural any serious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019467457398322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Snt7xRxnhjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7oLoOAQL63k/s320/natural_hair_0001_2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I really go Natural?!?!? :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going through, maybe it's the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers would be appreciated, for those of you that pray. Truth be told, I'm scared sh!tless about this move. I have tons of friends from college down there and one of my best friends, but I'm scared of the unknown. On the flip side, I'm ridiculously excited about the possibilities. Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to let you guys in on the personal side. Haven't done one of those posts in a minute. Hope everyone's doing great! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8802180953927155471?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8802180953927155471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-apartment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8802180953927155471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8802180953927155471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-apartment.html' title='I Got an APARTMENT!!!! :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Snt7xRxnhjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7oLoOAQL63k/s72-c/natural_hair_0001_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2084735302152078655</id><published>2009-07-25T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:17:47.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Remember When....</title><content type='html'>I said, &lt;a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-miamibienvenido-miami.html"&gt;if I lived in Miami I wouldn't take life seriously&lt;/a&gt;? Well it looks like I'm going to get my chance to not take life seriously!!! :) I'm so excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362463392437334914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SmtMCztDc4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tS_ZWMoTEJY/s320/miami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, I noticed that a position opened up in my department down in Miami and I went to talk to my Bureau Chief about it. I let him know my interest. He basically let me know that they were just moving some people around, but they were still obligated to post the position. But he let me know that my same position would be open in Miami and it would also set me up to move up faster. I told him cool, I'll take it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This spur of the moment decision is SO not me! But I felt that I needed to take that chance and go for it. So my boss informed me last week that if I wanted the position it was mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited, scared, apprehensive...everything! I've been searching for apartments like crazy. It's so hard :-/. I want to live in a good area that's affordable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, I'm moving to Miami and I can't believe I'm actually taking this jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2084735302152078655?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2084735302152078655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2084735302152078655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2084735302152078655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-when.html' title='Remember When....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SmtMCztDc4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tS_ZWMoTEJY/s72-c/miami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-830142487094688478</id><published>2009-06-09T19:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:34:20.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much drama in the ORL :-/</title><content type='html'>So much going on in my world right now...I feel so overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My family members seem to think I'm an extension of B.ank of America, W.achovia or some kind of bank. I just don't get it. I seem to be the first line of help when someone in my family needs something. I'm 'bout to start telling their asse$ NO! It might even be a hell NO. I'm trying to get myself on my feet and I can't do that when everyone thinks I'm their personal bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And that leads me to this...I hate when people ask me for stuff like I owe them something. If you're going to ask me for something, then ask. But don't come to me EXPECTING to get it. I don't even feel like I owe anything to even my father. And my mother has gone to heaven so the only person I really owe anything to is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A pet peeve of mine is men who don't get up for elderly women or women with children on the bus. Seriously, WTF? Have you no manners? A lady got on the bus the other afternoon with her young daughter and there was at least 3 men sitting in the front and not one of those idiots stood up to give her their seat! When the bus pulled forward she damn near fell over with her daughter in her arms. And finally one of the idiots decided to give her a seat! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*O&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si7_NPGw2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8ctffZZlVhs/s1600-h/5CAELX4ZHCA50RRNICA9JT8E6CAQ0FZEMCAOCOOR5CAGHPAXWCA9EM6UGCAJNBFGTCAGW5ZZRCAP8BL9KCABQNS46CAOJ15E0CAOBQ7SACA3D0NM0CA8KH205CATS6G17CA2KX6NWCAS4SQ31CA2Q93OU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490410593638482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si7_NPGw2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8ctffZZlVhs/s320/5CAELX4ZHCA50RRNICA9JT8E6CAQ0FZEMCAOCOOR5CAGHPAXWCA9EM6UGCAJNBFGTCAGW5ZZRCAP8BL9KCABQNS46CAOJ15E0CAOBQ7SACA3D0NM0CA8KH205CATS6G17CA2KX6NWCAS4SQ31CA2Q93OU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k, so I think this love sh!t is for the birds. Seriously, relationships are hard as hell. And men try to perpetrate like they're not emotional beings, but they so are! It's ridiculous. I will admit that I was so used to dating nonchalant men, so this in turn has made me very nonchalant and guarded. I just really did not want to get hurt. But I say what the hey and opened myself up to my current honey and now his @ss is acting up! I don't know, I'm not one to give up easily but there is only so much one can take. The same thing you did to get me, should be the same thing you do to keep me. Consistency is the key. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Men can you tell me why you guys are such big babies?&lt;/span&gt; LOL (seriously thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ummm, if you're stomach hangs over your pants you should not be wearing midriff shirts. I swear if I see one more case of this foolishness I am going to scream. I don't know what is up with the Orlando women, but they seem to think it's cute to have their stomach out. Despite the gun shot wounds, stretch marks, dimples etc. It's gross and a bit disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si781ex3gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9x5_UOBA3xg/s1600-h/Shot_4-045_LARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487803460846034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si781ex3gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9x5_UOBA3xg/s320/Shot_4-045_LARGE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I absolutely hate this H.alle B.erry song by H.urricane Chris. He looks like a gremlin! And his black @ss lips don't make it any better. I can't stand weed lips. EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Someone must have put a message out that I was having trouble in paradise. I've been getting calls and emails from EX's since last week. It's kind of annoying. I don't know why my ex's think that just because they've contacted me, I'm going to jump out of my skin with joy. NOT.GONNA.HAPPEN. Eww, there's a reason you're an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My prayer:&lt;/span&gt; Lord, please give me strength and peace of mind, because I can't shoulder everyone else's problems by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-830142487094688478?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/830142487094688478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-drama-in-orl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/830142487094688478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/830142487094688478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-drama-in-orl.html' title='So much drama in the ORL :-/'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si7_NPGw2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8ctffZZlVhs/s72-c/5CAELX4ZHCA50RRNICA9JT8E6CAQ0FZEMCAOCOOR5CAGHPAXWCA9EM6UGCAJNBFGTCAGW5ZZRCAP8BL9KCABQNS46CAOJ15E0CAOBQ7SACA3D0NM0CA8KH205CATS6G17CA2KX6NWCAS4SQ31CA2Q93OU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4244702451354366121</id><published>2009-05-26T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:36:44.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school people'/><title type='text'>Is it weird...</title><content type='html'>That I don't want anyone that I know to read this blog. I kind of feel like this is my mental sanctuary. Only one of my best friends has the url for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl I went to high school with sent me an invitation to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Mimi5383"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. I guess she's just getting hype to twitter. I've been on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Mimi5383"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; since last summer, I think. I followed her without first thinking of the consequences. Now I feel bad if I unfollow her, because that's gonna seem shady. No? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the link to my blog on my twitter page. I took that down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I don't really anything in common with the people I went to high school with, mainly the ones that didn't go off to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338834686606268130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdZ3HGzVuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nVVNwU3XeKk/s320/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;UGH! Dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm mad at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I want to take her off! LOL. I'm wacky, I already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, such is life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4440099040099813112-4244702451354366121?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4244702451354366121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-weird.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4244702451354366121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4244702451354366121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-weird.html' title='Is it weird...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdZ3HGzVuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nVVNwU3XeKk/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-46738817882482226</id><published>2009-05-22T20:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:58:03.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>Trips, girls and strong personalities...oh my!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my best friends are on schedule to go to Chicago next month for the &lt;a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/special_events/mose/taste_of_chicago.html"&gt;Taste of Chicago Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note* In high school I had three best friends. The four of us hung tight. Two we&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHJ03nWGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vqOyUlwRTbo/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814117407316066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHJ03nWGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vqOyUlwRTbo/s200/b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt to an HBCU and me and the other friend went to our PWI (Go Gators! lol). One of my friends from the HBCU moved to Chicago after graduation. The other one stayed in the town where she went to college after graduation to work. The best friend who went to college with me, left and went back home after she got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had a girls weekend with the four of us since junior year in undergrad. Our weekends have never been without craziness. Someone always gets mad at someone else. At least that's how it used to be. We all such strong personalities. Personally, I think I've toughened up because of them. I used to be so passive and non-confrontational. But after we all became friends, in order to keep up with their snarky remarks I had to learn to have my comebacks lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdG3qy51dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0xVhuxFLVqE/s1600-h/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338813805465556434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdG3qy51dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0xVhuxFLVqE/s200/b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A whole lot of stuff went down after my friend got pregnant. We all stopped talking to her, for our own totally different reasons. This all happened Spring 2006. DRAMA! If I were to give a back story on everything, it would take several posts. I'm exhausted just thinking of it. So let's just say it wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend from back home and I started texting around last summer. Got re-acquainted (sort of). Once I moved back home last August, we slowly begin to communicate. Matter of fact, she put me on to the job that I currently have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my friend from Chicago and I were IM'ing at work a few weeks ago and were discussing me coming to Chicago for &lt;a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/special_events/mose/taste_of_chicago.html"&gt;The Taste&lt;/a&gt;. Then she shocked the hell out of me and suggested that I invite our two other friends. I didn't know the reaction I would get from the other two, but surprisingly they were really receptive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we booked our flight online. I think everyone's a little apprehensive about how well it will go. But I'm so optimistic. Maybe I'm being naive. Who knows? But I figure, we're all adults and we should be able to go on this trip and behave ourselves accordingly and handle anything that may arise as adults. We have so much fun together and know each other so well. We've all been through so much together and I know they're each gong to in my life for the long haul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814810070793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHyJPdO_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qL5geb7n_Zo/s400/b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figure I'm gonna pray (a whole lot) and do a couple hail Mary's (I'm not even Catholic, lol) and hope for the best. I feel like its' going to go well though. So pray for us! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My prayer&lt;/span&gt;: Lawd, please help us to have a drama-free trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-46738817882482226?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/46738817882482226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/trips-girls-and-strong-personalitiesoh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/46738817882482226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/46738817882482226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/trips-girls-and-strong-personalitiesoh.html' title='Trips, girls and strong personalities...oh my!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHJ03nWGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vqOyUlwRTbo/s72-c/b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4877333118325301939</id><published>2009-05-14T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:58:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, WTH?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I want to start this blog off by thanking God (don't I sound like a rapper accepting a BET award? Lol). But seriously I need to thank God because he just keeps on blessing me, despite my wayward ways!*I just looked at the title of my post and it doesn't match my gratitude! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, remember how I was talking about my brother knocking up some chick in my last post? (Of course you don't). So it turns out, he was covering up for his girl cousin, my stepmom's (his mom)niece. Turns out this 'lil heifa got pregnant and didn't tell anyone. The 'lil heifa got sick at school one day and my stepmom and her dad went to pick her up and took her to the hospital. They get to the hospital and the doctor announces "We should have a baby very shortly". My stepmom and her brother were looking around like "WTF, what baby?". Needless to say everyone was in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, this mess pisses me off! These little kids think babies are toys! They just think they're gonna have  a baby and all is gonna be well with the world! What the hell would possess this 'lil heifa to get pregnant and not tell anyone? Not only did she not get any prenatal care, she has no job and no means to take care of a child. So you know who the responsibilty falls on, that's right her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 26 last week and I'm still not ready to be a mommy. I watch my nephew sometimes and I'm ready to send him back to whence he came after a couple hours. This 20 and under generation baffle me. They have no sense of responsibility. Hell, they don't have common sense for that matter. Can you tell I'm mad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally planned to talk about my boo and my fun weekend, but I thought of that situation and got mad. Ah well, cet la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll be more pleasant, promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-4877333118325301939?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4877333118325301939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-wth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4877333118325301939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4877333118325301939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-wth.html' title='Man, WTH?!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6458482980880380784</id><published>2009-04-13T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:38:23.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men...</title><content type='html'>Who knew that guys could be so moody?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is a guy more moody than me and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; the one on the rag! UGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still recovering from my trip to Miami this weekend. Got to see the boo and spent some QT together. Good times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SeNOEZvsi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/63gcfwk8cI8/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185022019439458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SeNOEZvsi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/63gcfwk8cI8/s320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking a mental break today....cuz &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; T-I-RED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6458482980880380784?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6458482980880380784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/men.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6458482980880380784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6458482980880380784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/men.html' title='Men...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SeNOEZvsi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/63gcfwk8cI8/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2143571687652536646</id><published>2009-04-06T10:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:29:41.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignant folk'/><title type='text'>B.lame it on the a.lcohol?...NAW, b.lame it on lack of good sense.</title><content type='html'>I may or may not have to break this post up into two different posts....depending on the amount of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's first turn our attention to my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sis. To say I was heartbroken and disappointed would be an understatement. My middle sister called me and asked me if I had talked to our baby sis. I said "No, did something happen?". She proceeds by saying "E is pregnant". I swear I could hear my heart beating out loud. I told her I would call her back and called my baby sis. Of course her butt didn't pick up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure she thought I was gonna cuss at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;I've become like the mother in my family, since my mom passed, as far as my siblings are concerned. They have no problem sharing good news with me. But when they do something that they know I'm not gonna approve of, I have to find out about it through another sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her a text telling her that I wasn't mad at her and that I just wanted to talk to her. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whadaya&lt;/span&gt; know, she calls me back. So we're conversing and I ask her what she plans on doing. You would have thought I had asked the dumbest question known to man. She says "I'm gonna keep it, what do mean?" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; lets see, you're 18, your boyfriend is 21 with 3 babies already, you have a job that barely supports you let alone you AND a baby. And she's attending community college. I, in no way advocate ab0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rtions&lt;/span&gt; but sometimes you have to see the situation for what it is. My sister is ridiculously smart and has so much going for herself. I went on to tell her that a baby is not a toy and how did she plan on taking care of this baby. Of course she didn't have definitive answer. All she knew was that she was going to make it work and she wasn't going to drop out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all I could do was let her know that I was there for her and that I would try to help her in any way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some strange way, I feel like I failed my mother. My '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sis is my mom's baby. I couldn't get through to my other sister and my brother, but my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sis seemed to get it. She excelled in school. Although she did get into trouble here and there, she always made her education her priority. I don't know, the whole situation just frustrates me *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, on to my brother. He and I have the same father. So my brother comes into my room in couple weeks ago and told me he needed to talk to me and I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. He then tells me, that he has a baby on the way and that I can't tell anyone. After hearing about my sister, I was sure this was a joke. So my surprise quickly turned to anger, because I'm always preaching to my brother about wearing c0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ndoms&lt;/span&gt;. His excuse was this was some girl he's knows since elementary school and they trust each other...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. But they're not in a relationship though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?! He was saying how he was trying to convince the girl to have an ab0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rtion&lt;/span&gt; but she was leaning towards keeping the baby. He's a senior in high school and she's a junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him how he planned to provide for this child. This fool said "I'm gonna get a job". Like that's just the answer to everything. Anyone who knows anything about my little brother, knows that he is the laziest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt; ever to walk this earth. Hell, he even admits that he's lazy. He quit a job at &lt;a href="http://www.hardees.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hardees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after a couple weeks because they asked him to take out the trash!! So how is someone who doesn't like to work, still throws b1&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tch&lt;/span&gt; fits when he doesn't get what he want, has no inkling of the value of money supposed to provide for a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please enlighten me, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!! I'm annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My prayer&lt;/span&gt;: Lord, please help to speak out of love! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; if I say what I really think...boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2143571687652536646?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2143571687652536646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2143571687652536646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2143571687652536646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html' title='B.lame it on the a.lcohol?...NAW, b.lame it on lack of good sense.'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-5803281235015246456</id><published>2009-04-03T16:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:58:27.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>I been gone for a minute...now I'm back with the jump-off :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm always messing up the words to a song, so those words in the title might be wrong...don't judge me! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed blogging. But I seem to have no real energy to do it. Must be my full-time job!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job...still getting to know my new boo...family drama...my 18 year-old sister is pregnant :/....then turn around to find out my 18 year-old brother (on my dad's side) knocked up some chick...just a bunch of mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on the happenings by the beginning of next week. Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I miss Mike and his tomfoolery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-5803281235015246456?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5803281235015246456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-been-gone-for-minutenow-im-back-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5803281235015246456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5803281235015246456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-been-gone-for-minutenow-im-back-with.html' title='I been gone for a minute...now I&apos;m back with the jump-off :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8420676252954189535</id><published>2009-02-20T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:11:00.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a jobby JOB!!</title><content type='html'>God is so Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job that I wanted out of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad side is I can't start until March 6th, so I'll be home for 2 weeks. I figure I can do a little volunteering in that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I won't get my 1st paycheck for a month! How am I gonna live Lawd! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8420676252954189535?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8420676252954189535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-jobby-job.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8420676252954189535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8420676252954189535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-jobby-job.html' title='I got a jobby JOB!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1110990465120048332</id><published>2009-02-13T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:25:46.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just feel like being RANDOM as hell!</title><content type='html'>1. What is wrong with little girls these days? Didn't anyone teach them how to be a lady? It's one thing to have fun, but it's another to be just plain obnoxious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do weirdos insist on talking to me? If I have on my stunna shades &lt;---lol and my IPOD in, obviously I'm not trying to be social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of weirdos...I'm walking home Monday and this guy is walking towards me. As soon as he gets to where I am, he makes an about face and starts walking with me. Our conversation goes a little Something...Like...This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LALB: Lame A$$ Little Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: What's up sexy? (I hate when guys greet me this way, UGH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (with the screw face AND attitude) Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: Where yo man at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: He's in Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: Can I have your number so I can call you sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I just told you I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: I heard that part, but he's all the way in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: Well can I give you my number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: No, because I'm not going to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: D.amn it's like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: You mean I walked up here for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Bye! (as he walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LALB&lt;/span&gt;: You still sexy as hell though! (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned into my subdivision, I realized the little boy had parked his car in the front of my subdivision and walked up the hill to meet me. I didn't know it was that serious! This also kinda scared me, because just the day before an 11 year old girl had been kidnapped and raped after getting off the city bus. I've decided to get some Mase and possibly a Taser. These guys are crazy out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do guys pull out a wad of cash right before they try to talk to you? Do they think this is going to persuade me? And they wonder why they attract gold diggers! Thankfully, I'm not moved by money. This is such a turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Living with my family has been stressful as hell!!!! I'm not eating properly and I've lost weight since I've been here. My best friend saw me last weekend and said she's coming to get me and take me back to Gainesville LOL. I'm already skinny, I can't afford to lose anymore weight! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why are relationships so hard?!?!? (Be careful what you ask God for, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My S.O. has been offered an opportunity to play for an Arena football league, but I'm worried about him. He's already doing therapy twice a week on his back from problems stemming from college ball. He has a great job, but football is his love...so what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh yea, I have an S.O...I'll have to update y'all on that later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why does it feel totally pointless to go out these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm working on getting my non-profit's name incorporated. I know once I do that, it will feel more real to me. Maybe then I'll have more faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I wonder if I can truly be a positive example for young women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The lady that did my taxes was The ghettoest, most unsanitary lady EVER! She was eating a Butterfinger bar and she had the crumbs on her lips as she was talking to me. I'm guessing she was coming down with a cold and she kept breathing through her mouth...LOUDLY!! I don't like to smell other people's breath. AND then this heifer sneezed into OPEN air!!! UGH!!!! I wanted to scream! Granted she did turn around, but she made no moves to TRY and cover her mouth. I thought I was going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is it strange that I don't want a man anything like my father? My husband shall be on the OPPOSITE end of the spectrum from my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've been so happy these past few weeks :). I've forced myself to stop worrying about things I can't control...life is so much simpler! In return God has shown himself to be faithful. He's met me right where I needed him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now....GOOD NIGHT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1110990465120048332?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1110990465120048332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-feel-like-being-random-as-hell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1110990465120048332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1110990465120048332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-feel-like-being-random-as-hell.html' title='I just feel like being RANDOM as hell!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8012650649065079602</id><published>2009-02-05T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:39:00.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for me please...</title><content type='html'>I had a job interview today and I think it went well...so God willing I will have a better job really soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a phone interview yesterday for another job...so the tides are turning in my favor y'all. So for those of you that pray, say a quick one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Preciate ya! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8012650649065079602?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8012650649065079602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-me-please.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8012650649065079602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8012650649065079602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-me-please.html' title='Pray for me please...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2984136464282884954</id><published>2009-01-22T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:06:02.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacay'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Miami...Bienvenido a Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXE0W6W1oBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kZAOf04K5eI/s1600-h/mia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, if I lived in Miami I wouldn't take life seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292065197548796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXExQjQafAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/glxjo8jMEc4/s320/mia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXExQjQafAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/glxjo8jMEc4/s1600-h/mia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine waking up to this everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down in Miami last week for the BCS National Championship game. My Alma mater was playing and WON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami is absolutely GORGEOUS!! The weather is beautiful, our hotel was right in the middle of everything, we were drinking at 11 am in the morning and laying out on the beach at will. That is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Miami Wednesday night. Immediately we go to the room and throw on a cute top and cute shoes and head outside. Since &lt;a href="http://cityvoter.com/wet-willie-s-760-ocean-dr-south-beach-miami-beach-fl-33139/loc/22121"&gt;Wet Willies&lt;/a&gt; was right next door to our hotel, we didn't have to go far for a drink. I called my potential boo to let him know I was in town and he came to hang out. He got to meet my best friends and they liked him. He has yet to be completely vetted though. We basically just hung out on the strip and started conversations with the Oklahoma fans. I don't know what it was but those White and Latin men were acting like they'd never seen black women before. I think it was we were just that fine :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we get up, throw on our bathing suits and head out to do a little sightseeing. Somehow we end up in &lt;a href="http://www.ninewest.com/"&gt;Nine West &lt;/a&gt;and I do some damage :/. I'm a shoe junkie and I don't know how to stop myself, lol. After the retail therapy, we head to the beach and lay out. It was so relaxing. Nothing like laying out on the beach and it's not too hot and it's so breezy. Oh and the bathing suit I wore Thursday kept exposing my boob. I was flashing people the whole time we were there. I caught a girl staring one of those times lol. After our nap on the beach, we go back to the hotel and shower and I drop my best friend off at the stadium. My other best friend and I, her cousin and my potential boo headed to the Hard Rock Hotel to watch the game. We had a BALL!! Food, drinks AND football, what more could I need? :) After the game, all we could do was head back to the hotel and go to sleep! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXE0W6W1oBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kZAOf04K5eI/s1600-h/mia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292068605363855378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXE0W6W1oBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kZAOf04K5eI/s320/mia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bathing suit that kept exposing my boob :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXEzfRDd45I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jfYTKeTVkg8/s1600-h/mia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we headed to Wet Willies for some alcoholic slushies to start our day :)...I had a Call a Cab mixed with Sex on the Beach....SO GOOD!! I was tipsy by noon, lol. I hung out with the potential boo for a little bit, then joined my friends on the beach for a little relaxation before we got on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXEzfRDd45I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jfYTKeTVkg8/s1600-h/mia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292067649383949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXEzfRDd45I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jfYTKeTVkg8/s320/mia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tipsy @ noon...I don't what I was dancing to, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a GREAT midweek vacay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2984136464282884954?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2984136464282884954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-miamibienvenido-miami.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2984136464282884954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2984136464282884954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-miamibienvenido-miami.html' title='Welcome to Miami...Bienvenido a Miami'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SXExQjQafAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/glxjo8jMEc4/s72-c/mia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-7455457844397933183</id><published>2009-01-20T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:43:16.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obamas First Inaugural Dance LOVE IT!!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>I love the Obamas!! They are the cutest couple ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I'm looking for the Barack to my Michelle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK :-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/01/20/the-obamas-first-inaugura_n_159522.html"&gt;The Obamas First Inaugural Dance (VIDEO)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-7455457844397933183?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7455457844397933183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-first-inaugural-dance-love-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7455457844397933183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7455457844397933183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-first-inaugural-dance-love-it.html' title='The Obamas First Inaugural Dance LOVE IT!!!!! :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-5078316483654976475</id><published>2009-01-15T23:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:37:40.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>Interviewed by Ieisha</title><content type='html'>1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And your e-mail address, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Would you rather teenagers learned abstinence or safe sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe sex. What's the point in telling kids not to have sex when we know they're going to do it anyway. I have no problem with teaching abstinence, along with that we have to teach our children how to protect themselves just in case they don't feel that abstinence is the way to go. Instead of trying to force abstinence on our kids, we should give them options. I've done a couple research papers in college that showed the benefits of teaching safe sex. Our society needs to loosen up a little and work together to keep kids safe and baby-free :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. What is your relationship deal breaker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A habitual liar. My mother always said "If you can lie, you can kill". That may seem a little extreme to some but that's how much she loathed lying. It kinda(well a lot) rubbed off on me. I've dismissed A LOT of dudes because I found out about their lies. Liars make my skin crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. What was your moment in life that you KNEW you were an adult? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To be honest, it was right after my mother's death when I was 16. I was handed my social security card and my birth certificate by my aunt. Right then I knew I was responsible for my well being. When you become responsible for your own legal documents, you're on your own buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. What secret did you spill after you were sworn to not tell a soul? (We've all done it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I racked my brain trying to see if I had spilled a secret. I can honestly say I'm a good secret keeper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Even after a friendship ends, I still feel a sense of loyalty as far as secrets go. I feel if someone trusted me enough to tell me something so personal, I should respect them enough to keep it confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. What is the first thing you notice on the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!!! I am a SUCKER for beautiful teeth. A man could probably have a yuck face, but if his teeth are beautiful we can probably work out a friendship :). Beautiful teeth will cause a party in my panties &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; before a guy's face can, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-5078316483654976475?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5078316483654976475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewed-by-ieisha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5078316483654976475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5078316483654976475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewed-by-ieisha.html' title='Interviewed by Ieisha'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1338723280908586315</id><published>2009-01-10T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:54:18.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOOO GATORS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SWkXxJhfPnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/m1j9fk13On4/s1600-h/08natlchamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289785370460765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SWkXxJhfPnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/m1j9fk13On4/s400/08natlchamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, that pretty much sums up my whole post! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a BALL in Miami (the weather was to die for, sorry northerners :/)....Oklahoma fans were looking so sick (hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back with details from my midweek vacay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and what is a "SOONER" anyway? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(How about them Gators Mike?)&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/4440099040099813112-1338723280908586315?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1338723280908586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/goooooooooo-gators.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1338723280908586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1338723280908586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/goooooooooo-gators.html' title='GOOOOOOOOOO GATORS!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SWkXxJhfPnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/m1j9fk13On4/s72-c/08natlchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2073761955600245412</id><published>2009-01-01T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:21:56.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new season...</title><content type='html'>It's 2009, we're almost a decade into the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's is my mommy's birthday and this year is the going to mark the ten year anniversary of her death. I can't believe it will be a decade since my mom passed in July. I was thinking of how my life has gone since my mom passed away and it's crazy. I always had to be the responsible one because I was the oldest, but I had to grow up hella fast after she died. She was no longer there to be my support system and to fix things when I couldn't do it on my own. I used wonder why God would take my mother away from me and my siblings. I realize now that her death made me so strong and resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/L5dgdqfZ-f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=9966ff&amp;amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/L5dgdqfZ-f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=9966ff&amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&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;br /&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=L5dgdqfZ-f"&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=L5dgdqfZ-f"&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=L5dgdqfZ-f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=L5dgdqfZ-f"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/L5dgdqfZ-f/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rnbmusic2/music/vwHwEV2f/boyz_ii_men_a_song_for_mama/"&gt;A Song For Mama - Boyz II Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the significance of this year, I just feel deep down that it's going to be a great year. I'm speaking it into the atmosphere. I'm going to take &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deitrick_Haddon"&gt;Dietrick Haddon's &lt;/a&gt;song and make it my mantra for the year. He performed at my church at this year and last year's watch night service. Great way to bring in the new year :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mVT1gklU9Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mVT1gklU9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&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 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=mVT1gklU9Y"&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=mVT1gklU9Y"&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=mVT1gklU9Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=mVT1gklU9Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/mVT1gklU9Y/" 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/jukeboxmusic14/music/6yqqijL7/deitrick_haddon_im_alive/"&gt;Im Alive - Deitrick Haddon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really made new year's resolutions per se, but I always listed the things that I would try to get done in that year. This time around I decided that I wasn't going to wait until the new year to start doing what I needed to get done. Therefore, I paid off a huge chunk of my bad debt in the beginning of December and started cleaning up my credit. I also started my "bringing sexy back" workout a couple weeks ago. Trying to get these legs back in shape ;). I feel myself getting thick again, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go as planned, I should be buying my first (possibly more) piece of property in this year!! :) Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's new year celebrations were fab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOG FAMILY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2073761955600245412?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2073761955600245412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-season.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2073761955600245412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2073761955600245412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-season.html' title='It&apos;s a new season...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4804628466097298083</id><published>2008-12-22T21:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:04:13.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm smitten :)</title><content type='html'>I recently met someone and he makes me feel so good. It feels too good to be true and I'm scared to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks what past heartbreaks will do to your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me actually want to believe in the possibility of love. IT'S SO OVERWHELMING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He possesses so many great qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on &lt;a href="http://theybf.com/"&gt;YBF&lt;/a&gt; and ran across this video...it reminded of some of the things he's said and how he makes me feel...So BeAuTiFuL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2ca369f6c70da2d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2ca369f6c70da2d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331373629%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E75FEB212358798B4DD5F6ACA68506BEA1FFD92.6683C32F1CE38780B1B40B55C77B9136376C288B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2ca369f6c70da2d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5WT3H6yDUc76NMG9advT6DHf7I8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2ca369f6c70da2d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331373629%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E75FEB212358798B4DD5F6ACA68506BEA1FFD92.6683C32F1CE38780B1B40B55C77B9136376C288B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2ca369f6c70da2d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5WT3H6yDUc76NMG9advT6DHf7I8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be back with all of the details later....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-4804628466097298083?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a2ca369f6c70da2d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4804628466097298083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-smitten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4804628466097298083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4804628466097298083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-smitten.html' title='I&apos;m smitten :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6225973867878658821</id><published>2008-12-10T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:18:55.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhh, you sir are lame as hell!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I sometimes run into the weirdest, most moronic guys of all time. When I first moved back to Orlando a few months ago, I ran into a guy I went to high school with. We exchanged numbers, kool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in high school, this dude was a year ahead of me. He was quite popular and the ladies loved him. He has light eyes, so you know the chicks were all over him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we exchange numbers, he calls and we talk for a little bit. He's all, "&lt;em&gt;yea, I just moved into my own place"&lt;/em&gt; and he was so proud. In my head I'm thinking, "you're JUST now living on your own?!" The more we talked, the more I realized how lame he had become. He didn't seem to be going anywhere fast and I have no tolerance for dudes with no goals or ambitions. After talking on the phone a few times, I stopped answering his calls and his texts. You think that stopped him from continuing to call and text? HELL NAW! I can't understand why he didn't get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just upgraded from my Sidekick to a &lt;a href="http://www.samsungmobileusa.com/Behold.aspx?cid=ppc_beh_goo_Behold_General_behold+phone+"&gt;Behold&lt;/a&gt; and forgot to save my numbers to my SIM card. And guess who calls me last night and I picked up? Yep, you guessed it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up and our conversation goes a little something like...this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;= Lame @ss dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Hey, how ya been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;uhhhh, I'm good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Why does it sound like you want to ask 'who is this'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Cause I don't know who this is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Aaaah, that's messed up! You erased my number outta your phone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (Thinking, "no, I purposely saved your number before so I could ignore you). Instead I say, &lt;em&gt;"no, I just got a new phone and haven't transferred my numbers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Oh, ok. You know, uhhh, when are we gonna go see a movie or you can come to the house and we can rent a movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;uhhhh, I...dont...know&lt;/em&gt; (I have a hard time being mean sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I can try to borrow my cousin's car to come scoop you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (WTF?!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;We can do that this Sunday...oh, wait...I can't this Sunday, I'm gonna have my kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You have kids?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Oh, I didn't tell you that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;uhhhh, no&lt;/em&gt; (insert screw face)...&lt;em&gt;well how many do u have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (thinking, "three?!") &lt;em&gt;oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the youngest is about to be 5 months old, WTFFFFF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he goes off on this whole tangent about how females say they want a relationship, but they won't date him seriously cause he has a sh*tload of kids and doesn't have a car. Ummm, ya think? What else do you have to offer? Besides your overly fertile seed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;If we start talking, you'll see that I don't have any baby mama drama or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;WTF?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what I did to give this dude the impression that I would be remotely interested in talking to him, but he's an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAD&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;If you can't come on Sunday, I get off work on Saturday around 10 or 11 and my boss usually takes me home. I could have him stop by to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I died and went to comedy heaven after that statement. Did this ninja just say he was gonna have his boss come pick me up?! HOW LAME ARE YOU?? His @ss should be embarrassed to even consider saying something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I politely ended the conversation. I told him that under no certain terms would I being going to his house for the first time at booty call hours, my exact words were "It ain't going down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please tell me what the hell is up with these dudes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entertained my girls with this story all day, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My prayer&lt;/span&gt;: Lawd, please don't allow me to meet anymore lames....I might have to cross over to the girl on girl side! NOT! lol :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6225973867878658821?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6225973867878658821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhhhh-you-sir-are-lame-as-hell.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6225973867878658821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6225973867878658821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhhhh-you-sir-are-lame-as-hell.html' title='Uhhhh, you sir are lame as hell!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2454999391619696644</id><published>2008-12-07T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:02:02.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gators'/><title type='text'>WE'RE GOING TO THE 'SHIP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you can tell from my Gator head at the top of my page, I am a Gator Alum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Gator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in South Beach to partay!!! AND to cheer on my school, of course :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be in the BCS title game for the second time in 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya ain't a Gator...you're Gator bait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOO GATORS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2454999391619696644?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2454999391619696644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-going-to-ship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2454999391619696644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2454999391619696644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-going-to-ship.html' title='WE&apos;RE GOING TO THE &apos;SHIP!!!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1549812983577045980</id><published>2008-12-03T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:56:45.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignant folk'/><title type='text'>I ain't Haitian!!</title><content type='html'>I'm on the phone with my sister the other night and somehow we get to talking about my bummy @$$ brother (more on that later), which in turn gets us to talking about my 2 nieces (his daughters). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lil History: So Haitian guy meets white woman with FIVE kids from previous man (who's now in jail) and has 2 more little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's was the short version. I'm blogging from my sidekick, so I'm being lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, my sister is telling me about my older niece who doesn't like to be called Haitian. She throws a fit and cries whenever someone calls her Haitian. AND yells, "I'm not Haitian!!". Of course I'm thinking WTF?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently her older siblings, who are also half black, thinks its fun to make fun of her cuz along with her blackness she's Haitian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I was baffled AND angry would be an understatement. I was ready to drive down where my brother lives and give my niece's older siblings a piece of my mind. I don't give a d@mn that they're kids. How do you torment your own sibling like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation just took me back to the days when we (me and my Haitian friends) would get picked on simply because we were Haitian. Kindergariiden and 1st grade I used to let people get away with it. But after that I grew some balls and started backing mofos down and daring them to make fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I'm gonna have to go get my nieces for the holiday and teach them how to be proud of their culture. Besides stressing how important eduacation, my mother stressed to us the importance of being proud of who we were. Haitian people are strong, resilient and hard-working people. My niece's siblings should be so lucky to be a part of my culture! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ignorant people. I hope they don't turn out to be ignorant people! Maybe I need to cuss my brother's baby mama out for not correcting her kids. Yea, maybe that's what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1549812983577045980?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1549812983577045980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-aint-haitian.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1549812983577045980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1549812983577045980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-aint-haitian.html' title='I ain&apos;t Haitian!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8094262223747052208</id><published>2008-11-19T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:12:01.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart matters'/><title type='text'>When it hurts so bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I don't know why your heart doesn't do what your mind tells it".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brown Sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truest words ever spoken in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks when you really care for someone and the feelings aren't reciprocated. I know that it's my fault, I knew what the situation was and I allowed myself to fall. I don't understand how I let this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I overanalyze EVERYTHING! It makes it so hard to just move past things and people and get over it. So frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I've watched this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqDU6CPwy6Q"&gt;Madea clip&lt;/a&gt; and listened to this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yj1XnoCjP8"&gt;Lauryn Hill song&lt;/a&gt; tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I guess I'll have to be sad for awhile. I hate being sad, it's so draining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8094262223747052208?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8094262223747052208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-hurts-so-bad_19.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8094262223747052208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8094262223747052208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-hurts-so-bad_19.html' title='When it hurts so bad...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6494843406692011847</id><published>2008-11-05T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:15:38.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama for yo mama'/><title type='text'>I AM SPEECHLESS!!!</title><content type='html'>Is Barack Hussein Obama really our president? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooow! (Flavor Flav style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES WE DID!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6494843406692011847?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6494843406692011847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-speechless.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6494843406692011847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6494843406692011847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-speechless.html' title='I AM SPEECHLESS!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-698794910944466984</id><published>2008-10-31T21:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:47:24.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaign &apos;08'/><title type='text'>I VOTED!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I spent two hours in line waiting to vote and it was BEST two hours of my life!! lol, except for the standing part. I was prepared with my &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;IPOD&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://www.blackenterprise.com/"&gt;Black Enterprise with Barack on the cover&lt;/a&gt; AND my trusty &lt;a href="http://www.itsinstock.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=473&amp;amp;currency=USD"&gt;SIDEKICK&lt;/a&gt;!! Can't leave home without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most magical moment ever receiving my ballot. When I got to my booth, I couldn't help but stare at Barack's name. I was in awe. I am a part of history. I wish my mother could have lived long enough to see this moment...I wish Obama's grandmother could have lived long enough to see him become president. God truly works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On to the randomness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching the Patriot/Colts game last night (my homie's team lost:/ )...Why doesn't &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Moss"&gt;Randy Moss&lt;/a&gt; let go of the braids?! Isn't he like 40? At what point should a grown man stop rockin' braids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/15/cnn.hughley/"&gt;D.L Hughley Breaks the News&lt;/a&gt;. I must admit that I was sort of apprehensive about Reverend Al Sharpton appearing as his guest, because we all know he can say some pretty crazy things at times. But I think his segment was my favorite part of the whole show. (Stupid video wouldn't post to my blog, so here's the link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D5zPuberAU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D5zPuberAU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed that Soulja Boy is part of the Black race and if anyone thinks that's mean....I DON'T CARE! I was on &lt;a href="http://theybf.com/"&gt;YBF&lt;/a&gt; and ran across this story of Soulja Boy's recent interview on BET's Black Carpet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Then came Soulja Boy Tell Em. I asked him, “What historical figure do you most hate?” He was stumped. I said, “Others have said Hitler, bin Laden, the slave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink5" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,5);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,5);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,5);" href="http://theybf.com/index.php/page/2/#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;masters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;…” He said, “Oh wait! Hold up! Shout out to the slave masters! Without them we’d still be in Africa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My jaw, at this point, was on the ground.”We wouldn’t be here,” he continued, having no idea how far in it he’d stepped, “to get this ice and tattoos.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh WHY is the boy a miniature crackhead?! This is exactly why kids need to stay in school AND actually pay attention. What the hell would possess this boy to say such a thing and actually be serious? We are on the brink of electing a black president and this fool sets the race back a thousand years! UGH, there are truly no words for this atrocity. I often wonder why some folks just don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the friend that's always screaming about social consciousness, education and the future of our kids. I know my friends get tired of my talking about it, but if I don't raise awareness, who will? I wondered why I didn't go on my rants on this blog, but I guess it's easier to run my mouth than try to write everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm speaking to brick walls. When will our people and my generation get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Sapp"&gt;Warren Sapp&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancingwiththestars/index?pn=index"&gt;Dancing With the Stars&lt;/a&gt;, he's bringing my blood pressure back down LOL. Did I mention that I love, love, love him? Lol, he's such a teddy bear! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My prayer:&lt;/span&gt; Lawd, please help my people to realize that we're standing on the shoulders of those that fought hard before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-698794910944466984?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/698794910944466984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-voted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/698794910944466984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/698794910944466984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-voted.html' title='I VOTED!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-3568028806775362947</id><published>2008-10-28T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:20:32.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love?'/><title type='text'>Putting my wall up once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Disclaimer: I wrote this about a week ago when I was actually still fuming, but I'm good now :). Ok, carry on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaan, where do I even begin. You know how when you're heart gets broken, your heart literally hurts...physically. I'm at that point in my life, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've had my heart broken in the past, this heartbreak hurts particularly more than the others.&lt;br /&gt;I gave so much of myself, that I literally lost myself. Doing sh!t I wouldn't normally do and looking past sh!t that I wouldn't normally overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 25, I feel like I should be better able to discern guy's motives...but maybe I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to make the conscious effort to focus on myself and my goals and say eff these ningas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having my heart broken many times in the past, I always told myself that I wouldn't be a Bitter Betty. I always tried to keep my past issues in previous relationships in the past where they belonged. But what's the point? It just seems like these ningas are out for self anyway, so why shouldn't I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself to be a GREAT catch and damnmit I deserve someone who's going to recognize that. I always get the @ssholes that fcuk up constantly while we're together, but when I let their @ss loose all of a sudden it's "I've never had someone treat me the way you did", or "you treated me like a king when we were together" OR my personal favorite "I feel like you're the one"...OH REALLY?! You didn't realize that when we were together? Cuz once I tell you we're done and I strip you from my memory, fool you don't have a chance in hell at getting back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone knows that Jennifer Hudson is the truth despite the fact that she's engaged to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/DavidOtunga"&gt;Punk from I Love New York&lt;/a&gt; (that fool is sweeter than southern iced tea)....but I digress, &lt;a href="mailto:d@mn"&gt;d@mn&lt;/a&gt; this A.D.D.! So yea, Ms. Hudson has a song titled "Invisible" on her album...I think it's going to be my new anthem.&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/DavidOtunga"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjF65murIGs&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjF65murIGs&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;hl="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, why do guys think it's OK to invite you to their house as soon as they meet you. How about a meal...in a PUBLIC place ninja!! Females are too lax on their morals these days. Fools think the simple fact that they holla at you is enough to earn them some @$$! Not in my world! We keeps it exclusive over here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some insight on when this foolishness ends would be greatly appreciated. Jeebus have mercy!! Cuz I don't want to have to go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-3568028806775362947?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3568028806775362947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/putting-my-wall-up-once-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3568028806775362947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3568028806775362947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/putting-my-wall-up-once-again.html' title='Putting my wall up once again...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-5874516412748632994</id><published>2008-10-27T22:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:21:18.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inconsiderate people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bish'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna CUT someone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SQaCF9mZLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sr-0wg5DcwU/s1600-h/knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262036253575556146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SQaCF9mZLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sr-0wg5DcwU/s320/knife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I don't have a car. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; when I was in my little college town when everything was literally 15 minutes away. But now that I'm back in Orlando, getting from one place to the next is the most frustrating thing in life. It doesn't help that I can't seem to figure out how to catch the bus. There just seems to be so many of them, I have no idea which connects with what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you know I just started working again. My job is down by Downtown Disney, which is about a good 25 minutes from my house (on a good day). In the morning I have no problem getting to work, I just ride with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt;. The afternoon is another story. If my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt; is only working her 1st job and leaving @ 3pm, then I usually only have to wait an hour @ the most. If she has to go to her second job, then she usually has someone that she works with that's leaving @ 3 drop me off by the house and I walk the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I was going to try to catch the bus home, but my cousin didn't bring my money by the house yesterday like she was supposed to. So I called her, because it was her fault I couldn't get home on my own anyway. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heifa&lt;/span&gt; starts telling me how she's been driving all day and how she didn't get a good night's sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bish&lt;/span&gt; I didn't ask you all that! I proceeded to tell her, &lt;em&gt;"that's why I asked you to bring my money to the house since Saturday, so I could catch the bus for the week".&lt;/em&gt; I don't give a d@mn about your poor night of sleep and you driving everybody else around all day! She tells me she has to go by her house first then she'll come get me, so I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;koo&lt;/span&gt;. This was @ 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm rolls around and I'm thinking &lt;em&gt;"where is this chick?"&lt;/em&gt; I call that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bish&lt;/span&gt;, and lo and behold her phone is turned off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTFFFF&lt;/span&gt;?! At this point I'm fuming because I hate when people say they're going to do something and they don't. If you're word isn't good for sh!t, then you AIN'T sh!t! If someone asks you for a favor and you can't do it, just say so. So after calling that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bish&lt;/span&gt; for another hour, she finally picks up her phone with the sleepy voice(fake @$$). She proceeds to tell me that when she got home she asked my brother to come get me with her car and he said no and she fell asleep! B!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tch&lt;/span&gt; what? So your punk @$$ couldn't call to tell me that? I've been waiting for well over 2 hours!! I never understood inconsiderate @$$ people. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; left with one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stepmom's&lt;/span&gt; co-workers who left @ 1:45. So instead of cussing her b!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tch&lt;/span&gt; @$$ out, I just hang up. Needless to say, I don't get home until d@mn near 5. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was so mad that I had a pounding headache. And on top of that I was starving! So I took me some extra strength Tylenol, had me a bowl of &lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/Product/ProductDetail.aspx?product=583"&gt;Raisin Bran Crunch&lt;/a&gt; and turned my phone off and went to sleep. Subsequently missing the 1st hour of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancingwiththestars/index?pn=index"&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/a&gt;, UGH (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lawd&lt;/span&gt; please don't allow anyone to piss me off tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I might go to jail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-5874516412748632994?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5874516412748632994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-gonna-cut-someone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5874516412748632994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5874516412748632994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-gonna-cut-someone.html' title='I&apos;m gonna CUT someone!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SQaCF9mZLDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sr-0wg5DcwU/s72-c/knife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1489084355043113748</id><published>2008-10-20T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:33:41.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job market'/><title type='text'>I's employed now! :)</title><content type='html'>So its not my dream job (well, nowhere near), but you know what? I'll take it. These past two months have been the most frustrating two months of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and I were on the phone the other night asking why did we even go to college? Why do I owe the gubment $27,000?! I think I deserve a refund, cuz I was sold a false dream! Lol. Why do I get turned down for jobs that don't even require a degree? WTH is that snit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now I'm thanking God for his blessings and provisions and pushing full steam ahead. Its so hard to stay encouraged with this sucky @$$ job market! Alas, there's nothing I can do but place my trust in my capable Maker's hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1489084355043113748?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1489084355043113748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-employed-now.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1489084355043113748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1489084355043113748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-employed-now.html' title='I&apos;s employed now! :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6008620850005810325</id><published>2008-10-13T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:36:23.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>No one's hotter than B!</title><content type='html'>Do you like how I said "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beyonc%C3%A9_Knowles"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;" as if I know &lt;a href="http://www.beyonceonline.com/"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;?! lol I am SO loving her two new singles right now...especially "Single Ladies". I think it's the video that I like so much, I need to learn those dance moves pronto for my future man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qKvCjiyaZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qKvCjiyaZo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hb4ACXJKCRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hb4ACXJKCRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6008620850005810325?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6008620850005810325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-ones-hotter-than-b.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6008620850005810325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6008620850005810325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-ones-hotter-than-b.html' title='No one&apos;s hotter than &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beyonceonline.com/&quot;&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4565040625341788501</id><published>2008-10-11T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:13:12.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen Her?</title><content type='html'>I was over at &lt;a href="http://www.funkyblackchick.com/"&gt;Funky Black Chick's spot &lt;/a&gt;and saw this story. I’m posting this information about &lt;a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/twitter.com/sankofaqueen?referer=http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/');" href="http://twitter.com/sankofaqueen"&gt;Sankofa Queen’s&lt;/a&gt; missing sister! Michelle Orphalee McMullen has been missing since Sept. 28 from the Harrisburg, PA area. Now we all know that when &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our folks&lt;/span&gt; go missing, they don't get the media attention that they deserve. So help to spread the news, by reposting this on your spot. You can click on the picture if you need a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256084291565674898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SPFc0LRIYZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BPxpZ8PBMKk/s400/missing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4440099040099813112-4565040625341788501?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4565040625341788501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-seen-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4565040625341788501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4565040625341788501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-seen-her.html' title='Have you seen Her?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SPFc0LRIYZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BPxpZ8PBMKk/s72-c/missing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-5219720066451637022</id><published>2008-10-09T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:13:50.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So So Ramdom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't blog as much as I'd like and I blame it all on my A.D.D, lol. If I don't put my thoughts in writing while I'm thinking about, I might as well count it as a loss. This becomes really annoying after a while :/ So let the randomosity begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In high school, I always considered the area that I lived in to be a good area. Now that I've moved back home, it seems that the criminals and the crime keep moving closer and closer to our area. Tuesday night two guys were shot to death literally 2 minutes from my subdivision. To me this is scary, I don't like not feeling safe. The door at my house is hardly every locked. Now I'm always checking the front door and the garage to make sure they're locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other day I was talking to one of my best friends on the phone and she was reading the O.J Simpson article to me. She stumbled over some word and I told her to spell it to me and I pronounced it. She's one of the smartest people I know, but she stays messing a word's pronunciation, LOL. She said along the lines of, "How do you always know all of these words?" This got me to thinking about my love for reading and how my mom used to take me to the library every two weeks to check out all the books my heart could handle. I was in elementary school reading thick science fiction books, I read well over my grade level. If I ran across a word I didn't know, I looked it up or I used context clues. It makes me wonder if parents do things like this for their kids anymore. My mother was from Haiti and she always stressed the importance of education because it's free here in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why do young girls these days think they have to be overly sexual to get attention? I was at the phone store with my stepmom a week ago and as we're parking, I look over and these two teen aged girls are hunched low and popping hard as hell. And I'm looking on like WTF? Mind you, they were walking along a really busy intersection and I didn't hear any music. So why were these girl popping in the middle of the street for no apparent reason? WHO THE HELL KNOWS?! Foolishness, I tell you...simply foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have a real fear of running out of gas. Why? I don't know, but I do. So my brother as&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SO5FPBlWATI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nrOlahvDtsM/s1600-h/Kangraoo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213939613368626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SO5FPBlWATI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nrOlahvDtsM/s320/Kangraoo150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ked me to drop him off at work on Friday, so that my other brother could have their car. My other brother was studying, so I'm like cool no problem. As we're driving, he says &lt;em&gt;"Oh shoot, we're gonna run gas...oh wait, no we're not". &lt;/em&gt;By this time, I tell him to pull into the next gas station, this fool says &lt;em&gt;"Nah, we're gonna make it to the cheap gas". &lt;/em&gt;Mind you, the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"cheap gas"&lt;/span&gt; is like a good 8-10 minutes away. I continue to tell this fool to pull into a gas station, but does he listen? HELL NO! We passTHREE gas stations!!  We get 2 minutes from the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"cheap gas"&lt;/span&gt; and the car starts jerking and I'm pissed and cursing. The car stops right in the middle of a HUGE intersection, 2 minutes away from the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"cheap gas"!&lt;/span&gt; Now I'm yelling all kinds of expletives cuz I'm beyond pissed and embarrassed. I tell my hard headed brother to get out and push, cuz I don't push cars lol &lt;---not really though. Luckily this guy and his girlfriend stopped to take us to the gas station. Even though he almost killed us on the way there, I know God is gonna bless him for his good deed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the madness...enough with the randomness. Until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-5219720066451637022?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5219720066451637022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-so-ramdom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5219720066451637022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/5219720066451637022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-so-ramdom.html' title='So So Ramdom...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SO5FPBlWATI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nrOlahvDtsM/s72-c/Kangraoo150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-966774556398520668</id><published>2008-10-06T23:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:45:39.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have a crush on Warren Sapp? :)</title><content type='html'>I've been following &lt;a href="http://community.tvguide.com/blog-entry/TVGuide-Editors-Blog/Things-Dancing-Stars/Dancing-Stars-2008/800044487"&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/a&gt; these past couple of years and have actually enjoyed it, but I never really had a favorite....until &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Sapp"&gt;Warren Sapp&lt;/a&gt;. He just seems so fun and cuddly. I've never been one that was into heavyset men. My type is 6'4 and up and straight muscle! Mmmmmmmm(&lt;---Homer voice) I'm drooling just thinking of my ideal man. But Warren, he just does something to me. Maybe it's his huge smile, who knows. I like him so much, I think I might actually vote this season. I'm a nerd, who cares :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8y3bcQN3FvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8y3bcQN3FvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4khqooHVrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4khqooHVrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-966774556398520668?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/966774556398520668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-have-crush-on-warren-sapp.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/966774556398520668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/966774556398520668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-have-crush-on-warren-sapp.html' title='I think I have a crush on Warren Sapp? :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-6201164031622997851</id><published>2008-09-27T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:47:58.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books galore'/><title type='text'>Blogger Book Club</title><content type='html'>So, I was browsing some blogs and ran across a blogger book club! I am too excited. Curling up with a great book is one of my favorite pasttimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as hardcore as I used to be in high school (cuz u actually have to study in college, lol). But trust me when I tell you I have no problem jumping back into one of my favorite hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book being read is "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd. The link for the blog is http://bloggersread.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading book lovers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-6201164031622997851?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6201164031622997851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogger-book-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6201164031622997851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/6201164031622997851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogger-book-club.html' title='Blogger Book Club'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2646382446017456435</id><published>2008-09-15T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:26:43.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My future hubby *sigh* :)</title><content type='html'>So I'm ready this book called &lt;em&gt;Ain't No Mountain&lt;/em&gt; by Sharon Ewell Foster. In the book there is a character named Moor and he's a really spiritual guy. In the beginning of one of the chapters he's saying in prayer in anticipation of his future bride. It's so beautiful, I just kept saying "Awwww" throughout the whole prayer. I hope my future hubby prays such a prayer. Now, for your reading pleasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ive me grace&lt;/em&gt; to run this race alone, until you lead me to the doorway of the perfect wife, my heavenly Father. You and I have a good time talking and studying together, and I have a lot of work to do--so I'm not rushing you. You take your time. I know that you know the perfect woman for me. Today, though I do no know her, I pray that you will make her burdens light. I pray that you will give her peace and reassure her that you are sending her the mate that is perfect fit for her. Wipe the worry off of her forehead and relax her shoulders for me. Command her to enjoy the day. Rub her feet for me, until I am able to do so myself. Tell her that I am preparing myself to love her sacrificially and wholly as you have taught me to love. Tell her not to worry--I will be looking for her when the time is right. And in the right time and at the right place, I will find her. In Jesus' name. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* My heart melts :). I am such a hopeless romantic and I hope to meet someone just as hopelessly romantic as I (but manly, lol).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2646382446017456435?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2646382446017456435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-future-hubby-sigh.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2646382446017456435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2646382446017456435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-future-hubby-sigh.html' title='My future hubby *sigh* :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-7128437987765014250</id><published>2008-09-15T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:06:59.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl crush....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other day I was thinking about a conversation I had with one of my mother's good friends when I was like 15. I don't remember where we were, but he made the comment along the lines of &lt;em&gt;"Man, that guy has some big balls, or look at how big his balls are!"&lt;/em&gt; LMBO! I was mortified and I said, &lt;em&gt;"Jean*, that's gay!"&lt;/em&gt; He looked at me and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's not gay, it's Americans that think everything is gay. I can make a comment about another man without being attracted to him." It got me to thinking.&lt;/em&gt; We as Americans are some of the biggest homophobes there are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking back on this conversation, I guess that's why I never had a problem saying a girl was pretty or had a nice shape. It doesn't take anything away from me, nor am I attracted to girls. I can just appreciate the female form, especially black women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in keeping with my appreciation of the female body, I decided to create my ideal body taking bits and pieces from different bodies that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616325087512450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL32RsG6x4I/AAAAAAAAADw/lxLa6jFTgHM/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These would be my ideal legs....this is when Beyonce was really thick, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616194691090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL32KGV_RwI/AAAAAAAAADo/E0WnMwwFK6U/s320/janet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Do you see this ridiculously flat stomach? It just doesn't make any sense.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241615984876599970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL3194uUOqI/AAAAAAAAADg/4vd2EfqYe10/s320/ciara.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ciara is running a close second in the case of fab abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241615737723307810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL31vgAYRyI/AAAAAAAAADY/E40D0cH27p8/s320/janet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And Janet makes the list again with the fab boobs, although they might be fake (IDK or care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241615510638292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL31iSDF7OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2I9o5PJWK6A/s320/serena.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look at that a$$, that a$$, that a$$...sounds like something one of my homeboys would say, LOL :). I can definitely appreciate a nice pair of buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241615381932812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL31aylUKTI/AAAAAAAAADI/2ZoLhP7ntCE/s320/staceydash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Why is she 42 and looks like this?! It's just not fair! Stacy Dash comes in 1.5 place (not 2nd) when it comes to the buns. I hope to look like her when I'm 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names have been changed to protect the innocent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-7128437987765014250?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7128437987765014250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-crush.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7128437987765014250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7128437987765014250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-crush.html' title='Girl crush....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SL32RsG6x4I/AAAAAAAAADw/lxLa6jFTgHM/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4391269031955116583</id><published>2008-09-11T14:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:48:38.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain thinks the American people have "Boo Boo the Fool" stamped on our Forehead</title><content type='html'>I was sent an email with a link of several interviews and press statements that John McCain has done. This man has literally contradicted himself in every television appearance that he's made. I knew this man was a liar when he started talking about "change" at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RNC&lt;/span&gt;. Change? Really McCain? When this man has clearly stated that he has no plans of withdrawing our troops out of Iraq and no plans of weening our country off of this oil. He's made it clear that he sees no problems with Bush's policies and all of sudden he's trying to distance himself from Bush at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RNC&lt;/span&gt;? I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BULLSH&lt;/span&gt;!T!! I'm convinced this man is the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the video, judge for yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEtZlR3zp4c&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEtZlR3zp4c&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-4391269031955116583?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4391269031955116583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccain-thinks-american-people-have-boo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4391269031955116583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4391269031955116583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccain-thinks-american-people-have-boo.html' title='McCain thinks the American people have &quot;Boo Boo the Fool&quot; stamped on our Forehead'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-7099987975764504255</id><published>2008-08-27T18:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:23:37.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask not what your community can do for you...ask what you can do for your community.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to my brother about my job search, well really complaining. I've been working since I was 16, I don't know how to be unemployed. Guess that means I wasn't meant to be a stay at home mom, LOL. What's really freaking me out is not being able to provide for myself or being able to purchase something if I really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I d&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SLXhlrihJZI/AAAAAAAAACg/0Kv7sYZLyOQ/s1600-h/sugardaddyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239341778974352786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SLXhlrihJZI/AAAAAAAAACg/0Kv7sYZLyOQ/s320/sugardaddyday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o have the chance to employ a sugar daddy, the thought of depending on a man makes me want to dry heave. Plus the thought of using someone simply for financial reasons goes against everything I know. Growing up my mother always taught my sisters and I that we shouldn't take money from men. My uncles weren't even allowed to give us money....they had to give her the cash and she would give it to us. Strange I KNOW, but it stuck with me. That's why I can't for the life of me understand why females throw themselves at a man simply because he has money :/ *shudders*, but that's a whole other post in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, so my brother and I are talking and in the midst of my complaining he asks, &lt;em&gt;"What happened to you wanting to start your non profit organization?". I pause, and say "Yea, that's still the plan". And he asks, "well, when do you plan on starting it?".&lt;/em&gt; I paused yet again and it got me to thinking. I'm sitting here waiting on someone else to GIVE me a job, when I can get to working on starting my own organization. It had to be God himself talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a planner, the stars have to be aligned perfectly for me to do anything. My plan was to work for a year, do a bit a of volunteering, take the GRE and apply for grad school for nex&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SLXeEuXFUNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NtVKTbDwLDI/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239337914261131474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SLXeEuXFUNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NtVKTbDwLDI/s200/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t fall. But that's MY plan, what are God's plans? I feel him pushing me to step out on faith, but I just don't know where to even begin. And I'm kinda scared...well A LOT scared. I wonder if I'm going to be successful. I wonder if I can really make an impact on my community. I wonder if I can a positive role model for young ladies in my community. (I'm starting to sound like Carrie Bradshaw, LOL) Seriously though, I want to help encourage young girls, especially young black girls. I feel like a lot of them are missing the love, attention and encouragement that they so desperately need. I don't claim to know the cure, but with God's guidance, help and strength I know I can work miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That talk with my brother helped to realize that I should stop talking about it and seriously be about it. I've never considered myself lazy, but when it comes to this topic I guess I was being a &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt; lazy and apprehensive. God willing, by this time next year maybe you guys (all 3 of you, lol) will be reading about my non profit organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone who reads this has any advice, it will be welcomed warmly :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-7099987975764504255?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7099987975764504255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/ask-not-what-your-community-can-do-for.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7099987975764504255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/7099987975764504255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/ask-not-what-your-community-can-do-for.html' title='Ask not what your community can do for you...ask what you can do for your community.'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SLXhlrihJZI/AAAAAAAAACg/0Kv7sYZLyOQ/s72-c/sugardaddyday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2551326995694956733</id><published>2008-08-26T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:56:00.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Obama is the shiznit! :)</title><content type='html'>Michelle Obama is the epitome of a great woman(not just great BLACK woman). I love how genuine she seems to be. And I also love how well the Obama family seems to mesh. Their love is so genuine and I know the world can see it. If you didn't get to see the speech last night, it's your lucky day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTFsB09KhqI&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTFsB09KhqI&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2551326995694956733?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2551326995694956733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/michelle-obama-is-shiznit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2551326995694956733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2551326995694956733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/michelle-obama-is-shiznit.html' title='Michelle Obama is the shiznit! :)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-657766036207185933</id><published>2008-08-12T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:28:54.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Eb the Celeb...</title><content type='html'>I titled this entry Thanks to Eb because, she commented on one of my entries and reminded me that I haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month I've moved back home from the city where I went to college. I moved back into my parent's house to save and money and live rent free for a little while. In exchange for that free rent, I've given up the serenity that comes with living alone. Ugh, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed living alone until I got here. I have three brothers at home and that itself is nerve-wracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #1 that drives me crazy! Those fools don't go to sleep until about 3 in the morning, and they think everyone stays up late that too. I'm used to going to sleep no later than midnight and being up by at least 8. Now I don't get up until 11 or 12. This whole arrangement is totally messing up my sleep schedule. I'm gonna have hell to pay when I get a job and have to get up early every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #2 that drives me crazy!! My stepmom gets up early in the morning running her mouth about my brother's leaving stuff lying around and she seems to do laundry EVERY morning and the laundry room is right next to my room. Mind you she leaves for work at 6:30!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #3 that drives me crazy!!! I don't know if my family missed me something crazy (I was gone 6 years). But everyone seems to call me for everything. I feel like I have 4 kids. My brother's are constantly calling my name when I'm home, which drives me CRAZY! I feel like my name should be "mom" instead of "Mimi". The other day my brother yelled from his room, "Mimi, what time is it?" Are you serious?! I had to ask that fool if he couldn't get off his arse and look for himself!! Lawdhavemercy! My stepmom is always calling me to gripe about her day, ask my opinion on something or askin me to do something for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get out soon, or I'm going to have to be admitted to a mental institution!! LOL. There's is nothing like having your own space. I think not having a job is also magnifying my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that God blesses me with a job REALLY soon. I called my bishop last week and had him pray with me, so I know everything will be alright. There is no recession or fickle job market where God is concerned! It felt good to say that :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-657766036207185933?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/657766036207185933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-eb-celeb.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/657766036207185933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/657766036207185933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-eb-celeb.html' title='Thanks Eb the Celeb...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2443521584903794846</id><published>2008-07-24T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:01:40.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To club or not to club....that is the question.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I went out with a couple of my besties this past weekend. Sooo yea, I think I'm gonna give up on going out...at least for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;First of all, we were waiting outside of the club for our other friend for like 15-20 minutes. Second, it looked like a club made especially for weirdos. I hate going to lame a$$ clubs. Luckily her boyfriend was getting us in free, and I don't usually turn down free....unless its that bad. So we get into the club and I'm having a good time with my girls in VIP. I look over and there's a girl getting down on the dance floor with NO shoes on! I was so disgusted. I couldn't believe this dirty foot would actually take her shoes off in the club. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My friend's boyfriend's homeboy(&lt;---lol) was trying to talk to me so we exchanged numbers and exchanged a few words. I noticed this dude giving me a weird look and I say "what?". He goes on to ask me if that was my real hair and I say yes. I guess that was the hook, line and sinker (or however that saying goes). The whole night he just kept saying "You have real hair", "I can't believe you have real hair". So I'm thinking chicks must only wear weaves these days, because this dude was too amazed LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, and I saw kids damn near having sex on the dance floor. This little girl (and I say little, because she had a side ponytail and it was poofy WTH?) had her guy friend sprawled out on the floor(yes, the dance floor) and they were "dancing". It looked more like she was riding him, but whatever. Ugh, these kids. They kill me! lol. I hope to only have sons, cuz if my daughters even think to commit such atrocities I will lock them away in a cave and throw away the key. Child Protective services be damned! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My friend who rode with me got a call from one of her ex-boyfriends who was outside of the club and she ends up going to get something to eat with him. She texted me to say that she would be back b4 the club closes, which was fine with me. Well, club closes and there's no sign of my homegirl. My other friend was with her boyfriend and his friend and their agent and their car was in the opposite direction of mine. So I told them I would be cool and proceeded to walk to my car. On the way to the car, I noticed this car full of guys to my left. I made sure not to make eye contact, cuz I didn't need any weirdos trying to talk to me. As I'm passing the car, I heard the usual "hey hey hey" or "hey girl, let me talk to ya"....but of course I kept walking. Then I hear this girl (I'm guessing she was in the back seat), &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"She has a nice a**!....She has a nice a**!".&lt;/span&gt; She must've said this like 5 times and loudly. I'm thinking, "Oh Lord"....not only do I have the crazy dudes trying to holla, now I have some crazy girl yelling mess at me too. I practically ran the rest of the way to my car, but not before being holla'd at like 10 more times. I have never been more happy to get in a car than I was that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2443521584903794846?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2443521584903794846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-club-or-not-to-clubthat-is-question.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2443521584903794846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2443521584903794846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-club-or-not-to-clubthat-is-question.html' title='To club or not to club....that is the question.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-382220508949669991</id><published>2008-07-23T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:41:22.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youngsters'/><title type='text'>BaBy ThUgS?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>What is with these young boys these days thinking it's cute to act like a thug? Last nite I got a friend request on Myspace from a shirtless 17 year old boy. I'm looking at the picture like, "who is this kid and why is he trying to be my friend?". I tried to look at his profile, but it was set to private. I don't approve anyone on myspace unless I know you, because they're are too many wackos out there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SIds496lHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2WrMt2pVPM/s1600-h/myspace.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226265618535489186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SIds496lHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2WrMt2pVPM/s200/myspace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anywho, he sent me a message asking if I remembered him and I said "I'm sorry, but no". He goes on to explain that he's my youngest brother's friend. When he told me his name, I nearly fell out of my seat. He didn't look the same and he was just all thugged out. I sat there thinking that "this is not the same little boy my little brother used to have play dates with and I used to make them sandwiches". It's safe to say I was baffled. So I look through the pictures and he has pictures of him with stacks of money and pictures of his homeboy with a gun (don't know what kind it was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concern is, why do these boys feel like they have to act this way? My brother is the same way. He wears his pants at his knees. Half the time I can't even understand him, cuz it doesn't sound like he's speaking English. The mess they're speaking these days isn't even Ebonics, I really don't know what it is. I'm always telling him to stop cursing, b/c every other word is a curse word and I don't play that. I mean I curse occasionally, but dang EVERY OTHER WORD just doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like our youth are in a crisis situation and it's the responsibility of my peers(the ones that have good sense) to help enlighten them. A lot of them don't really know who they are as individuals, therefore they don't know who to be. So they emulate what they see on tv or in the streets. It really makes me sad. Most of their parents can't reach them because they feel like their parents don't understand. But if the 25+ age bracket could volunteer to mentor at least one lost teenager, the world would be a much better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-382220508949669991?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/382220508949669991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-thugs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/382220508949669991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/382220508949669991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-thugs.html' title='BaBy ThUgS?!?!?!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SIds496lHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2WrMt2pVPM/s72-c/myspace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-3609756580195519319</id><published>2008-07-21T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:08:34.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giiiiiiirl!! That's my song!</title><content type='html'>I'm so feeling this song right now....it's so refreshing to have a new face on the music scene that's worth listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSELVXI1XCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSELVXI1XCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-3609756580195519319?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3609756580195519319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/giiiiiiirl-thats-my-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3609756580195519319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/3609756580195519319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/07/giiiiiiirl-thats-my-song.html' title='Giiiiiiirl!! That&apos;s my song!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-1025524755358284487</id><published>2008-07-01T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:38:45.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-Town Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SGm_j75N5fI/AAAAAAAAABo/pJTMh8oQZ40/s1600-h/taste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217912267379434994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SGm_j75N5fI/AAAAAAAAABo/pJTMh8oQZ40/s320/taste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back in to town from my trip to Chicago. I went to visit one of my bestest friends from high school and I went to explore the Taste of Chicago festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're a food junkie like me and my bestie, you would have been in food HEAVEN!! LOL. I ate to the point of exhaustion. Fried mustard catfish, barbeque sandwiches, some kind of blue cheese and mustard steak burger (OMG!), oreo cheesecake with vanilla ice cream (yummmmm) and the list goes on and on. My exterior may not show it, but I love to eat. I may be a big girl trapped in a skinny girl's body! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have the best traveling luck. I seemed to be getting the most obnoxious people sitting next to me on the plane. On the way to Chicago, I sat next to this lady and her toddler grandson. Her grandson would not sit still for nothing and his little butt just kept making noise. Mind you, it was a 7am flight and I hadn't gotten any sleep in over 24 hours! So you know I was mad as hell! On my plane ride back home, I got this old nasty man that just kept passing gas!! Like WTH!!! I kept giving him dirty looks, but he just wouldn't stop. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago was really kool man, especially the city....wasn't feeling the 'burbs too much. My bestie is on a mission to get me to move to the Chi, but I'm hesistant. I'm not the type to just pick up and leave. I like to let things marinate! I am in no way impulsive. I think this is God's way of saying, "Just step out on faith". I really have a hard time doing that. My lease is about to end at the end of July, so I might just say "what the heck" (so unlike me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night life was kool. Went to this club called Transit, definitely a nice spot. Next night went to Boutique, that was kool too. Despite seeing the some of the most tired females I've ever seen in my life, the club scene was kool. I think some chicks leave their house thinking, "Man, I'm gonna kill them with this outfit!!"....maybe genuinely not realizing that they look a hot doggone mess! I've come to the conclusion that those people do not have real friends. If I wouldn't wear something out, then I couldn't let my friend it out...and I will let them know that, even if it hurts a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago drivers may be some of the craziest drivers I've seen. I think I'm pretty comfortable when it comes to driving on the highway, but from what I saw on the E-way in Chicago I would never drive there. I love my life and I sure do not want to die at the tender age of 25. In Chicago it is illegal to make a U-turn anywhere, but you're allowed to go over the median to get where you're going. WTH!! If that's not some of the most backwards stuff I ever heard in my life, I don't know what is. You're more likely to hit someone trying to cross over a median than you are making a perfectly safe U-turn. And the more I think about, going over a median is the same as making a U-turn only you're taking the risk of possibly messing up your car to make that U-turn. Chicago just seems to have to many driving rules, but I guess you need them with the way people drive up there. We take it easy down here in the south :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on my trip, when I think of more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-1025524755358284487?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1025524755358284487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/chi-town-lovin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1025524755358284487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/1025524755358284487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/chi-town-lovin.html' title='Chi-Town Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SGm_j75N5fI/AAAAAAAAABo/pJTMh8oQZ40/s72-c/taste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-850260923637701928</id><published>2008-06-13T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:12:00.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it together black MEN!</title><content type='html'>I was reading in my local newspaper that one of the guys from my alma mater (GOOO GATORS!!) is leaving to go to the pros (NBA). I was kind of baffled, because I personally didn't think he played all that great when he played for us. Apparently he and whoever else is advising him thinks he's good enough to play in the NBA. His freshman year, he was basically a non-factor because we had Joakim Noah, Al Horford and Corey Brewer. And this year he had spurts of good games, but for the most part he just proved that he couldn't lead a team, because he was so inconsistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, at what point do these athletes take advantage of the high quality education that is basically handed to them on a silver platter? I was once told by one of my friends who played football "I wouldn't be in college if I didn't play football" and sure enough, he left without completing his degree. I worked my butt off for my degree and I have thousands of dollars in student loans to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some of these athletes come from low-income areas and the thought of millions of dollars is oh-so-tantalizing, but they have got to see the big picture. First off, the chance to play in the pros is offered to a select few and even if you make it, your chance of incurring a season-ending injury increases with each game that you play. A career in the pros can be taken at any moment, but your degree is something that is yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our young black men are gonna continue to be raped for their talents as long as they let it be known that they don't give a damn about their education. Alas, it's like talking to brick walls sometimes :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-850260923637701928?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/850260923637701928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-it-together-black-men.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/850260923637701928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/850260923637701928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-it-together-black-men.html' title='Get it together black MEN!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2400848817093758314</id><published>2008-06-12T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:42:15.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youngsters'/><title type='text'>I MUST be getting OLD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SFFpeb7YGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8flOtDrsFis/s1600-h/SOULJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211062215458166786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SFFpeb7YGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8flOtDrsFis/s320/SOULJA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SFFpZq4_3kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HrfZVntTns0/s1600-h/BOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211062133575376450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SFFpZq4_3kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HrfZVntTns0/s320/BOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wasted 5:11 minutes of my life, watching Bow Wow go on and on about Haters (well, I didn't watch, I let the video play while I did some work). Still that was a complete waste of my ear space, LOL. I could have directed my attention to someone's conversation in the cubicle next to me :-). This young man obviously doesn't have anything better to do with his time. And what irked me even more was the fact that he was so repetitive, he just kept asking, "What makes a hater hate". Who in the world cares, if you had something better to occupy your time, you wouldn't have time to read the blogs and see what people probably aren't even saying about you :/. *sigh* These kids kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't even get started on the song called "Hi hater" or whatever it's called OR "Haterz everywhere we go"....LMBO, what has music come to?!?! Uh, this world is a mess these days. I'm afraid to even have kids, simply because they have people like Soulja Boy to look at as an example (Ya trick Ya?!, OMG!) Who actually pays for studio time for this miniature crackhead to record music?! *sigh* again, I think I'm done ranting. I feel better now, LOL.&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/4440099040099813112-2400848817093758314?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2400848817093758314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-be-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2400848817093758314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2400848817093758314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-be-getting-old.html' title='I MUST be getting OLD....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SFFpeb7YGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8flOtDrsFis/s72-c/SOULJA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8405966988262414902</id><published>2008-06-09T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:55:06.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Flava!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I got to see my little sissy :-) graduate! I am so proud of her! She has been through so much, even at the tender age of 17 (she'll be 18 in a couple of weeks, can't believe it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the town where I grew and saw so many people that I hadn't seen in at least the 9 years since my mom's death. It got to see one of my adorable nieces, the other was with the other side of her family. I love her! It was so good to be back with my family and kind of strange being in the small town that I grew up in. I don't miss the everyone knows everyone and knows all of your business. I met so many people that remembered my mom and remembered me from when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone spoke so highly of my mother and it made me SO proud. I hope to affect others the same way that she has affected so many others. I don't think I realized how great of a woman my mother was. We didn't grow up with much, but she always found a way to give to others. She was AMAZING! And oh how I miss her so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could have lived longer, she could've done so many great things. Ah well, God does everything for a reason. Too bad she's not gonna get to see a black man become president!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-sad news, oh well it is sad too LOL. My Lakers fell again to the ridiculously cohesive group of Celtics. But we have 3 games at home and I'm looking forward to these games. This is our chance to get back in the series. I will continue to pray for my Lakers :). And for the record, KG is going out of his way to make my team look bad sometimes. I DO NOT APPROVE! And whenever I get the chance to met him, I will tell him so, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rant of the DAY!&lt;/span&gt; : People should get tickets for riding 50mph in the fast lane on the highway! WTH is that! Get your behind out of the way. I swear I'm gonna get an SUV made specifically to ram people like that, LOL! Ok, I'm done :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-8405966988262414902?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8405966988262414902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-weekend-i-got-to-see-my-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8405966988262414902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/8405966988262414902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-weekend-i-got-to-see-my-little.html' title='Weekend Flava!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-2721278155300599293</id><published>2008-06-06T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:16:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So my Lakers lost :-(...</title><content type='html'>The Lakers relinquished the first game of the finals last night. I am really sad about it...but I can't even front on the Celtics, they did the darn thing. Especially KG, that man is a beast...to quote my best friend :-). He couldn't seem to miss. And I feel bad for saying this, but I was kinda hoping Paul Pierce wouldn't be able to come back in the game after he sprained his ankle. *hangs head in shame* I KNOW :/.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still believe my Lakers can win this 'ship in 7.&lt;br /&gt;I've been defending my team for a few years now and we deserve it. Especially &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;, b/c no one thought he could get a ring without Shaq. He has improved leaps and bounds as a person and as a ball player. I wait for the day that I can laugh in all of the faces of the Laker Haters!&lt;br /&gt;Although KG deserves a ring, he just doesn't deserve this one :-). Maybe next year homie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440099040099813112-2721278155300599293?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2721278155300599293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-my-lakers-lost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2721278155300599293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/2721278155300599293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-my-lakers-lost.html' title='So my Lakers lost :-(...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-4598910762933734665</id><published>2008-06-04T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:23:52.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JuSt StArTiNg OuT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SEbrrJk_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jhFOvMIUJrQ/s1600-h/mimi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208109145638547858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SEbrrJk_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jhFOvMIUJrQ/s320/mimi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would be one to have a blog...but here I am. I hope this venture helps me to discover a different side of myself. It's kind of scary knowing that there are others who will be able to read my personal thoughts, but I'm willing to put myself out there (just a little ;-), LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4440099040099813112-4598910762933734665?l=mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4598910762933734665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-starting-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4598910762933734665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440099040099813112/posts/default/4598910762933734665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-starting-out.html' title='JuSt StArTiNg OuT!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SUbsSPbcOII/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pt12kvnz25o/S220/880122971_l-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SEbrrJk_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jhFOvMIUJrQ/s72-c/mimi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
